A/N Very short and 100% pure fluff. Just something to tide everyone over until I get the next, longer chapter finished.
Disclaimer Everyone knows I don't own them and I'm still broke.
"Boss, please just shoot me," Tony grumbled.
"I just might, DiNozzo," Jethro growled. "This is your fault."
"I didn't know it would be this bad," Tony continued to whine.
"They're women, Tony." Jethro fought the urge to head-slap his agent. "What did you expect?"
Tony leaned against a marble column. "Just leave me here, Boss. Save yourself."
"I never leave a man behind." Jethro grabbed the lapel of Tony's jacket and pulled the younger man upright. "If I have to suffer, so do you."
Jethro propelled Tony forward. "You're up."
Tony trudged towards the clothing rack where Ziva was waving to him. She was holding what Tony would swear had to be the four hundredth sweater she had looked at. "Tony, do you like this color. I thought the green was nice. But, Liz says it is too drab. Do you think the purple would look better?"
Tony eyed the garment Ziva held up to herself. He personally thought she looked fantastic with nothing on. But, he had enough good sense left to know better than to voice his opinion. Especially not in front of Liz who was standing next to Ziva.
He tried to smile. Really he did. "I like the purple."
"But, you do not love it, yes?" Ziva frowned at him.
"No…I mean yes. I love that color on you." Tony prayed for divine intervention. Would an earthquake or a flood be too much to ask for?
Ziva returned the sweater to the rack. "I do not think I would wear it. It would be too hot for the office."
She and Liz moved to the next rack and Tony staggered back to where Jethro was now leaning against the column.
"Boss, help me out here. Come up with some excuse so we can leave," Tony pleaded.
Jethro narrowed his eyes and stared at the younger man. "I planned to stay home and watch the Buckeyes. But, no. You're the one who said and I quote, 'That sounds like fun,' when Liz offered to come to the mall with Ziva. Now, suck it up, Marine."
Tony decided to pull out the big guns. "But, Dad…"
Jethro cut him off. "Don't 'but dad' me. You got us into this mess. Now, shut the Hell up before I really give you something to whine about."
Jethro looked past Tony and rolled his eyes. "Oh, crap. They're moving to the purse department. We'll never get them out of here now."
Tony fell into step beside Jethro. "Ziva will have to examine every one to see which one will hold the most weapons."
Jethro snorted. "And, if they do find one, then they'll have to pick out shoes to match."
Ahead, the women had their heads together. They were giggling to themselves.
"Do you think we have made them suffer long enough?" Ziva asked in a conspiratorial whisper.
Liz patted her arm. "Oh, no, Dear. Let's give it another thirty minutes. I guarantee, they will never volunteer to come with us again."
Behind them, both men juggled bags and packages and swore, never again.