August 13, 2012

"Tim look what I found!" Tony held up a vintage Playboy magazine. "Look at these jugs."

Abby hiccuped, "Jugs."

"Oh Tony, look what you taught the Abby," Tim whined.

"Tim, stop being a baby. You're seven years old, time to look at your first porno," Tony scolded. "Where's Ziva?"

"I don't know, maybe she's in the kitchen." Tim kept working on his lego aircraft thay Gibbs bought the other day. Tony was eagerly thumbing through the magazine. Tony was only twelve but he was getting taller and leaner while Tim's face remained boyish and pudgy. They could hear Ducky snoring in front of the History Channel.

"Well don't tell her I got this because she'll go and tattle." He turned the magazine sideways as the folded portion unravelled to reveal a woman on a mustang only wearing a skirt. "Whoa baby."

"Tony put that away. Gibbs is going to find out, he knows everything," Tim whispered.

"Yeah," Tony said remorsefully. "But just want to look at this a little longer. Ouch! Abbs!"

A red wooden block hit Tony in the head. Abby chuckled and squealed, "Jugs!"

"She's got good aim," Tim said, smiling to himself. Tony shoved him.

"Shut up, geek face."

"Gibbs is definitely gunna find out you took the Playboy."

"If you tell him, I'll give you such a wedgie that I can pull it over your head," Tony snapped.

"HEE- YAH!" Ziva threw a drop kick and landed between the three of them. She was wearing Gibbs sunglasses, Ducky's fedora, & Abby's red pirate blanket. "Evil- doers-"

"Oh here we go. Ziva! You're not a super hero. half the time you're doing all the bad-"

"Silence, the Z does not answer her enemies! I'm here to save the little town of Washington D. C."

Tim loudly whispered,"D. C. isn't small-"

"The Z demands quiet! Aww Tony take that out of Abby's mouth," Ziva remarked.

"Oh crap!" Tim yelled. Abby was sucking on his lego helicopter.

"Evildoer, Gibbs will was your mouth out with soap!"

" You curse too! Okay, just because you're nine and a half doesn't mean-"

"Quiet. I'm about to save this town." Ziva looked at Tony then Tim and snatched the magazine up running out of the room. "Justice is served!"

"Hey give that back!"Tony got up and chased them.

Abby stood up wobbly and shouted, "Get em!"

Ziva skidded to a stop and then crawled under the kitchen table. it was in the middle of the kitchen giving her a route to escape. Even though she was nine she was still small enough to fit knowing that Tony had a growth spurt. The dog bowl was near and Sparky hadn't finished his breakfast.

"You gotta come out sometime," Tony started pulling out some of the chairs. Ziva reached through the spokes and grabbed a handful of kibbles.

"Tony, the Z knows this."