[From Frame Up]
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Tony's POV:
Claire and I were busy making phone calls as Ziva and McGee were over….doing something. She was standing behind him, reading off numbers as McTyper typed away at his computer.
"For a Caucasian female, a factor of 2.90 is multiplied by the tibia length." Ziva read off from behind McGee who was manning the computer.
"Ok autopsy report says the tibia is 38.34 centimeters." McGee mumbled.
"What are you doing?" I asked, staring over at them curiously.
"We are calculating our Jane Doe's probable height and weight." he explained distractedly. I frowned. Why were they making all this complicated.
"Why didn't you ask me?" I suggested easily.
"Tony, these are complex equations we're dealing with." Ziva dismissed condescendingly.
"Whatever, so she's like 5'8" so she's 120-126 pounds." I answered easily before getting back to my phone call. McGee stared at me as if I had grown a second head as Ziva scoffed. Shaking off the idea McGee got back to work. I shot Claire a knowing look and she smirked. My beautiful live in model of the general proportions of this Jane Doe. If the look of our mystery woman's legs are anything to go by. Continuing on, the two finished listing off measurements to put into the equations. As McGee pushed enter the two froze at the readings from the equations.
"5'8" " Ziva droned in shock.
"125.5 lbs." McGee added in the same tone. They both slowly turned to stare at me who nodded with a smile.
"How could you possibly know that just by her legs?" McGee asked in shock.
"Well I am….." I choked on my sentence…currently dating someone of that height so I know very well all the dimensions associated with the type. Yea that would go over well. I looked over at Claire for a split second, taking in her widened eyes. Thinking fast, I rethought my sentence.
"…..familiar with the type." I told them instead, smiling to keep up the façade. Ziva rolled her eyes, taking it the way I had intended. I let out a breath I had apparently been holding and glanced over at Claire once they were distracted. She let out a nervous breath too. Phew…..dodged that bullet.
