May 29
The secret of a good life is to have the right loyalties and to hold them in the right scale of values.
Norman Thomas (1884 - 1968)
Tony DiNozzo ducked as the drug dealer threw a set of old-fashioned scales at his head. What was it this week with suspects throwing objects at agents' heads?
Two steps away from the dealer, Ziva tackled their suspect to the floor, probably getting a few good digs in that he couldn't see in revenge for the unprovoked attack on him. Sometimes it was nice to be partnered with a Mossad ninja.
And then he realized she would happily have thrown the scales at him herself, and decided he'd rather have McGee. There was less chance of a sudden, painful and mysterious death for one.
What was the world coming to when suspects assaulted cops and thought they could get away with it? This suspect had just made a massive mistake. Once Ziva was done with him, Tony would get his turn and then Gibbs would glare him into submission and make him rue the day he'd been born.
He wasn't even sure how he'd annoyed the drug dealer enough to make him utilize household items as missiles, but he was now the prime suspect in a murder investigation, so as he hadn't been hit, it was fine by him.
Ziva dragged their now compliant suspect off the floor and headed for the door. "Coming?" she asked.
He followed her out, staring at her butt. "After you."
