Summary: A little rainy conversation.


In The Rain by frostygossamer


It was pouring with rain. Actually, no, it was throwing it down. The local P.D. were all wearing their rain gear, plastic cap protectors and all. But Tony and McGee were just getting wet. Rain flattened their hair, dripped in their eyes and ran off their chins in rivers, down the front of their NCIS emblazoned jackets.

A dog-walker had found the skeleton of a guy with dog-tags right here by the highway not two hours before.

Gibbs was sitting in his car, windows rolled up, heater on, enjoying a flask of coffee with Ziva. Well he was the boss. Ziva didn't mind the rain at all, but someone had to get him up to speed with the situation, didn't they?

Outside Tony sneezed suddenly, making a big drama of it, and Tim jumped back instinctively, out of projectile range.

"Thing I'm coming down wid a code", Tony whined.

"Yeah? Well, keep it to yourself", McGee snapped.

He felt in his jacket pocket and found the baseball cap with the big, shiny skull and crossbones on it that Abby had lent him a while back. He had forgotten all about it. He flipped it onto his head.

Tony almost collapsed laughing.

"You look like some guy outa 'Peter Pan'", he chuckled congestedly. "Though I acdually preferred 'Hook' with Dusdin Hoffman. He kinda aced the capdain..."

"Oh, yeah, hardy-ha!", McGee retorted, cutting off his tangent.

Gibbs rolled down his window and stuck his head out.

"Kinda inappropriate headgear in the circumstances, wouldn't you say?", he commented.

"Oh. Right. I guess, maybe", McGee fumbled.

Tony snatched the hat from the junior man's head and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

Gibbs rolled his window up again and got back into his conversation with Ziva.

"Godda be more careful aroun the boss", Tony snickered. "He don miss a drick."

And, turning the cap inside out, he plopped it on his own head and pulled it down over his eyes.

The End


A/N: Just a little scene because I promised myself I'd try to do some more NCIS.