Rating: PG-13
Pairing: TATE! Perhaps a little MABBY. :D
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, the show isn't mine, what's this stuff on my shoe? As far as I know, I made up the thingy. You'll know what I mean after you read it.
"Not another one," Tony groaned. He tossed the letter on his desk and leaned back in his chair.
"Rental store collecting late fees for Debbie Does D.C. again?" Kate teased.
"No." Tony frowned. "I returned that one last week."
"Ugh!" Kate threw a pencil at him. "You are such a pig."
Tony's eyebrows shot up. "Me? You brought it up. I was just going along with it."
"I know." Kate grinned. "I just had to say it."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Open your mail. You'll groan too."
Kate did exactly that. "Dammit! They have them here too? I can't escape them! I thought I was through with the damn things when I left the Secret Service! Gibbs!" Kate called.
"Hey, boss." Tony yelled.
Gibbs looked up at his griefstricken partners. "Is someone dead?" Gibbs asked.
"No such luck. Why?"
"Your faces. You look like you have to tell me my bestest dog died."
"No, it's just- Do we have to go to the interagency spring ball?" Kate replied.
"Oh, shit. That god-awful thing's rolled around again? I can't stand those people."
Kate's face lit up. "So we don't have to go?" She hopefully smiled.
Gibbs sighed. "They wouldn't send the invitations if they didn't expect us to be there."
"Maybe we'll get lucky and someone will die." Kate optimistically said.
Tony scoffed. "No one ever dies when we need 'em to."
"So make sure you get your clothes for the ball. That means a tux, Tony." Gibbs retorted.
Tony turned to Kate. "He says that every year. Like I'm gonna forget that I have to wear a monkey suit."
"Can we bring dates?" Kate inquired.
Gibbs didn't even look up. "It's all in the letter." he replied.
Kate glanced back down at the abhorrent piece of paper and jumped up, heading for the elevator.
"Where're you going?" Tony called.
"To see if Abby'll go shopping with me."
"Can't you just call her?"
"And risk you eavesdropping? No. This is personal."
Tony's eyes twinkled mischieviously.
"Not like that, you pervert. My dress is personal information, not my relationship with Abby."
"That would be hot though."
Kate just gave him a look as the elevator doors closed. So did Gibbs.
"What? It would."
Abby turned the music down as Kate walked into the lab.
"Is that what I think it is?" Abby grimaced.
"If you're thinking it's an invitation to the interagency spring ball, then yeah."
"Cool. I wonder if mine's here yet."
Abby started rummaging through her top desk drawer. "Aha! No, that's not it. Poem from McGee, tox screen, lab workup, poem from McGee... Here it is!"
"Hey, if you're so excited, why'd you make a face?"
Abby chuckled. "Tony called right before you got here and asked me to turn on the speaker so he could hear what we say. He said you don't like balls. Then he said, 'No, wait. That's not what I meant,' and I hung up."
Kate rolled her eyes. "He's such a pervert." she muttered, then shook her head. "Anyway, I came down to ask if you wanted to go shopping with me this weekend. Well, Thursday night." Kate amended. "You think they'd give a girl more notice."
"Sure, I'll go. I gave my dress to Goodwill after they canceled the fall ball."
Kate snorted. "I threw out all my floor-lengths when I left the Secret Service. And now, another ball." Kate sighed.
"You wanna drive over together, or meet at the mall after work?" Abby asked.
"Tony doubts that we'll have any deathe this week, so we can go together."
Abby grinned. "Since when do you care what Tony thinks?"
"I don't! I just-He's usually right about those things. He has murder ESP or something."
"Street cop instincts. He is a dufus, but you can't forget that he was a homicide cop for 5 years."
"Did he-" The phone ringing cut Kate off.
Abby held up a gloved index finger. "Hold that thought. Hello? Yeah. She'll be right up." Abby hung up the phone. "So much for instincts. Gibbs wants you. There's a body at the Norfolk docks."
