Recycled-disclaimer-randomly-chosen-from-a-previous-chapter-for-your-reading-pleasure: Guess what? I own it! Although, 'it' is not necessarily NCIS - How it feels to be a penguin
Sunny and Gibbs walked over to a counter displaying some of the many varieties of fish surrounding them, most penguins would have attacked the first thing they saw, but Sunny wasn't most penguins. He had his eyes set of some fish that was being guarded by Mr. Hifton, specifically $25 a pound Swordfish.
"I'd like five pounds of that, please." Gibbs stared at Mr. Hifton who carefully wrapped it up and put it into a small cooler filled with ice and handed it to Gibbs.
"You really like that penguin, don't you? It's like your kid?" Mr. Hifton chuckled taking the $125 from Gibbs.
"Yeah, I guess he is. You got any kids?" His hand was moving towards his badge.
"No, but I have two cats, Sam and Ella." He chuckled again, "Didn't mean to name 'em that but…" His voice trailed off.
"You should find someone to talk care of your cats for a bit, your under arrest."
Mr. Hifton nodded and followed Gibbs out to where his car was parked and sat in the back patiently while Gibbs installed the car seat in the front.
He laid out the fish for Sunny who nibbled carefully on it all the way back to NCIS head quarters.
TBC….