January 3rd: Face - 100 words - Describe a character having the feeling portrayed in this picture.

Warnings: N/A

Fandom: NCIS!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS!

The Probie Becomes the Master

Tim lifted his hand in front of his face hiding the huge smile that wanted to make itself known. If Tony saw him excited and happy this early in the morning, he would become suspicious and Tim couldn't have that happening. Not when he had spent so long planning this.

He had been the butt of Tony's pranks and jokes one too many times and now it was his turn to get revenge, to pull one on the older man. It took a while to figure out Tony's schedule, but he finally figured out the pattern. Whenever Tim had arrived at work, Tony was already there, so he had tailored his arrival earlier and earlier until he finally arrived before Tony. It had taken awhile since once he thought he had figured out the correct time, Tony would arrive late and through him off. Tim needed this to be perfect, or he wouldn't just be answering to Gibbs.

So, it was with a light heart that he sat at his desk, thin cord trailing to the metal doors of the elevator that held the huge water bucket above, complete with floating rubber duck. His pulse was beating a mile a minute when the elevator sounded and his prey started to step out. It was show time.

"Hey Tony, did you have a nice night?" Tim looked at Tony and took in his styled hair and seemingly brand new suit, freshly pressed. His conscious got the better of him and was about to back out of the prank when his hand slipped on the cord.

"Yeah. Thanks for as-ahhhhh!" Tony's head went down to look at himself, feeling the water drip down his face. He spotted the yellow duck that had hit him on his head, a few feet away, mocking him.

He threw his probie a hard, accusing look and made his way to his desk, ignoring the puddles he was leaving.

"Tony..." Tim fumbled for the right words in the face of Tony's anger. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

"Don't." Tony released his breath and quirked a smile at his terrified friend.

"It's okay, Tim. Ya got me, I admit that. I'm not mad so stop looking like your gunna wet yourself." The smile grew wider as he removed his sopping wet suit jacket and started to rummage in his cabinet.

The elevator sounded once more and released Kate into the bullpen. Stopping suddenly when she noticed the two men and couldn't stop the burst of laughter at Tony's appearance. When she opened her eyes, finally able to breathe, she locked onto the rubber duck and another round of laughter and she fought for breath.

"Decided to go for a swim this morning Tony?" Kate paused, just long enough, to gasp out. "I thought children needed to be supervised." She snarked, dropping her purse and duck onto her desk.

Tim looked between the two agents and his eyes went wide as Tony launched the wet jacket at Kate.

"Yup, thought maybe since you're here and all, you might wanna join me!" Tony smiled innocently as Kate cursed at the freezing water, ignoring the glare thrown his way. Tim couldn't believe how easily Tony goaded Kate and realized he still had a lot to learn from the older man.

By the time things had settled down, the two agents, now in dry clothes, and Gibbs arrived, both Tony and Kate wore the same glare aimed at him. Gibbs had chastised both of his partners and hadn't even looked his way. He figured it was nice that his boss didn't think him capable of such a prank, when Tony and Kate tried to rat him out.

Tim knew he'd have to keep both eyes open and stay alert if the promise of revenge he saw in their eyes were real.