A/N: This one inspired by a request made by mouzymou. Once again, I thank you all for your extremely kind and inspiring reviews. The response has been more than I ever expected and I am deeply humbled.
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Tony: What did my 'probie sandwich' find out?
7x05 Code of Conduct
Sandwiches
He's Italian. Food is as sacrilegious as the relationship between Americans and apple pie. Far be it from him to go against the grain, with this subject at least. Being the Italian stallion that he is, it is not cliché to say that the way to his heart is through his stomach.
There hasn't been a Mallard Thanksgiving dinner that he's missed, because no one does turkey marinated in sage and herb better than Ducky.
As far as he's concerned, not only do they train you to brutally torture targets as Mossad, they teach you how to cook like culinary genius. Ziva's bruschetta chicken could be served in a five star restaurant.
McGee doesn't do too shabby in the food preparation department either. The junior field agent makes a mean vodka penne that Tony never passes up the chance to cash in on.
His favorite food, however, will always be sandwiches. The various combinations and creations never seem to leave him hungry. Not to mention, you could concoct a sandwich out of just about anything if you just add two slices of bread.
It's ironic, though, that his most prized sandwich isn't edible. There's no way to contain it between two mere pieces of grain. One half is a human keyboard that can type a gazillion words a minute, is in love with a Gothic princess, and the closest thing to a brother he's ever had. The second piece to the puzzle is the real-life Ms. Congeniality, comprised of ninja tricks, a side of with a sarcastic wit and a knack for butchering American idioms. Add in the fact that he has total seniority over both of them, and he's got himself a winner.
That's right; his favorite sandwich is a probie sandwich.