"Thank God! Well, we can still try for Thursday. We'll talk when I get back."
" 'Kay." Abby quirked an eyebrow as Kate left, a slight spring in her step. 'Kate's excited by a dead body? Tony's really rubbing off on her.' "Not that she'd ever admit it." Abby voiced with a smirk.
AN: Okay, you're thinking 'what happened to American Nightmare, and OMG, not another freakin' ball fic.' I promise, mine's different. As for American Nightmare, I'm workin' on it. Elle sorta has museblock(that's like writer's block, but it blocks a muses' inspiration. Yup:D I made it up. Shhh! Don't tell.)
Ooo, funny secret. My muses names are Elle, and Bubbles. Secret: Neither of them watch NCIS. Heehehe. Elle doesn't have CBS, and Bubbles is slightly forgetful. :D Luv you girl! Bubbles is a writer on here though. Not for NCIS. Harry Potter and warped cross overs. They're hysterical. Bubbles does watch CSI though, and I know both of my muses in real life. They're friends who inspire me. For more on my muses, check out my website at.... OMG, I better stop now. I sound like a PBS infomercial. :D My bad. (Check out my sites. Please! Especially the role playing one. I need more people to role play and do round robins. I love those! I have an Abby for one game, but I need the other characters, and if you wanna be Abby, gather some friends and start a new rp. And by rp, I mean Role Play. An rp is different than an MMORPG in that an MMORPG is a Massive Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Game, which we learned in 'The Immortal'. That's like, Warcraft, Jedi Outcast, and (my fave--) Diablo2. An rp is a game where you pick a character to portray and start a storyline. You and other characters(people like you, acting as Kate, Tony, etc.) write out a story. It's awesomely fun. Please join! It's free! I swear! the board is at Register, then play! Registering is free. It's all friggin' free! Pweeze!) Sorry for the massive Author's Note. Oh yeah, review dammit! I mean, please. Review, please. I always seem to forget that part.
Pairing: TATE! Perhaps a little MABBY. :D
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, the show isn't mine, what's this stuff on my shoe? As far as I know, I made up the thingy. You'll know what I mean after you read it.
"Not another one," Tony groaned. He tossed the letter on his desk and leaned back in his chair.
"Rental store collecting late fees for Debbie Does D.C. again?" Kate teased.
"No." Tony frowned. "I returned that one last week."
"Ugh!" Kate threw a pencil at him. "You are such a pig."
Tony's eyebrows shot up. "Me? You brought it up. I was just going along with it."
"I know." Kate grinned. "I just had to say it."
Tony rolled his eyes. "Open your mail. You'll groan too."
Kate did exactly that. "Dammit! They have them here too? I can't escape them! I thought I was through with the damn things when I left the Secret Service! Gibbs!" Kate called.
"Hey, boss." Tony yelled.
Gibbs looked up at his griefstricken partners. "Is someone dead?" Gibbs asked.
"No such luck. Why?"
"Your faces. You look like you have to tell me my bestest dog died."
"No, it's just- Do we have to go to the interagency spring ball?" Kate replied.
"Oh, shit. That god-awful thing's rolled around again? I can't stand those people."
Kate's face lit up. "So we don't have to go?" She hopefully smiled.
Gibbs sighed. "They wouldn't send the invitations if they didn't expect us to be there."
"Maybe we'll get lucky and someone will die." Kate optimistically said.
Tony scoffed. "No one ever dies when we need 'em to."
"So make sure you get your clothes for the ball. That means a tux, Tony." Gibbs retorted.
Tony turned to Kate. "He says that every year. Like I'm gonna forget that I have to wear a monkey suit."
"Can we bring dates?" Kate inquired.
Gibbs didn't even look up. "It's all in the letter." he replied.
Kate glanced back down at the abhorrent piece of paper and jumped up, heading for the elevator.
"Where're you going?" Tony called.
"To see if Abby'll go shopping with me."
