A/N: now time for another one. 'Badges' wasn't as popular as 'Build Me A Coffin' was (obvious reasons). And for those of u who flamed for getting eye color wrong, just understand that it's harder when it's an actual tv show with actual actors! When it's cartoons, it's easier!
Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine.
McGee's Pen
He jabbed the pen into the paper a few more times. The ink wouldn't come out. This was his favorite pen to use at work. His favorite pen. Now it was dead. His stupid pen was dead.
"What's wrong, McGoogle?" came the clearly snide voice of Tony from the next desk over. He had looked up at the sound of pounding on the piece of paper. "Pen decide to hate you today just like the entire female population?"
"Not funny, Tony," replied the computer genius, only glancing at Tony before tried to take the pen apart and fix it. He unscrewed the cap off of it and pulled out the ink cartridge that was in the center. It was empty. The last of the ink had been used up. Letting out an annoyed sigh, McGee dropped his favorite pen into the garbage, the NCIS label facing upwards, taunting him.
"Actually, it kind of is." Tony gave a little grin to McGee before looking across at the desk where Ziva was sitting, a phone pressed to her ear as she jotted down some quick notes. She only raised an eyebrow, questioning what was going on while she was busy talking to the suspect's co-workers. Later, she would figure out what the heck was going on.
McGee gave him a death glare. It clearly wasn't working too well. "Tony, this is my favorite pen. How am I going to do paperwork without it? I still have to fill out the last case report before I can go home tonight!"
There was a slight smile creeping its way across DiNozzo's features as he rose from the chair at his desk. His stride got him over to McGee's desk in three steps. "McProbicus," he said, tilting his head to one side, mocking the nerd of the group, "I believe that you need to understand how this works. You," Tony pointed to McGee, "need to get," he motioned grabbing something, "a new," a flashing light motion signaled new, "pen." He pretended to scribble on some paper.
Eyes narrowing, McGee gave his officemate a hard stare.
His hand snatched the pen from McGee. Tony chucked it over at Ziva before jumping like a giddy hobo who had just found five dollars on the street back to his own desk with a bout of maniacal laughter. "GET A NEW PEN!"
A headslap came his way as Gibbs entered the space, a remote in hand. A button was pressed and two words came from his mouth. "Dead marine."
Both men bolted up, leaving Ziva on the phone, wondering why there was a pen tangled up in her hair…
A/N: okay, this was originally going to be longer, but I think I liked it this way…
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~Sky