"Ow."
"You're telling me."
"She didn't beat you up."
"She didn't tackle you."
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Kate asked as she walked in.
"Nothing," they replied quickly. Kate gave them an odd look as she set her things on her desk. Typing her report, she glanced surreptitiously at both of them.
Tony's face was swelling slightly, and one eye was looking kind of dark. Gibbs looked fine, but every once in a while he would wince and massage his chest. Kate grinned slightly. Tony's injuries she had enjoyed inflicting. Gibbs, well, she was sorry he was hurt but it sure had been an experience.
"Where are you going?" Gibbs asked.
"Restroom," Kate replied as she walked away. Coming back, she was met with a very strange sight.
Tony was pointing adamantly at his own face, particularly his black eye. He then slid his shirt off his shoulder to reveal bandages. Kate assumed it was some type of sprain; she had twisted his arm behind his back pretty far. Opening his mouth, he gesticulated to an empty spot in his row of pearly whites. Kate cringed; she didn't know she'd knocked his tooth out. But that was nothing compared to what she saw next.
Gibbs looked around quickly before unbuttoning his shirt. He was talking to Tony, but Kate couldn't hear what was being said. Finished unbuttoning, he flung his shirt open to reveal a large bruise developing in the middle of his chest. Kate flinched at first; the wound did look rather bad. Then she started to appreciate what she was looking at. Gibbs' chest muscles were perfectly toned, his stomach flat. Kate wondered, also, where he found the time to stay so tan.
"Ouch, boss, that is bad," Tony's voice floated over to Kate, bringing her back to her senses.
"Hurts like hell," Gibbs muttered. "And if you tell anyone that, I'll give it to you worse than Kate."
"Sure, boss, no problem. Um, you know, this black eye doesn't really hurt all that bad, either..." Tony insinuated. Gibbs nodded curtly.
Kate grinned. So that's how they were going to be, eh? Well, two could play that game.
"Hey, Tony, Gibbs," she greeted cheerily. Gibbs hurriedly buttoned his shirt and she pretended she hadn't seen. Tony smiled without showing his teeth.
"Say, Tony," she said, slapping him on the shoulder. He gasped and his eyes widened incredibly. "Did you get those phone records?"
"Yes," he wheezed. "They're right here." He reached with his other arm and handed them to her.
"Thanks," she smiled as she patted him on the shoulder again. He managed to nod as tears of pain moistened his eyes. Gibbs was pretending not to watch, but he wore a faint smile.
"Hey, Gibbs!" Kate called, sidling over to his desk.
"Yeah," he muttered, not looking up.
"Here's the files you asked for," she said, shoving a large box into his arms. He grunted lightly as the box rammed into his chest but refused any other acknowledgement of pain.
Kate grinned as she picked up her bag and sauntered off. "Bye, guys! See you tomorrow."
"She's enjoying this," Tony declared in amazement.
Gibbs had a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched Kate walk out. "Not for long."
"You're telling me."
"She didn't beat you up."
"She didn't tackle you."
"Hey, guys, what's going on?" Kate asked as she walked in.
"Nothing," they replied quickly. Kate gave them an odd look as she set her things on her desk. Typing her report, she glanced surreptitiously at both of them.
Tony's face was swelling slightly, and one eye was looking kind of dark. Gibbs looked fine, but every once in a while he would wince and massage his chest. Kate grinned slightly. Tony's injuries she had enjoyed inflicting. Gibbs, well, she was sorry he was hurt but it sure had been an experience.
"Where are you going?" Gibbs asked.
"Restroom," Kate replied as she walked away. Coming back, she was met with a very strange sight.
Tony was pointing adamantly at his own face, particularly his black eye. He then slid his shirt off his shoulder to reveal bandages. Kate assumed it was some type of sprain; she had twisted his arm behind his back pretty far. Opening his mouth, he gesticulated to an empty spot in his row of pearly whites. Kate cringed; she didn't know she'd knocked his tooth out. But that was nothing compared to what she saw next.
Gibbs looked around quickly before unbuttoning his shirt. He was talking to Tony, but Kate couldn't hear what was being said. Finished unbuttoning, he flung his shirt open to reveal a large bruise developing in the middle of his chest. Kate flinched at first; the wound did look rather bad. Then she started to appreciate what she was looking at. Gibbs' chest muscles were perfectly toned, his stomach flat. Kate wondered, also, where he found the time to stay so tan.
"Ouch, boss, that is bad," Tony's voice floated over to Kate, bringing her back to her senses.
"Hurts like hell," Gibbs muttered. "And if you tell anyone that, I'll give it to you worse than Kate."
"Sure, boss, no problem. Um, you know, this black eye doesn't really hurt all that bad, either..." Tony insinuated. Gibbs nodded curtly.
Kate grinned. So that's how they were going to be, eh? Well, two could play that game.
"Hey, Tony, Gibbs," she greeted cheerily. Gibbs hurriedly buttoned his shirt and she pretended she hadn't seen. Tony smiled without showing his teeth.
"Say, Tony," she said, slapping him on the shoulder. He gasped and his eyes widened incredibly. "Did you get those phone records?"
"Yes," he wheezed. "They're right here." He reached with his other arm and handed them to her.
"Thanks," she smiled as she patted him on the shoulder again. He managed to nod as tears of pain moistened his eyes. Gibbs was pretending not to watch, but he wore a faint smile.
"Hey, Gibbs!" Kate called, sidling over to his desk.
"Yeah," he muttered, not looking up.
"Here's the files you asked for," she said, shoving a large box into his arms. He grunted lightly as the box rammed into his chest but refused any other acknowledgement of pain.
Kate grinned as she picked up her bag and sauntered off. "Bye, guys! See you tomorrow."
"She's enjoying this," Tony declared in amazement.
Gibbs had a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched Kate walk out. "Not for long."