Sep 26
We cannot expect the deepest friendship unless we are willing to pay the price, a self-sacrificing love. – Peloubet
Abby pouted at Tony. "Please?"
He glanced at her. "I lost fifty dollars to Ziva this morning," he pointed out. "I don't have much money to spare, especially if the ninja Mossad chick decides to start betting again."
"You can win it back off her." She appealed to his competitive nature. "I know you can."
"Ask Gibbs."
"I am asking him," she pointed out. "He's at a communication seminar all day, which leaves you in charge of the team which makes you Gibbs. And Gibbs would pay for my lunch."
"What about McAuthor?"
"Someone stole his wallet on the bus this morning. Do you not pay attention to anything?" she questioned.
"If he'd mentioned it, I would have remembered," he promised. "Seriously. Thom E Gemcity taking the bus to work – that's enough to tease him for a week."
"I left my wallet at home," she reminded him. "And I need lunch."
"Can't you make something in your lab?" he wondered.
"I can boil you from the inside out and not leave a trace," she warned. "But I cannot make something edible from the chemicals in my lab."
"Ask Ducky," he suggested.
She raised herself up to her full height and glared at him. "Tony DiNozzo, if you do not buy my lunch I will give Ziva a paperclip!"
He winced. "What do you want?" he offered.