May 29
True friendship is a plant of growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation. – George Washington
Tony peered intently at the plant on McGee's desk. Hmm. Not a big surprise. The Probie was extremely predictable at times.
Abby had come up with the idea of them all having little plants on their desks – something for them to look after. Gibbs' plant had mysteriously vanished within hours and Tony had seen it down in Autopsy, in the care of Ducky.
Thankfully, Abby had allowed them to choose which plants they wanted. And the Probie's choice was laughable.
"Step away from my desk," McGee ordered, reappearing from the direction of Abby's lab. "What were you playing with?"
"Nothing, Probie," Tony replied. "Just admiring your Japanese peace lily."
McGee scowled. "Stay away from it," he warned.
"I can't help it," Tony grinned. "It's so green and I love the rubbery feeling. Did you know that it appeared in the fantastic movie Hot Fuzz?"
"No," McGee answered. "And I don't care."
Tony continued to stare at the plant. "You're going to kill this thing, Probie," he smirked. "You don't have green fingers, McKiller."
McGee was nonplussed. "This is coming from the guy who's got a cactus on his desk because he can't look after anything else."
Tony glared at him. "I chose a cactus because I don't want anyone else to touch my plant," he growled.
"Keep telling yourself that," McGee remarked.
They both turned their gaze to Ziva's desk where a small Venus Fly Trap lived. "I can't explain that," Tony admitted. "Except it makes some kind of sense for our little assassin to have a plant that kills."
They looked at each other and silently agreed. Now all they had to do was keep their plants alive.
