Didn't get distracted this time, so, yay me.
Day 2: Write about an icicle. (Admittedly, I didn't really write much about the icicle itself, but I think this is more fun.)
Tony took one look at the icicle protruding from the victim's chest, and said, "This reminds me of-"
"A movie?" Ziva and McGee said in unison, looking at each other with a smirk.
Maybe he was getting a little bit too predictable. He stared straight ahead, slightly annoyed, but then he realized he had almost admitted to seeing a Disney princess movie and was secretly grateful his coworkers had cut him off. Must have been the snowman on the front lawn. Surely he had seen a more manly movie involving icicles?
Tony snapped a few pictures of the body, then, as usual, one of Ziva. It helped balance the gore and darkness, or so he claimed whenever she confronted him about his habit of photographing coworkers on the job. He assumed she had noticed the scales dipping in her favor years ago, but she never mentioned it. And if she had the chance, she removed her pictures from the card and sent them to him before Gibbs would notice.
Ziva paused her sketching and leaned closer to the body to examine the now melting murder weapon. Her eyebrows furrowed then released as a slow smile built.
A shiver ran down his spine. The last thing Ziva needed to know was yet another method to kill.
But then she snapped her fingers and pointed at him, eyes wide and smiling brightly. "It was not a movie, it was an episode of CSI, yes?
Relieved he didn't have to admit it had reminded him of Olaf impaling himself, he replied, "You watch CSI?"
Ziva shrugged and resumed sketching. "Abby makes me watch it with her sometimes. She likes to complain about the inaccuracies."
Tony raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Sounds like you and action movies."
She glared at him, and for a split second Tony was worried about getting iced by his partner.
He cleared his throat, loosened his tie a bit, and said, "We should probably focus and work faster, our evidence is melting."