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NCIS "dream man" (McGee, Tony, Ziva)

Title: "dream man"
Author: Dunderklumpen
Fandom: NCIS
prompt: For sad raine , who wished in this meme following: The one in which Tintin in the daily fight against Tony is the winner again.
Pairing: McGee, Tony, Ziva
Rating: PG
Word Count: 356 words.
Summary: See prompt.
Disclaimer: NCIS is the property of CBS.
A / N: Sorry that it a) as short and b.) so late. I hope you won your fun.
Beta: Ungebetat.

"dream man"

"And therefore," concluded Tony's Monologue, and Tim looked a smile, "you will never abkriegen a woman."

Tim stared back, his face grim and angry. "There are enough women out there that snap of me," he replied snapped.

"Yeah?" Said Tony looked amused and effect begging at the office, "I do not see any." He stood up from his desk and looked hard about the partitions to the right and left. "Far and wide to see no one. "

McGee stared back angrily, and his complexion changed color from white to red slow.

"Tony," he snorted. But before he came to read the riot act to his colleagues, he heard a cry of Ziva's desk.

"No," she cried, and banged around like mad on your keyboard. "No, no, no!"

Both men looked at her in astonishment.

"What's wrong?" Asked Tony unimpressed "Your computer has about given up the ghost?"

Ziva shot him an angry look. "I just wanted to save the report as the PC is frozen."

"Let me guess," her Tony broke in, "made no backup?"

"I got the last four hours sat on that damn report, "said Ziva annoyed," and now ", she pressed several times angry at one and the same key, but the only thing we heard was a high Plington, which repeated with every operation.

McGee got up and walked over to Ziva's desk. The Israeli woman was willing to place and the young agent could be at your computer down on the chair. With a rapidity that surprised every single time, he began typing. Ziva stared anxiously for the screen by one second to the other was black.

"McGee," she cried in horror, "what have you done?"

McGee turned quietly to her. "Reboot" he said.

"And that means?" She asked back.

"The fact that your report is out," Tony said drily.

"It means," McGee said, ignoring the half-Italian, "that ..." The start of the operating system rang loud and McGee tapped again, "you've been lucky," he finished his sentence and rolled off a piece, and that they had a better view of your screen. Black and white Ziva emblazoned against the long-lost text.

"You're a genius," she cried, and fell McGee's neck. This blush and did not know where to look it. "Every woman," continued Tony Ziva and threw it to an indefinable look "would be glad to have someone like you." So she bent down and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

McGee blushed to the ears and stood up.

"That was not so bad," he muttered as he zurücktrottete to his place, but not without Tony in his turn throwing a smug grin that acknowledged the half-Italian with a snort.