February 6th: Bickering - 200 words - What says love more than a heaping helping of belligerent sexual tension?
Warnings: Slight Tony/Fornell
Fandom: NCIS!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS!
Make Me
"Oh look! It's just who we wanted to see." Tony DiNozzo leaned back in his chair and crossed his ankles on his desk. "What happened for you to grace us with your wonderful Feeb presence?"
Tobias Fornell quirked an eyebrow at the younger man and pointedly ignored Tony's overexaggerated stretching as he turned to Jethro.
"We need to talk. Privately." Fornell eyed Jethro's second in command, debating if he should be brought along. There was plenty of room in that small elevator Gibbs played at being his office. "It's about your boy; DiNutzo." What the hell, could be fun.
He watched and smirked as Tony jumped from his chair and sauntered over to stand in front of his boss' desk. He always loved rousing a reaction from the high-spirited Italian.
"What is it Fornell? Here to arrest me again? Liked seeing me in handcuffs, didjya?" Green eyes sparked, challenging Fornell's blue.
"Maybe I will use my own; make sure they're extra tight. You'll end up begging me to release you. You'd like that wouldn't you DiNutzo." Tobias snarked back and he was rewarded when Tony's mouth dropped open, stunned silent.
"Hey! Play on your own damn time! What did you need Tobias, and if you say you're here to arrest DiNozzo again, you can forget it." Gibbs barked at the FBI agent as he stood and lead the three of them to the elevator ignoring Tony's delayed comeback. He didn't have time for their children like hair-pulling.