A/N: This was posted on the ncisspecialops board. I don't own any of the characters.
„That dog bites!"
Have you ever made this experience? You say something and before you even finish your sentence, you know you'd better shut up.
I knew I was in trouble, big trouble, without having seen Gibbs' facial expression.
"That dog bites!"
One of the lamest excuses I've ever tried to use. Qualifies easily for the top-five of the lamest excuses of all time. Brilliant, really. Smart move man! I mean, it's not like I'm trying to fool my mum or some old teacher. This is supposed to convince Gibbs.
"That dog bites!"
An NCIS agent that can't bring a suspect in because of a pet. There's no way I'll get out of this without making a complete fool of myself. If I stick to the story I made up spontaneously when Gibbs looked at me with his "You – better – have – a – good – explanation" look on his face, I can as well give my badge back at once. It shouldn't be a problem for a trained NCIS special agent to get past a dog.
On the other hand – if I tell the truth, if I tell him what really happened, I might not have the chance to give my badge back.
"That dog bites!"
Actually it wasn't the dog that did the biting!
Maybe I can blame it on the probie? Yeah – good idea! That's what probies are there for. Probies take the blame – agents get the fame. Too bad McGee had the day off. That is not going to work.
Why do I always have to get into these kinds of situations? Out of the one hundred suspects we last brought in, the one I go get alone has to be a petite blonde. A hot blonde – one that could easily make the cover of Vogue or any other high class magazine. Sure, if it had been the other way around and Kate had gone to bring a Men's Health model in, she would have stayed focussed. And McGee? Yeah, McGee…
But I'm a man and steaming hot Italian blood is rushing through my veins. And it gets me into trouble again and again.
"That dog bites!"
Guess I should come up with a really good story pretty fast. Doesn't look like Gibbs is going to wait much longer. He seems to be pretty calm though. But that can't fool me. Well, to be honest, I don't think I can fool him either.
So I might as well go for it and tell him what happened. Okay – not everything, not in detail. But the general story, headline and sub-title.
Something like: Look Gibbs, I went there and I rang the door-bell and this gorgeous woman opened the door and looked at me like I was the only one who could give her what she needed.
No, better make it: She looked at me like she needed my help.
Sounds better, but I'm afraid it doesn't explain why I didn't bring her in. And I can definitely not tell Gibbs what we did in that country-style kitchen of hers, no Sir, I can't.
But Gibbs will know that I lied when I lie. He always does. And he didn't fire me on those few occasions something similar to this happened before. There's no way I'll tell him her dog is a Chihuahua though!
"Tony! I'm waiting!"
"Yes, Boss…"
"Where have you been!"