"Can't you just call her?"
"And risk you eavesdropping? No. This is personal."
Tony's eyes twinkled mischieviously.
"Not like that, you pervert. My dress is personal information, not my relationship with Abby."
"That would be hot though."
Kate just gave him a look as the elevator doors closed. So did Gibbs.
"What? It would."
Abby turned the music down as Kate walked into the lab.
"Is that what I think it is?" Abby grimaced.
"If you're thinking it's an invitation to the interagency spring ball, then yeah."
"Cool. I wonder if mine's here yet."
Abby started rummaging through her top desk drawer. "Aha! No, that's not it. Poem from McGee, tox screen, lab workup, poem from McGee... Here it is!"
"Hey, if you're so excited, why'd you make a face?"
Abby chuckled. "Tony called right before you got here and asked me to turn on the speaker so he could hear what we say. He said you don't like balls. Then he said, 'No, wait. That's not what I meant,' and I hung up."
Kate rolled her eyes. "He's such a pervert." she muttered, then shook her head. "Anyway, I came down to ask if you wanted to go shopping with me this weekend. Well, Thursday night." Kate amended. "You think they'd give a girl more notice."
"Sure, I'll go. I gave my dress to Goodwill after they canceled the fall ball."
Kate snorted. "I threw out all my floor-lengths when I left the Secret Service. And now, another ball." Kate sighed.
"You wanna drive over together, or meet at the mall after work?" Abby asked.
"Tony doubts that we'll have any deathe this week, so we can go together."
Abby grinned. "Since when do you care what Tony thinks?"
"I don't! I just-He's usually right about those things. He has murder ESP or something."
"Street cop instincts. He is a dufus, but you can't forget that he was a homicide cop for 5 years."
"Did he-" The phone ringing cut Kate off.
Abby held up a gloved index finger. "Hold that thought. Hello? Yeah. She'll be right up." Abby hung up the phone. "So much for instincts. Gibbs wants you. There's a body at the Norfolk docks."
"Thank God! Well, we can still try for Thursday. We'll talk when I get back."
" 'Kay." Abby quirked an eyebrow as Kate left, a slight spring in her step. 'Kate's excited by a dead body? Tony's really rubbing off on her.' "Not that she'd ever admit it." Abby voiced with a smirk.
AN: Okay, you're thinking 'what happened to American Nightmare, and OMG, not another freakin' ball fic.' I promise, mine's different. As for American Nightmare, I'm workin' on it. Elle sorta has museblock(that's like writer's block, but it blocks a muses' inspiration. Yup:D I made it up. Shhh! Don't tell.)
Ooo, funny secret. My muses names are Elle, and Bubbles. Secret: Neither of them watch NCIS. Heehehe. Elle doesn't have CBS, and Bubbles is slightly forgetful. :D Luv you girl! Bubbles is a writer on here though. Not for NCIS. Harry Potter and warped cross overs. They're hysterical. Bubbles does watch CSI though, and I know both of my muses in real life. They're friends who inspire me. For more on my muses, check out my website at.... OMG, I better stop now. I sound like a PBS infomercial. :D My bad. (Check out my sites. Please! Especially the role playing one. I need more people to role play and do round robins. I love those! I have an Abby for one game, but I need the other characters, and if you wanna be Abby, gather some friends and start a new rp. And by rp, I mean Role Play. An rp is different than an MMORPG in that an MMORPG is a Massive Multiplayer Online Roleplaying Game, which we learned in 'The Immortal'. That's like, Warcraft, Jedi Outcast, and (my fave--) Diablo2. An rp is a game where you pick a character to portray and start a storyline. You and other characters(people like you, acting as Kate, Tony, etc.) write out a story. It's awesomely fun. Please join! It's free! I swear! the board is at Register, then play! Registering is free. It's all friggin' free! Pweeze!) Sorry for the massive Author's Note. Oh yeah, review dammit! I mean, please. Review, please. I always seem to forget that part.