Jan 27
Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.
Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)
Timothy McGee stared in horror at the sight before him. He regularly stared down serial killers, mad bombers and a certain Goth before her morning Caf-Pow! But nothing was as horrifying, as nightmare-inducing than this.
He had long known that Tony was ever so slightly insane. No one in their right mind would willfully taunt a Mossad assassin on a regular basis. Nor would they dare to speculate about their boss's love life and the latest mysterious redhead with the knowledge that the man in question could sneak up behind someone and kill them with his bare hands. And they would definitely not note that the Director had nice legs within possible earshot of the woman who was perfectly capable of reassigning him to the middle of nowhere.
Tim shook his head on the off chance he was hallucinating. Nope. Tony was really eating a sandwich with what looked like salami, pepperoni, tuna and jalapeños, coupled with a healthy dollop of mayo.
"You're going to make yourself ill," he noted.
Tony continued chewing his current mouthful and swallowed hard. "It's nice!" he protested. "You should try some."
"Not in a million years," Tim promised.
"Is the ickle Probie afraid of a sandwich?" Tony teased. "It doesn't bite."
Tim was saved from the inevitable dare by the arrival of Ziva. "What are you eating?" she demanded.