[From Frame Up]
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Tony's POV:
In interrogation, this Sacks dude was staring at me from across the desk. It was weird being on the other end of this conversation for once. Stall, Gibbs said to stall so I should have fun with this one.
"Where were you Tuesday night between 0900 and 0300 the next morning?" Sacks asked with a stern glare. I licked my lips and stared up at the ceiling, humming in deep thought. I had a laid back date night with Claire. Not hard to forget about that one.
"Umm..." I had my face scrunching up obnoxiously as I killed time.
"would that be Zulu time?" I asked curiously. Sacks stared at me bewildered. This is obviously his first time working with NCIS. My charms in tense situations are infamous.
"Just run through your night." He sighed, shaking his head.
"Ok…" I nodded and stared upwards again, nodding my head as I ran through it. Claire and I finished work, went for a run together. Man those running leggings were hot. She must have done it on purpose too, knowing that she was much faster than I was so I could just stare at it. As I reminisced in my head silently, I let out a couple smirks and huffs of amusement. Sacks closed his eyes in annoyance.
"Oh, out loud?" I 'realized'. I grinned before calmly beginning.
"Worked till 7. Went for a run. Drove home. Spent the night alone which….I know,…is unusual but it was a school night and I wanted to watch Magnum." I smiled easily at the FBI agent before me. Ok so I altered it a bit. I did go for a run and I did spend the night alone this time. Claire had a call with Devon planned so she wanted to be back home in time to take it. And without her company I decided to watch one of my favorite shows….because I wanted to….not because I needed comfort because I missed her. Sacks eyed me curiously.
"What was it about?" he asked. I chuckled and nodded my head approvingly.
"Aha, the old checking the plot ploy." I mused, annoying Sacks once more.
"You're good Agent Sacks, very good." I complimented and paused before diving into the plot of the show.
"It's my favorite Magnum, the one where he finds himself adrift at sea after a boating accident and vividly relives his father's death during the Korean war." I answered. Sacks sneered at me. In return I simply grinned and blinked innocently. Sacks quirked his head and sighed.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb here. You think you were framed." He drawled as I leaned my head on one of my hands. I pointed at him.
"Now we're getting somewhere." I mused.
"And who did you think it was who framed you?" Sacks asked. I groaned thoughtfully.
"Well….anyone of 100 people? Maybe." I pointed out, lifting up my hands in an 'I have no idea' gesture. He did realize I put people behind bars for a living right?
"I have a list if you're interested." Tony explained casually.
"Do you realize the kind of trouble you're in here DiNozzo?" Sacks asked in disgust at my nonchalantness. I smacked my lips and stared at the man seriously.
"Oh believe me, I do." I assured. I knew I was in deep trouble. I had been in this line of work for years and I knew how evidence worked. The odds were not in my favor. Having enough of this conversation I then scooted forward and leaned over the table childishly to stare at the man.
"Do you realize that you have an enormous clump of something green between your teeth? Right here." I pointed to my own teeth as a reference as I stared at the man. Sack glowered but sucked on his teeth subconsciously. Seeing that I wasn't getting anywhere I then lifted up a leg and perched it on the table in front of me. Sacks crossed his arms and stared at me incredulously.
"What is it about women?" I began as I peered at my shoe.
"Is it the way they smell or the beguiling smiles, the whispers, the secrets." I mused in deep thought, y mind drifting towards one specific woman that I knew was working her butt off to prove my innocence. Sacks was struggling not to snap at me as he grimaced and fidgeted in silence as I droned on.
"Or is the way they tiptoe around in those little articulate shoes? The way they fit their tiny little bodies into those tiny little outfits." I trailed off staring into the distance wistfully. Claire always manages to run in those high heeled shoes, and when she wears skirts I swear I have a heart attack or something.
"You're wasting my time." Sacks growled before storming out of the room. The moment he left I pulled my leg back down and sobered up. With a sigh, I stared at the mirror and straightened my suit jacket, not letting my mind wander to the worst case scenarios.
