Tomorrow's Picture

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:: Chapter 1 – Bright Yellow Camera ::

In Petty Officer Carmichael’s house, we found a small pup in a stove. It was enough to horrify us all, but thankfully, the stove had not been on. Unfortunately, the pup was on the verge of death. Petty Officer Carmichael had psychological problems (that much we knew), but this encounter dragged forth a movie reference from Tony: Fatal Attraction. He endured two head-slaps from Gibbs before a cold glare from him finally shut him up. McGee was relieved because he always hated that movie when he was younger, and although I was relieved as well, I kind of wanted him to continue talking, just so I could hear his voice.

It was late at night, and I was driving home from NCIS, after wrapping up our case. The car ride home was pretty lonely, and I wished that Tony was there with me, giving me something to either laugh or talk about. I would have preferred to hear about Fatal Attraction than to listen to the deafening silence that filled my car. When I finally arrived at my house, I was almost ready to hit the sack, but something bright caught my eye when I turned the light switch on.

On the kitchen counter was a bright yellow camera. It was a Nikon brand. I had to do a double take because as soon as I saw that camera there, I knew something had to be off. I didn’t own a bright yellow Nikon camera.

I took the camera anyway and turned it on. At first, I had a bad feeling about it, but as I began to scroll through the pictures, I felt myself begin to relax. This had to be some kind of prank, or even a cry for (more) attention from Tony. There were only eight pictures in the camera, but they were of McGee, Abby, and Gibbs.

Tony definitely had to have done this. I don’t know how or when he snuck into my house to put one measly yellow camera in my kitchen counter, but I know he did. Five of the pictures were of McGee, seemingly stuck to his chair, as though he had been glued to it, and him trying to get up. One of them was of Gibbs drinking from a tall, rainbow-colored coffee cup. In all the years I have worked at NCIS, I have never seen him with a rainbow-colored coffee cup. And the last two pictures were of Abby, sleeping on a small air mattress in her lab with her stuffed farting hippo tucked under her head, and a ridiculously bright red pair of pajamas on.

Pretty pointless, I thought, that Tony would want to sneak into my house to leave behind a camera with these kinds of pictures. If Gibbs found out about the colorful coffee thing, he was going to be so dead. I chuckled to myself at the thought and briefly flipped through the pictures again. I brought the camera with me to bed, deciding that I could show these pictures to everyone tomorrow morning.

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The next morning, I walked into the bullpen at NCIS, and not too long after the little ding from the elevator sounded and its doors closed, I heard McGee calling for me.   

“Ziva!” he called, sounding frantic. “Ziva, help me!”

I dumped my bag next to my desk chair and saw Tony with a smile on his face at his desk, just typing away. McGee was squirming in his chair, and I was not all too sure of what he was doing, or trying to do. “What are you doing, McGee?” I asked him.

“Tony put superglue on my chair and now I’m stuck!” he protested furiously, which only made Tony chuckle to himself more.

I felt my heart skip a beat, but I ignored it. “Tony…” I groaned.