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donutsweeper) wrote2008-07-15 01:06 pm
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Decisions to Make
Title: Decisions to Make
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, set pre-series, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Tony muses about his place at NCIS.
Author's Note: Written for
karababe_64's prompt- Tony, Abby, shoelaces.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, set pre-series, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Tony muses about his place at NCIS.
Author's Note: Written for
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Tony’s mind whirled as he sat in the lab waiting for the test results. He’d been with NCIS for a grand total of three weeks and still hadn’t found his footing. Gibbs seemed to vacillate from barely putting up with him to down right despising him. The other agents basically ignored him, while the medical examiner was testing his patience by telling him pointless, rambling stories that never seemed to end.
And then there was Abby.
He looked at her, pigtails flapping as she bopped to the music. She’d been cold and distant to him ever since he arrived. She was nice enough to everyone else, and even Gibbs, but no matter what he did or how he acted Tony hadn’t managed to even get a smile out of her. He was beginning to miss Baltimore. Sure, the welcome mat had been pulled up and all but shredded right in front of him, but at least he’d known what to expect there. Here, not so much.
He sighed. “Abby, will you call me when you’re done running the tests? Gibbs’ll kill me if my report’s not done right this time.”
“Sure, Tony.” She dismissed him with a handwave. “Not a problem.”
Tony hopped down off the stool, took a step, and fell flat on his face. He lay there, mortified by his clumsiness for a moment before he realized the reason he’d toppled over.
His shoelaces had been tied together.
Damnit. Of all the stupid, juvenile, ridiculous hazings he’d endured in his life this had to take the cake. Shoelaces? What’s next, sticking his hand in warm water if he fell asleep?
Then he heard it, Abby’s laughter. It had such a magical, lyrical quality he couldn’t help but join in.
Maybe NCIS wasn’t such a bad place after all.
And then there was Abby.
He looked at her, pigtails flapping as she bopped to the music. She’d been cold and distant to him ever since he arrived. She was nice enough to everyone else, and even Gibbs, but no matter what he did or how he acted Tony hadn’t managed to even get a smile out of her. He was beginning to miss Baltimore. Sure, the welcome mat had been pulled up and all but shredded right in front of him, but at least he’d known what to expect there. Here, not so much.
He sighed. “Abby, will you call me when you’re done running the tests? Gibbs’ll kill me if my report’s not done right this time.”
“Sure, Tony.” She dismissed him with a handwave. “Not a problem.”
Tony hopped down off the stool, took a step, and fell flat on his face. He lay there, mortified by his clumsiness for a moment before he realized the reason he’d toppled over.
His shoelaces had been tied together.
Damnit. Of all the stupid, juvenile, ridiculous hazings he’d endured in his life this had to take the cake. Shoelaces? What’s next, sticking his hand in warm water if he fell asleep?
Then he heard it, Abby’s laughter. It had such a magical, lyrical quality he couldn’t help but join in.
Maybe NCIS wasn’t such a bad place after all.
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Buckets of steam and 'hurdling seeds'
Someone actually tried to send me for Hurdling seeds when I was new so I waltzed over and made it perfectly clear to the headlad that I knew it was a wind up and he sent me back with a packet of crisps :D
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Liked how Tony was happy that he finally got Abby to laugh, even if it was at his expense. That's so Tony, always trying to make others happy :)
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Very well done!
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