Thanks for all the support! I had a really rough day on Friday, and your reviews made it a lot better!
Also, for those of you who have asked, "The Turkey Incident" is another NCIS fic that I've been working on for more than a year. I can never seem to get the wording exactly how I want it. Hopefully I'll get it up this year (in time for Thanksgiving!)
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters.
Nicknames can be a touchy subject in the office. Some people like nicknames; others prefer that you use their given names. If unsure of what to call a coworker, always ask. They'll appreciate the fact that you took their feelings into account. Never use nicknames as a disruption or to anger a coworker.
"Morning McGoo," Tony drawled as he walked past McGee's desk, "you certainly look happy this morning. Too happy."
Ziva glared at Tony, then turned and smiled at McGee. "Do not listen to him, McGee. Tony is just jealous."
"Jealous of what, Sweet Cheeks? What does McGeek over there have that I could possibly be jealous of?"
"Well, for starters, McGee manages to be happy in the mornings while you are miserable," Ziva said, shaking her head at Tony. "And because of that, Abby would rather spend her morning with him than talking to you."
Tony and McGee both looked up. Abby emerged from the elevator, skipping and twirling her way towards McGee's desk.
"Good morning, Timmy."
Tony tried to suppress a laugh. Timmy? Really?
"Morning, Abby," McGee replied, smiling up at her. He shot a glare across the bullpen. "Something funny, Tony?"
"Oh, nothing…it's just that nickname."
"Timmy?" Abby asked. "I always call him that. What's wrong with calling him Timmy?"
"Absolutely nothing, if you're younger than ten."
Abby pouted. "I think it's cute."
"Very cute. Like a five year old."
"Tony, be quiet and leave them alone." Ziva broke in. "There is nothing wrong with having a nickname for those who are close to you, is there, my little Hairy Butt?"
"Not at all, Sweet Cheeks," Tony shot back. "After all, I have nicknames for everyone. You're Zi and Sweetcheeks and Boss is, well, Boss. And McGee's are the best of all. McGoo. McGeek. McProbie."
"Well, mine is cuter," Abby said firmly.
"To you." Gibbs said as he strode past them. "Call him Timmy all you want, but he'll always be Elf Lord to me."
Tony, Abby and Ziva fought back laughter. McGee just glared. "I prefer McGee. Or Tim. Let's just stick to those."
Gibbs smirked at him from his desk and shoved a file toward McGee. "Whatever you say, Elf Lord. Now take this down to Ducky."
McGee rolled his eyes and left for the elevators with the box in his hands. The last thing he saw before the doors closed was Abby stepping closer to Ziva's desk and whispering, "You know, you never did tell me exactly how you know Tony's butt is hairy…"
Feel free to leave any spelling/grammatical corrections in a review. (Really, please do. I'm so tired that I'm sleep typing, so there's bound to be some mistakes in there.)