Nov 10
Low-carb, low-fat, zero calories: Thanks, friend, for being something I can indulge in without guilt!
Tony grinned to himself as he continued to wolf down his pizza. Sometimes he needed his favorite: pepperoni, sausage and extra cheese.
Today had been a good day. Three bad guys caught, three confessions gained after a game of musical Interrogation rooms and a horrible case closed in time for an early night. Ziva hadn't killed him, the Probie had bowed to his infinite wisdom and he had managed to avoid headslaps.
Not to mention the very attractive witness he had interviewed and the phone number she had given him.
A hand snaked across his desk and threw the half of the pizza that was still in the box into the bin.
"Hey!" he protested.
"You should not be eating this rubbish," Ducky advised. "I did your blood test last week. Do you want to know what your cholesterol level was?"
"Okay?" he suggested.
Ducky tugged the current pizza slice out of his mouth and it joined its brothers in the bin. "Disturbingly high," was the answer. "You need to improve your diet."
"My diet is fine!" he pointed out. "I eat."
"The wrong things," Ducky admonished. "More vegetables, less junk."
"I work too many hours to cook," he whined.
"Ziva manages to cook every night," Ducky recalled. "Perhaps you should take a leaf out of her book."
Tony watched as Ducky walked towards the elevator. He stared at the remains of his dinner for a few moments before he had a brainwave. If Ziva cooked, he could steal some of her food…
"Hold the elevator!" he yelled.