Under the bright South American sun, Tony was tapping his fingers against the dashboard of the jeep he was driving as they waited in the thick traffic.
"Ok which way to the tactical analysis teams headquarters?" Tony asked his companion who was holding up the map.
"El Derecho? Or Isquierda?" he asked, indicating to the left and right. Claire set down the map and looked at him.
"Right." She ordered.
"Derecho." He muttered. Tony nodded his head and they continued in the slow traffic, which was made up of just people walking thought the streets. Tony looked over at one of the trucks that was selling things on the side of the street.
"Ah….I shoulda brought more cash. Look at that." He commented as they passed by the collection of DVD players. Tony tapped Claire on the shoulder and gestured to his left.
"Hey, look at these guys." He nodded towards the group of men sitting around at a table, staring at them.
"Buenos Dias." He greeted as they drove by.
"It's the local bridge club." He told her jokingly. Claire laughed and Tony causally draped his arm across the back of her seat. He had to admit that this was nice. Just the two of them with no one else around to bug them. Plus he told her that he was going to take her to the tropics someday so that's what he did…..kinda. They continued down the streets and took in the different sights of the back-ally they were driving through.
"Well it's not the tropics but at least it's warm." Tony told her.
"Actually, it is the tropics, Tony." She corrected, glancing around at all the sights around them. Tony rose an eyebrow from behind his sunglasses.
"Really?" he inquired curiously.
"The Tropic of Capricorn to be exact." She informed him with a smug smile. Tony nodded his head and paused before scrunching up his nose in distaste.
"Does the tropic smell kinda funny to you Claire?" he asked thoughtfully. Claire smirked. She knew exactly what he was smelling.
"It's not the tropics, Tony." She assured and gestured towards the scene beside them.
"It would be the plumbing." She informed, as the guy beside them dumped his sewage water into a trashcan. Tony made a groan of disgust as they passed.
"How come we never get sent to Paris or Hawaii?" he casually asked as they continued down the street. They glanced over at the men carrying machine guns next to the store with a bunch of flowers and stuffed animals. She smacked him on the arm playfully.
"Oh come on it'll be fun! And the best part….no Gibbs checking up on us." She reminded with a wide smirk. Tony chuckled at the comforting thought.