FBI

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. If I did it'd be all about Tony and all his sexy-goodness. :D

I shall warn you now that this is purely crack. It was a random idea that popped in my mind as I went to the San Gennaro festival here in New York. I saw something that inspired me. –smile-

Enjoy!

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"This is an FBI case. I am the FBI and that means I ask the damn questions!" said a vexed special agent Sacks.

"Look, Slacks-"

"It's SACKS"

"Ball sacks." Tony nodded, "Got it. Look, you are not FBI. I am."

The angry FBI agent narrowed his eyes at the name and then gritted his teeth. He wanted to do nothing more than strangle the NCIS senior field agent in front of him.

"What, the hell are you talking about? I am the FBI, not you!"

"No, you are mistaken. I," Tony placed a hand on his chest to make his point clear, "am the FBI. Not you."

McGee and Ziva glanced at each other, and then back at their partner. Even Gibbs stared at Tony. Had he finally accepted the job offers Fornell kept sending him? He glanced at Fornell, who looked confused as well. That would be no. So what the hell is he going on about?

"Look, I've had about enough of your sarcastic remarks!" Sacks said, pulling out his FBI badge, "I am the FBI, I have the authority to ask the questions, so move."

Tony began to laugh, not bothering to move to let the FBI agent through. He unzipped his leather jacket to reveal his shirt. It was a form-fitting T-shirt that pronounced his muscles well. That wasn't the thing that had agent Sacks tightening his jaw though. The shirt was black, with three letters, F, B and I printed across his chest in green, white and red, in a large font. Under it, in smaller letters read the sentence "Full Blooded Italian."

"See? I told you."

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END

Heh, so how'd you like it? I know I know, it was craptastic, but when I saw the shirt at the festival I couldn't help but think of Tony. Should I make a sequel? Don't forget to review!