The second, and last, ficlet I wrote for NCIS fandom week...barely a ficlet. Day four: Teamwork makes the dream work
Also the last of the tumblr ficlets I've posted in the past two years. There might be a few even older ones I haven't posted here yet, I'll look into it in the spirit of tiva fic amnesty.
"We're getting absolutely nowhere." Tony ran a hand over the wall, occasionally tapping it, hoping for a hollow sound, some movement, anything.
"Keep looking," McGee stage-whispered from up the stairs, before popping his head out of the basement door to continue keeping watch.
Tony sighed, already bored with their lack of success, and focused his attention on the other partner in crime. He took a swig of his beer as he ogled Ziva's shapely ass, raised in the air as she investigated the dusty floor underneath the work bench. Not a complete loss, after all.
"Any luck finding a trap door, Miss Downward Dog?" he asked her with a grin.
Ziva looked back and narrowed her eyes at him. "Next time you investigate the floor."
"I would love to, but I have a bad knee." Another swig of his beer.
Ziva sat back on her heels and raised an eyebrow. "There is nothing wrong with your knee, Tony," she said with a smirk.
Tony chuckled, walked over to her as she dusted off her hands, and offered her the bottle of beer.
"There won't be a next time if he catches us," McGee whispered loudly.
"Probie, chillax, he's out in the backyard grilling steaks." His phone vibrated in his pocket. "We've got a few more minutes before he gets suspicious."
Ziva looked at him incredulously. "How long have you worked for him?"
Tony shrugged off her concern, and answered his phone without looking."Very Special Agent DiNozzo."
"Stop trying to figure out how I get the boats out or I'll feed your steaks to the neighbor's dog."