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donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-06 08:27 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-06 08:27 pm
The Fine Art Of Negotiation
Title: The Fine Art Of Negotiation
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, no pairings, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: When the stakes were high, Tony relied on his negotiation skills.
Author's Note: Written for thencisdrabble100 challenge: alibi
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, no pairings, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: When the stakes were high, Tony relied on his negotiation skills.
Author's Note: Written for the
ncisdrabble100 challenge: alibiThe final negotiations were finished seconds before the elevator arrived on the main floor. Two caf-pows every day for the next three weeks, a box of chocolates, and a home-made dinner where he would make his secret family recipe for pasta sauce.
“We got a case, Boss?” Tony asked, since Gibbs had been waiting for the elevator.
“Going for coffee,” he muttered as he brushed past Abby and Tony as they exited. He paused, eying them suspiciously. “Where have you two been?”
“My lab,” Abby replied. “What’s up, Bossman?”
“Both of you? For how long?”
Tony and Abby refrained from looking at one another as she answered, “most of the morning. Tony was helping me...” Gibbs didn’t wait to hear what they had been up to, instead he merely grunted and let the doors slide shut.
Abby turned to face her compatriot. “Tony, what did you do?”
He didn’t quite meet her gaze as he replied, “I knocked over Gibbs’ coffee.”
She punched his arm. “His coffee? What were you thinking?”
“It was an accident, Abs.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the alibi.”
Abby pouted. “I knew I should’ve held out for a whole month!”
“We got a case, Boss?” Tony asked, since Gibbs had been waiting for the elevator.
“Going for coffee,” he muttered as he brushed past Abby and Tony as they exited. He paused, eying them suspiciously. “Where have you two been?”
“My lab,” Abby replied. “What’s up, Bossman?”
“Both of you? For how long?”
Tony and Abby refrained from looking at one another as she answered, “most of the morning. Tony was helping me...” Gibbs didn’t wait to hear what they had been up to, instead he merely grunted and let the doors slide shut.
Abby turned to face her compatriot. “Tony, what did you do?”
He didn’t quite meet her gaze as he replied, “I knocked over Gibbs’ coffee.”
She punched his arm. “His coffee? What were you thinking?”
“It was an accident, Abs.” He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the alibi.”
Abby pouted. “I knew I should’ve held out for a whole month!”