Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the characters I borrow to fulfil the need to inflict my sick and twisted imagination on other people - I promise to put them back when I'm done, but I can't be held accountable for any damage they sustain in the meantime...
The Bunnies made me do it.
Thanks for the reviews - I wasn't totally sure anyone would like it. Heck, if I'm honest, I wasn't sure if anyone would actually read it. Except for my lovely Betas who kind of had to really. Wanna Be Abby and my 'Big Sis' once again hussive thanks for all your assistance.
Tony groaned and rolled over, his entire body connecting with something solid. He groaned again - surmising that the 'something' must be a wall and that meant he'd passed out in his hallway. Again.
Rolling away from the wall he rested on his back for a few moments, contemplating moving to the comfort of his bed. Not that the floor wasn't comfortable. Which was, well, slightly odd given that he must've been there for at least a couple of hours. By rights his body should be complaining loudly about its latest mistreatment. As it was, aside from the pounding in his head, Tony was feeling no ill effects from his debauched night of Sake-bombing. But that didn't mean he would get away with staying on the floor all night.
"Right," he said decisively to the darkness "Bed." He sat up. Or rather, he tried to sit up - not even making it halfway before his head connected sharply with another solid 'something'.
"OW!" Tony slumped back down and raised a hand to rub at his stinging forehead, frowning slightly as he tried to figure out which piece of furniture had just assaulted him.
He became aware of two things simultaneously - first: his hallway was totally devoid of furniture, which meant that he wasn't in his hallway…
And second:
He wasn't alone.
To Be Continued…