𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ━━ 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐨

SEVENTEEN | bra strap

I flinch at the sound of Tony clipping his nails. "Can't you do that at your own place or something?"

"And deny you the pleasure of watching?" He chimes tauntingly.

While Tony and I glare at each other, McGee and Kate talk in hushed whispers.

"They always like this?"

"It's never been this bad."

To make his presence known, Gibbs tosses his empty cup into Tony's bin, startling the agent.

"Get the truck." He rounds his desk.

"Where we going, boss?" Tony calls out.

Gibbs taps his fingers against the keys. "Smoky Corners, West Virginia." He jots down a few things. "Marine helo was found abandoned. Crew's missing."

"Any leads?" Kate questions as she grabs her bag from the bottom drawer.

"You tell me." And he's already on his way out. "It's sitting into the middle of a crop circle.

"Abby's gonna drive us crazy."

As soon as we arrive at the crime scene, we're greeted by a group of Marines already contaminating the scene.

Gibbs' words, not mine.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs shouts for him, the rest of us following behind. "Shoot. Eva, sketch. Kate, the cockpit. Trace evidence, bag and tag. McGee, the field. Lay out a grid."

We trudge through the tall stalks towards the helicopter. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the boat."

Gibbs calls McGee over for something else, leaving the three of us alone to do our jobs.

"I should have been an aviator." Tony drops the camera, letting rest against his abdomen. "These things are chick magnets." He comes to stand beside me.

I close up my notebook once I finish up. "Nothing's gonna help you in the female department." My right shoulder continues to ache as my bra strap digs into it.

"Chip on your shoulder?"

Leave it to Tony to make awful jokes.

"Kate, you think Gibbs'll notice if I run back to the truck for a hot second?" Due to the bright sun, I have to squint my eyes.

"I think he will since he's standing directly next to it."

My gaze shifts to the NCIS truck. . .and Gibbs.

Kate finishes up bagging and tagging everything inside of the helicopter before walking back to the truck.

I can feel my skin getting more and more irritated by the second because of the stupid strap. Tony watches me in a cocky way, as if he knows what's going on.

To make matters worse, the underwire presses against my rib cage tightly.

"This is all your fault." I breathe through the aches of pain and irritation, wanting nothing more than to beat up Tony.

"And why would it be my fault, Eva?" He mimics my tone. "It wouldn't have anything to do with what we did last night, now, would it?"

I quickly turn around, facing the helicopter as I adjust my bra. "You're the one who suggested we do it in a public place."

"You didn't seem to be complaining," Tony's breath is hot against the back of my neck, "last night."

We're the last ones to reach the truck just as McGee and Kate finish packing away the rest of the bags of evidence.