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xfirefly9x) wrote2013-05-03 04:34 am
xfirefly9x) wrote2013-05-03 04:34 am
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Fic: On the Line (Tony/Kate)
Title: On The Line
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tony/Kate
Prompt: #013 Heart
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG
Summary: Tony has a request.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50scenes.
“Tony,” Kate said, finally looking up from her desk to fix cool eyes on her partner.
“Kate,” he said back.
“What do you want?”
Her response came in the form of a casual shrug along with that annoying smirk…
“What makes you think I want something, Kate?” Tony asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know, Tony,” she began. “Maybe the fact that you’ve been standing there for almost ten minutes! That could be it.”
Silence.
“If you’re not going to tell me what you want, go away. Please, Tony! I have a lot of work to do.” She pointed at the stack of paper that had accumulated on her desk over the past week to prove her point.
More silence.
“Tony!” she warned, glaring at him.
He put his hands in the air in front of him, palms up. “Okay, okay! I’ll talk!” He glanced around them quickly.
“Paranoid much?”
“Ha, ha. Just let me say this before I lose my nerve.”
Kate raised an eyebrow and turned her full attention to Tony. She waved him on. “Continue then.”
“Kate,” he began. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner with me sometime. There’s a nice restaurant down the road from my place that has this pasta dish with chunks of chicken…”
Scoffing, Kate shook her head and reached for the next page of the report she was required to finish. She didn’t see the hurt in Tony’s eyes, nor the way his shoulders slumped.
“I’m not joking, Kate. I want to go to dinner with you. You see, I really like you. I’ve tried not to, but I can’t help it…”
Kate frowned and glanced up. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious, cross my heart. Were my grandmother dead, I’d swear on her grave.” He crossed the shirt over his heart with two sweeping strokes of his index finger. “C’mon, Kate. I’m putting my heart on the line. Say ‘yes’.”
She studied him for a moment longer and then cautiously nodded. “Sure. Okay, Tony. I’ll go with you for dinner. But if this is a joke…”
“It’s not a joke. I’m completely serious.”
“Well, in that case,” she smiled at him and started yet again on her paperwork, “I can’t wait.”
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tony/Kate
Prompt: #013 Heart
Word Count: 375
Rating: PG
Summary: Tony has a request.
Notes: Written for
50scenes.“Tony,” Kate said, finally looking up from her desk to fix cool eyes on her partner.
“Kate,” he said back.
“What do you want?”
Her response came in the form of a casual shrug along with that annoying smirk…
“What makes you think I want something, Kate?” Tony asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know, Tony,” she began. “Maybe the fact that you’ve been standing there for almost ten minutes! That could be it.”
Silence.
“If you’re not going to tell me what you want, go away. Please, Tony! I have a lot of work to do.” She pointed at the stack of paper that had accumulated on her desk over the past week to prove her point.
More silence.
“Tony!” she warned, glaring at him.
He put his hands in the air in front of him, palms up. “Okay, okay! I’ll talk!” He glanced around them quickly.
“Paranoid much?”
“Ha, ha. Just let me say this before I lose my nerve.”
Kate raised an eyebrow and turned her full attention to Tony. She waved him on. “Continue then.”
“Kate,” he began. “I was wondering if you’d like to go out to dinner with me sometime. There’s a nice restaurant down the road from my place that has this pasta dish with chunks of chicken…”
Scoffing, Kate shook her head and reached for the next page of the report she was required to finish. She didn’t see the hurt in Tony’s eyes, nor the way his shoulders slumped.
“I’m not joking, Kate. I want to go to dinner with you. You see, I really like you. I’ve tried not to, but I can’t help it…”
Kate frowned and glanced up. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious, cross my heart. Were my grandmother dead, I’d swear on her grave.” He crossed the shirt over his heart with two sweeping strokes of his index finger. “C’mon, Kate. I’m putting my heart on the line. Say ‘yes’.”
She studied him for a moment longer and then cautiously nodded. “Sure. Okay, Tony. I’ll go with you for dinner. But if this is a joke…”
“It’s not a joke. I’m completely serious.”
“Well, in that case,” she smiled at him and started yet again on her paperwork, “I can’t wait.”