No Infringement Intended to NCIS
A/N ~ This is just a silly little story for my friend " Mc Amy." Love ya :P
A little one shot ~ Tony and Tim, but see who gets the last word!
McWhatever
It was one of those rare slow days at NCIS. Tony was bored out of his mind … he was an action sort of guy, if he wasn't kept busy, he was getting into mischief. Gibbs, being the boss, stayed out of the office and out of the way of DiNozzo's antics … Ziva and McGee, however, were with-in his firing range.
He started off with well placed whoopee cushions and the timing was perfect as Ziva and McGee sat down at exactly the same time and yelled, "DiNozzo," with the exact amount of annoyance.
Then, of course, was the old stand-by, super gluing the key board of McGee's computer.
Tony … knowing porn on his NCIS computer was off the table, turned to on-line gaming and in office screaming at the twelve year old that was kicking his ass on some war game that he had found.
Ziva decided to go up to Abby's lab to escape the bored and crazed DiNozzo, leaving McGee to deal with their senior agent.
After freeing himself, he now kept a bottle of acetone close by, McGee was trying to get his paperwork done while Tony circled his desk.
"Hey McConscientious, lets go bug Abby and Ziva in the lab."
"Why would we do that, Tony?"
"Because I'm bored, McFullofquestions and there's nothing to do."
"I have paperwork."
"How about the gym … you're looking a little …ah … McWeeble-ish."
"Hey … I lost weight!"
"Yes you have Timmy and I'm very proud of you, but those caramel macchiatos are causing a caramelious McMiddletire-ish."
"A what?"
"You're getting McPudgey around the middle."
McGee looked down and adjusted his belt.
"Can't you just call me McGee and go away please?"
"As your very bored senior agent and -Tony looks around for Gibbs, boss at the moment … no!"
"Well, I'm not going to the lab with you and I'm not going to the gym with you … you can't order me to do that, so GO AWAY!"
"Come on McSmarty pants … or should I say … McTight pants … you could really use that work-out."
Gibbs, finally came back from his coffee break, black, no cream - no sugar, he had heard enough of Tony's taunting of Tim.
"Hey! DiPain-in-my-ass. Have you looked in the mirror lately? I think you better hit the gym and do something about that DiFat-ass and then work on that DiFat-mouth."
Tony looked back at his butt and started to walk in circles like he was chasing his tail.
"Yes, Boss."
McGee or should I say … McGrin, sat back in his chair with his hands behind his head.
fin.
My intention here was to make you all laugh ... I hope you did! Please let me know. Thanks for reading my goofy little McFic ~ Judy