Hm, well this is odd for me. The idea for this fic just popped out from nowhere. Usually, there is a specific event or whatever in my life that triggers my brain to formulate a plot bunny… Anyways, enjoy.
Also, freezing rain makes me unhappy.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS.
Beep. Beep. Beep. The cashier slid the pack of ground beef over the scanner. Beep. Cheese: cheddar. Beep. Taco shells. For dinner tonight, Tim McGee was going Mexican.
He sighed, waiting while the acne-faced kid sent the groceries down the automated conveyor belt. He drummed his fingers against the edge of his shopping cart. McGee wasn't feeling especially patient. Not after the case NCIS had closed mere hours earlier. Then again, it was his own fault for buying so many groceries this time around.
Tim's thoughts drifted, recalling the case, and the seaman responsible for all of his grief. (It was a brand new jacket that the seaman had sullied, and it was expensive too!) He almost groaned; the teen's slow speed and constant mistakes confirming Tim's suspicion that this was his first day on the register.
"Oh c'mon!" McGee heard from the next lane over. He went rigid at the sound of that voice: the voice that haunted many of his dreams, the one that stripped away so much of Tim's self esteem. His voice. The voice grunted, "Could this be any slower?"
McGee snuck a look over the rack of candy to see a frustrated Tony waiting impatiently for the inexperienced cashier to ring up an old lady's items. (Was today "hire new people for the cash registers" day?) Behind her was another person. Before McGee could look away, DiNozzo caught sight of him, his eyes brightening.
"Probie!" he exclaimed, a grin on his face. He immediately backed up, intending to get in the same line as McGee.
Tim realized that there was no one behind him and only half of his groceries were rung up. Tony wheeled his shopping cart right behind McGee, bumping the man a bit.
"Tony, what a pleasant surprise," McGee grumbled, not at all happy to see the other man.
"I had no idea you shopped here too," Tony said loudly.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Tim sniffed.
"What? Like how you are a published, and very unoriginal, author? Or how your sister was once the prime suspect in a murder investigation? Or how you-"
"Tony! Please!" McGee snapped. The cashier was beginning to stare.
Tony just shrugged, loading up his groceries behind Tim's. A very awkward silence followed. McGee shuffled his feet as DiNozzo whistled casually.
"So, how 'bout that case?" Tony asked, a smile that rivaled the Cheshire Cat's on his face. He knew exactly the pain McGee was going through over his ruined jacket, and he was just stabbing a hot, salt-covered, rusty poker in the metaphoric wound.
McGee rolled his eyes. "It was wonderful Tony. We sent a bad guy to jail and my new jacket was wrecked!" False cheeriness oozed from Tim's statement.
"I know! It was a lot of fun, and pretty easy. We should have more cases like that!" Tony said, punching McGee's arm playfully.
Before he could say anything, the young cashier called to Tim, "Uh, sir? I'm done."
Finally! McGee thought, hurriedly paying for his groceries. He grabbed his several bags, rushing out of the store. This time, he had a chance to avoid Tony, and by God he would!
Tony watched Tim leave, laughing softly. "God, I love screwing with him," Tony chuckled.
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There! THANK GOD! I had written over a page of this, I stuck my flash drive in the laptop, and then an evil blue screen appeared. I had no time to save this and had to shut down my computer. Luckily, Microsoft Word auto recovered most of it. All I have to say is praise the Lord, Mother Mary, and Baby Jesus!
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