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Feb. 28th, 2004 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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ncisdrabble100 challenge. Both Tony/Abby, non-spoilery.
Abby’s not a belligerent person, except when she’s been drinking.
So when they’re out for Kate’s birthday, and a slightly soused Tony makes a disparaging remark about McGee, she calls him on it, exerts considerable enthusiasm telling him exactly how he’s wrong.
“He’s a nice guy,” she finishes, sticking her finger in his chest for emphasis. “What the hell is your problem?”
She’s surprised when he catches her hand, holds it tightly in his. “He’s not me,” he says, right before he kisses her.
When he pulls back, she looks into his eyes and smiles. “That always was a problem.”
And I always thought that wanderlust was an English word, but according to Schott's Original Miscellany, how well does my Dad know me to give me a book of useless info as a Christmas present, it is indeed German, so we have
Tony’s never been the kind of person who stays in one place too long. He left his home town the second he graduated high school; four years at Ohio State was entirely too long.
Ever since then, he’s moved from job to job, from state to state, with two years about his average to stay anywhere. Any longer than that and he gets itchy feet.
Which is why he left Peoria. And Philadelphia. And Baltimore. Why, two years ago, he came to Washington.
That’s where he met Abby, and whatever his habits, she’s got him interested enough to stick around.
and now to bed. I think.
lasairfhiona and the ncisdrabble100 challenge. Both Tony/Abby, non-spoilery. Abby’s not a belligerent person, except when she’s been drinking.
So when they’re out for Kate’s birthday, and a slightly soused Tony makes a disparaging remark about McGee, she calls him on it, exerts considerable enthusiasm telling him exactly how he’s wrong.
“He’s a nice guy,” she finishes, sticking her finger in his chest for emphasis. “What the hell is your problem?”
She’s surprised when he catches her hand, holds it tightly in his. “He’s not me,” he says, right before he kisses her.
When he pulls back, she looks into his eyes and smiles. “That always was a problem.”
And I always thought that wanderlust was an English word, but according to Schott's Original Miscellany, how well does my Dad know me to give me a book of useless info as a Christmas present, it is indeed German, so we have
Tony’s never been the kind of person who stays in one place too long. He left his home town the second he graduated high school; four years at Ohio State was entirely too long.
Ever since then, he’s moved from job to job, from state to state, with two years about his average to stay anywhere. Any longer than that and he gets itchy feet.
Which is why he left Peoria. And Philadelphia. And Baltimore. Why, two years ago, he came to Washington.
That’s where he met Abby, and whatever his habits, she’s got him interested enough to stick around.
and now to bed. I think.
