The Idiom: You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat It Too—ncisfanatic

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo's eyes were aglow with delight as he looked at the array of food spread out on the table that usually held evidence. in Abby's lab.

No evidence today, though.

Instead, miles and mountains of yummy desserts and treats filled the table, making his mouth water and his teeth ache to taste it all.

But, alas, he wasn't allowed.

The peppy forensic scientist herself stood in front of them, a clipboard in her hand and a determined look on her face. He, McGee, and Ziva were participating in an experiment to decide which of her desserts tasted the best, and thus which she would prepare for Gibbs' upcoming birthday.

The rules were: They each had to pick three they thought looked the nicest, and the others were disqualified after. Then, they each got to take one bite of the one they thought looked best.

One. Bite.

"How exactly is this experiment accurate if we only are tasting…one third of the desserts?" he whined, trying to plead his case for tasting more for the thousandth time.

"I don't want to waste all of them Tony! The ones we don't choose will be put to good use, don't worry, they won't be forgotten!" Abby answered brightly, looking fondly at her little treats.

"I'm not worried about them being forgotten…" Tony muttered, and received an elbow to his side from the Israeli standing next to him.

"Would you please desist in your incessant arguing?" she hissed.

"Abby, McGee, Ziva is using big words again," Tony said in annoyance.

"Shhhh," Abby soothed.

"Hurry up, Tony," grumbled McGee, glaring at the senior field agent.

He and Ziva were not allowed to try their chosen treats until Tony chose and tasted his, and he was wasting time begging to be allowed more than one taste. McGee was getting impatient to try Abby's triple raspberry double fudge cheesecake.

Tony shifted his feet, examining his delectable choices. Light, fluffy vanilla-chocolate swirl mousse, strawberry-banana flavored cupcakes with blue raspberry icing, or a large, seductive piece of red velvet cake with a decorative rose on top.

Who knew Abby was such a fantastic baker?!

"Hmmm," he murmured, looking very hard between the mousse and the cake. "I have narrowed it down to two," he announced.

Abby and McGee groaned. McGee stomped his foot impatiently.

"Can't I please have both, Abs?" he pleaded finally, even resorting to sticking out his bottom lip. "Come on, you want me to choose between cake and mousse! Who can choose between cake and mousse? Please?!" he begged.

"TONY!" yelled McGee, while Abby shook her head with a bland smile.

Ziva pinched Tony hard in the arm and gave him a glare.

"Tony, you cannot have your dessert and chew your cake too!" she informed him sternly.

Tony blinked at her. McGee leaned forward to peek around him, and Abby stopped tapping her pen expectantly, tilting her head curiously.

"She butchered that one," McGee decided matter-of-factly.

"Yeah she did," Tony said, smirking.

"I butchered what?" Ziva asked, sounding a little put off. "I know it is something to do with cake!"

"It's 'you can't have your cake and eat it too'," McGee offered kindly, smirking a little himself.

Ziva grumbled, and narrowed her eyes, muttering darkly under her breath.

Tony snorted. Abby was still looking expectant of them all, and her eyes were twinkling.

"Will you just try the cake?" Ziva hissed threateningly.

Abby threw up her hands with an excited look.

"Am I the only one who found her idiom-butchering extremely appropriate for the occasion?!"

The goal of this was to make you want lots of yummy desserts:]