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NCIS - Valentines Day
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Ziva David was mildly confused. This was never a good state to find her in as, when she was unsure of a situation, she got annoyed and when Ziva got annoyed her Mossad training tended to kick in. Things often got more than a little bit messy after that. So, for the welfare of everyone working in the NCIS building, they did their very best to make sure she knew what was happening.
Also the cleaning crew had threatened to go on strike, blood was a very stubborn stain to shift and, where a confused Ziva went, blood had a tendency to follow. One of the cleaning crew, a normally mild-mannered, elderly Mexican lady was now reduced to hysterics every time she saw her. Scuttlebutt had it that she thought Ziva was possessed by the devil.
"McGee?" Ziva asked, her brow furrowed. "Why are there many pink envelopes on Tony's desk?"
McGee opened his mouth to reply but then the man in question arrived.
"Why! I will tell you why, Mademoiselle David." Tony said, rounding the corner and throwing himself
Short Story Challenge W1: Special DeliverySpecial delivery
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" The sound of his alarm clock beeping roused Timothy McGee from his sleep, and he groaned tiredly, groping around for the offensive little thing. However, his drowsy brain had trouble coordinating things for him and he didn't find his clock in time for it to auto-snooze, causing him to withdraw his hand under the covers again and sleep on.
When it started blaring again only three seconds later, he sat up, wide awake. That wasn't his alarm clock, it was his cellphone. And that caller ID caused his heart to instantly take on an adrenalin-fed rhythm
"Get your butt over here, McGee, we've got a situation. One hour. *click*" His boss, Jethro Gibbs, was not a man of many words, but the power in the few words he did use was immense. Fifteen minutes later saw an edgy man in his car. He had brushed his teeth in the shower the aftermath of which he'd clean up later, he muse