Hello my lovely readers! I've decided to have a go at NCIS fics. This is my first attempt at NCIS, so for now, this is going to be mainly one-shots (at least until I deem myself worthy of multi chapter plot fics).
There really is no specific story line, just one-shots from different seasons with all different kinds of pairings (some romantic, friendly, or familiar) I'll try my best to let you know which pair has chapter if it's for certain characters. There's going to be a lot of diversion from the show, let my mind have a field day and just pour its ideas out. The farthest I'm willing to go is swearing and explosions and maybe even a little torture, not really sure yet.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I don't make a profit from my stories; they're merely for my enjoyment and to amuse others. The only things I own are the characters you do not recognize and a majority of the plots.
They were bored.
There had been no new cases for the last two days, leaving the entire team to go through cold cases and doing inventory and catching up on paperwork.
They had worked in complete silence, save for the occasional agent dropping something off or asking for a file. Finally, Tony had caught up on all his paperwork and reports and smirked at his fellow team mates, putting his feet up on his desk and folding his hands behind his head. He looked around for a while before letting his gaze rest upon Ziva.
"I would not do that if I were you, Tony." Ziva said without looking up. A shocked expression flashed across his face before he masked it, tossing the pen - he was planning to throw it at Ziva – back on his desk.
"Well, you're no fun, Zee-vah!" He stressed her name in a way he knew would only serve to annoy her. All was quiet for a while longer before Ziva signed her name with a flourish on her last report and closed it, tossing it on the outside corner of her desk.
"I am done. I have caught up on all of my paperwork and I have all of my reports filled out. I think this is the first time I have had no paperwork." Ziva thought out loud.
"Lucky you. Meanwhile, I still have two more stacks of paperwork and reports to finish." McGee grumbled. Ziva and Tony smirked to each other before engaging in a paper ball war.
"I see you two have nothing to do. Clean this mess up then go help Abby. She could use some help preparing for court." Gibbs said, breezing into the bull pen, stopping to pick the files from Tony and Ziva's desks and a few from his own before breezing up to the director's office.
They cleaned up the paper surrounding their desks before wishing Tim luck, not hearing his murmur of 'good luck' as they headed to the elevator.
"Abby? Abbs, you here?" Tony called as he and Ziva entered Abby's lab, wincing slightly at the heavy bass flowing through the speakers.
"Back here!" They followed the sound of her voice through the main lab then to her office, where they found her flitting about between what had to be at least ten boxes. All containing evidence and reports.
"What ya got there, Abbs?" Tony asked, watching the dark haired woman sort through one of the boxes.
"This is all the evidence for the cases I'm supposed to present in court tomorrow, but the rookies in the evidence garage got all the evidence mixed up and now I have to go through it all and make sure none of it is compromised and then sort it all out." Abby all but growled out. She had told them that one of her pet peeves was mishandled evidence. Tony looked at Ziva and caught her bemused look.
"Well Abby, what would you like us to do?" Ziva asked, looking in the box closest to her. Abby sighed and pulled on yet another pair of gloves.
"Pick a bot and get to work. I've got a few main boxes for each case. Catalogue the evidence then give it to me so I can check it over and while I'm doing that, you can check over my reports, make sure that there's nothing missing." She said, not looking up from the blood stained shirt she was re-examining.
"But the all-knowing Abby Scuito never misses anything." Tony's flirtation was light and innocent. Abby smiled at his effort to relieve some of her stress.
There's the first chapter. How did I do? I know it was short, but I managed to get this done while on a trip.
For those of you who read and follow A Different Life, I have a bunch of chapters written and it's just taking forever to edit and make sure the times add up nicely enough that it won't confuse you.
One last thing, if you're interested in me continuing, let me know so I can start jotting down some ideas.
Until next time,
-SilentDaughter