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Prompt #42: Bikini - Those three photos were the only thing that kept his life as Agent Afloat any type of sane.
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Tony DiNozzo was never a sentimental man. Why would he be? His father went through so many wives it was like he was swapping trading cards, and the goods went almost as quickly. Tony didn't grow attached to things. It wasn't healthy in his home life to do so.
He did like the little things he had acquired over the years. Knickknacks, just little trinkets of his. His Mighty Mouse stapler was one such item.
But there were three photos. The only things keeping his grip to sanity firm, and thanks to some hazing aboard the USS Seahawk, they were gone.
First, Tony tore his bunk apart in search of those photos. He'd hidden them away in anticipation of the salivating animals aboard the Seahawk, and he merely thought that he'd forgotten where he'd put them. But after two hours, he came to grips with the fact that they were gone.
NOW he was royally pissed off. And when a well-trained NCIS agent was pissed, somebody would go down hard.
He got the reasoning. He was the newbie, and the salt-sprayed crew wanted to have some fun at his expense. After seven months at sea, they had a new toy in the form of their new Agent Afloat.
However, Tony had just been ripped from the team he loved, away from the boss he respected, the Probie he was proud to pester, and the partner he was growing more and more attached to. All at the whim of the new Director of NCIS, Leon Vance, with no reason behind the seperation at all.
And now some of the more troublesome seamen had taken his only tie to that team. His pictures of Ziva, looking honey-skinned and sexy as hell in a black bikini. They were his, the only copies of the pictures left from her purge.
They underestimated the amount of attachment said Agent Afloat had for the photos they'd taken.
Whoever took them was going to pay dearly.
After scouring the ship from bow to stern, Tony had a good news-good news-bad news scenario.
Good news - he found the pictures. Good news part two - they were not defaced with black marker, so there weren't any immature idiots in on this prank.
Bad news - they'd been blown up to poster size and tacked on the inside of every head, showcasing his scantily-clad partner for the whole damn crew to see. His only thought was Damn they're so lucky Ziva's not here to see this. She'd hurt somebody and cut off their manhood.
"Something wrong, sir?"
Then again, she'd also make them wet their pants. Tony felt his dangerous smile grow as he turned to face the quartet of sailors who were snickering at his plight. The snickers died down when they saw his smile, slowly being replaced by the look of deer staring helplessly at the headlights of an incoming eighteen-wheeler. Faces paled when they realized just how deep in shit they were.
"Seamen," said Tony evenly, imploying the Gibbs technique he'd named Icy Father-Voice of Doom. "As a matter of fact, there is something wrong. Would you know anything about the poster-sized pictures that decorate the doors of each of the ship's heads?"
Of course he was reprimanded by the skipper. You can't just threaten four seamen with castration with a needle and a pair of pliers. It's apparently not very sporting.
After the incident, the pictures of Ziva were tacked up on his corkboard in clear view. The invisible threat still hung over them, refreshed by the glare Tony shot at any and all seamen who stared too long at her.
Touch my girl again, and your ass is grass.
Just a little something that I thought could happen during Tony's time away.
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