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" Yeah, um, hi. I'd like to place an order please? For delivery to the Navy Yard, NCIS office..."
McGee glanced over to his partner's desk, shaking his head. He received a glare in return, and ducked his head again, muttering under his breath.
" Yeah? Can I get two cheese and tomato, with extra extra pepperoni. Both large. And throw in some extra dipping sauce. And a bottle of Pepsi"
Again, McGee glanced over, disbelief in his eyes. And yet again, he met a pair of cool green eyes, who clearly told him to back off.
" You want anything, McGeek?"
He shook his head, leaning back to watch as the order was complete.
" Uh-huh, sure. It's Tony DiNozzo. DiNozzo. Big D, little I, big N, little Ozzo. And the credit card number is..."
A long number was reeled off the card, before, with a satisfied grin, the phone was put back down, and Tony relaxed. McGee raised a questioning eyebrow.
" Hungry, Tony?"
" Starved. Hey, is Abby about?"
He pushed himself of this seat, disappearing in search of said Goth. He hadn't been gone two minutes when Gibbs appeared, glancing at the smirking McGee.
" Something funny, Tim?"
" No, no. Not at all boss. Nothing whatsoever."
Twenty minutes later, Tony strolled into the bullpen, stopping at the sight of a pizza delivery man, standing, looking rather puzzled, a somewhat displeased Gibbs and a smug looking McGee behind him.
" Problem, boss?'
" Your delivery's here, DiNozzo."
" Delivery, I didn't order any pizza..."
The delivery man cleared his throat, reading the receipt.
" Tony DiNozzo. NCIS Navy Yard."
" You're sure it was DiNozzo?"
" Yessir. The caller made it quite clear. 'Big D, little I, big N-"
" Little Ozzo."
Tony turned around, facing his now empty desk, immediately reaching for his wallet. Finding his credit card gone, he turned back to the man.
" Prepaid?"
" Yessir."
He cursed under his breath, took the pizza, thanked the man, dumped it on his desk, and turned to McGee.
" There's only one person who knows how to spell like that, and who would dare take my credit card... Where?"
" Went to see Abby. Y'know, he's more like you than you know..."
Tony shot off, headed for the lab. As he left, a small head appeared from under Ziva's desk, quickly scooting out to grab the pizzas and take his place in his father's chair. Feeling Gibbs' stare on him, the young Tony glanced over, mouth full of pizza.
" Wha', Gran'pa? Thi'k Dad knows it wa' me?"
Gibbs let himself smirk, standing up and heading towards MTAC, taking a moment to pause and lightly slap the back of his grandson's head.
" Y'think, DiNozzo?"