Title: Getting Dirty
Rating: PG-13, possibly higher
Category: Humor, hints at PWP
Genre: Mixed Up
Pairing: Tony/Abby/Ziva/McGee :D
Summary: "I read online that I could do this. There's no way it's wrong."
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Comes from my recent fannish post of doom in my Livejournal where I suggested people give me pairings & random objects or words as prompts, and I would write a comment!fic, the length of an LJ comment or shorter. This fic prompted Tony/Abby/Ziva/McGee and a potted plant & a shovel. Yes, it's supposed to be silly.
"I'm telling you, there is no way a palm tree is going to survive in your living room, Tony."
"And since when are you this huge plant expert, Zee-vah? I read online that I could do this. There's no way it's wrong."
"Yeah, just like every urban myth Abby reads online is true."
"Timmy! That's not very nice. I happen to agree with Tony - with the right amount of love and nourishment, this tree will live a long and happy life right here."
"Thank you, Abby. Now, would you two stop your bellyaching and help me get this thing in here?"
McGee and Ziva stopped their grumbling long enough to walk with Tony and Abby to the hallway, where the four of them hefted the huge potted tree through the door, thrusting it down with an unceremonious bang.
"Alright, now we're talking!" Tony said, clapping his hands and turning back to the other three, who were looking at the tree with doubtful looks. "Aw, come on! The least you can do is help me take care of it."
"It's your tree, Tony!" Ziva said, throwing her hands up. "Why should we take care of it?"
"Because we're a team and that's what a team does?" he suggested. They turned their doubtful looks to him. "At least help me put it in this planter. I don't want a styrofoam-potted tree in my house."
Ziva rolled her eyes. "Fine. Where's the shovel?"
Abby held it out to her, a serious look on her face. "For Tony Jr.'s new home."
McGee smirked and Ziva giggled, while Tony moaned. "If you three won't take this seriously, I'll do it myself." He yanked the shovel from Ziva's hands, turning his back to them and beginning to unpot the plant.
"Aww, Tony, we still love you," Abby said, coming up behind him and resting her head on his back. "We just think having a palm tree in your living room is kinda stupid."
He turned around, sighing. "It is kinda stupid, isn't it?" They all nodded. He sighed again, setting the shovel down. "Yeah. I guess you're right." He looked at the bags of dirt surrounding them. "But now I have all this dirt and nothing to do with it."
"I can think of a use for that dirt," Ziva commented. Tony looked at her expectantly. "I have always wanted to try mud wrestling . . . "
"What a coincidence, Ziva," Abby said, sidling up to her. "So have I." The ladies grinned and turned to the two men beside them, who had very pleased looks on their faces. "You boys in?"
Tony and McGee turned to each other, then back to the women, responding at the same time. "Hell yes!"
They all began laughing and threw their arms around each other, Tony and McGee picking up bags of dirt as they headed to Tony's bathroom to make their mud.