step by step
An NCIS fic collection
by mew-tsubaki
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imagine: miscellany 15—tools of the trade (this post on the sideblog: 703399110680756224/ parknight-imagines-miscellany-15-tools-of-the)
tags: s20e9, pre?Parknight
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"Nice of you to let McGee head home early," Knight remarks while sifting through the box at her desk. She shoots Parker a small smile.
He shrugs and pauses penning his report. "It's the least. He and Delilah went through a lot with the case. I figure they deserved an extra moment to focus on what's important."
"And speaking of important," Torres interrupts from across the room. "Parker, the case is over and Clarkson skedaddled with the spy. But I gotta know his beauty secrets. You promised me Clarkson's contact info." He raises his eyebrows because of course this is Serious Business™.
Parker glances at Knight to share his dry expression and to suppress the urge to roll his eyes, and she grins in return. Nevertheless, the team leader grabs a sticky note, scribbles down poor Clarkson's number, and holds it out for Torres' eagerly awaiting hands. When Torres hustles from the bullpen, Parker gripes at his back, "What happened to finishing your paperwork first, Torres?"
"There's not really much left to do," Knight assures him. She goes to Torres' desk to check things. "And, hey, he's half done. If our reports and the final evidence log are it, then we're good, Parker."
He frowns, but it's hard to argue with her reasoning and chipper attitude. Though he quirks an eyebrow when Knight returns to the evidence box and plucks free one item, still in its bag, twirling it around between her fingers. "Speaking of evidence—I'm still impressed by your frisbee takedown of our suspect, Knight."
She laughs and spins the frisbee vertically, catching it with her other hand behind her back. "I feel a little bad for that kid who let me use it, since it became evidence, but the twenty I gave him should buy him a decent replacement." Knight shrugs. "A frisbee's not even the oddest thing I've got good aim with."
Now that has his attention. He taps his pen against the scruff of his chin. "Well, I've seen you with all sorts of firearms and wield a pipe as a staff." Parker narrows his eyes with a smirk. "Baseball or softball?"
"Either. Same goes for the rest of your standard sports balls, thanks to what things my siblings and cousins played growing up. For the record, if we ever encounter someone on the ice, I can smack a mean hockey puck in their direction, too."
Parker snickers and shakes his head.
"You laugh, but, if it's the right size, it can be a projectile and it can get the job done." Knight stops toying with their evidence and rests one hand on her cocked hip. "You really going to sit there and act as though you haven't got any weird 'weapons' in your arsenal of crazy stories?"
He purses his lips while giving it some thought. Then: "…wooden spoons."
Knight furrows her brow. "Utensils?"
"The instrument, actually."
"Since when are spoons instruments?!" Incredulous though she may be, she laughs.
"You'd be surprised what comes out of the folk music scene."
Knight shakes her head and gently throws the frisbee back in the evidence box; it, of course, makes its target. She smiles at Parker, though. "Well, that one I'll have to see to believe."
Once more, Parker raises an eyebrow. "I…could show you the trick with the spoons if you want to divulge the secrets to your frisbee aim."
She doesn't give it a second's thought, but her eyes crinkle and Knight's smile looks more playful this time, matching his smirk. "Then it's a date."
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I needed smthg cuuute. Also, it's a good question: When they "borrow" smthg off a bystander to apprehend a suspect, does it ever become evidence? Feels as tho it could… :O Anywho. Also, yeah…wooden spoons are musical instruments. *comes from a folk music bkgd*
-mew! ;D