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Pigs
by pari
"Men," Kate began when she arrived, "are pigs."
Gibbs didn't look up from his report.
"What's DiNozzo done now?"
Tony, seated at his desk, raised his hands. "She just got here!"
Gibbs grinned.
Kate, glaring, slapped a note down on Tony's desk.
"Marcie, in filing, gave me this to give to you."
Tony read the note. It read: "Sorry you had to work Saturday. Some other time? Call me." Tony winced.
"Tony, you were off Saturday."
"Well, I-"
Kate held up a hand. "I don't want to hear it. But the next time you try and hedge your bets with a lie, it better not be to someone I know." Kate stormed away.
Gibbs cornered Tony later.
"So we're calling it work now, are we?"
Tony turned from the break room fridge and grinned.
"Depends. You gonna pay me overtime?"
Gibbs gave Tony a serious look, surprising him by stepping closer into his personal space than he usually did at work. Close enough to make Tony think of all the "overtime" they'd gotten up to last Saturday. Tony's grin faltered.
"Next time someone asks you out, DiNozzo, and you're with me...just say no."
Tony swallowed.
"Sure thing, Boss."
Gibbs smiled.
[ end. ]