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[Kate sighs again - a heavy, plaintive, defeated sound. She should've gone home earlier. Except then she could've been stuck in here with Gibbs, and that'd be about as much fun as slamming her fingers in a car door. No thanks.

She watches Tony pressing the button like it's actually going to do something and rolls her eyes. Well, that answers the question of which one of them's going to panic...]

Would you stop? You're gonna break it. [A pause.] Well, more than it already is. [She calmly points to the rectangular panel below the bank of buttons.] The phone, Tony?

[Hey, he was totally better company to be stuck in an elevator with than Gibbs, okay?

Okay, usually.

Right now, he was really tempted to take a nap on the floor if this didn't get fixed soon.]

It's already broken, Kate. You can't break something more.

[Maybe. Probably. Except that Gibbs would've been, well... Gibbs, and they probably would've been out already. So, maybe not.]

Of course you can. You can break the buttons instead of just whatever's already-- [She stops, blinks, and makes a face.] Why am I explaining this to you?

[She reaches past him to open the panel for the phone and grabs the receiver and...

Nothing.]

You have got to be kidding me-- See? You broke it!

[Well, true.

Now he kind of wished Gibbs was here... except not really. Well, maybe.]

What do you mean? [Hey, hey, he did not break the phone!

Just to prove it, he grabs for the receiver to listen himself.]

I didn't do this!

Who else would have done it, Tony? Just-- okay. I'll just use my cell. [She fishes it out of her bag and spends a few moments pressing buttons before she gives up and scowls down at the screen.] No service, of course. Check yours.

[If not stuck in the elevator with them, at least in the bullpen to wonder where the hell they are. Because at this rate, they could be stuck in here all nigh--

Wait... Stuck in an elevator with DiNozzo. All night. Oh yeah, that wouldn't be awkward at all, nope. ...Oh wait.]

What, seriously? [Oh, no. That was not good.

He had plans.

Even if those plans might have just been going home and sleeping, they were still plans.

Plans that didn't include being stuck in an elevator all night.

He checked his phone and yeah, no surprise there. No bars.]

No luck. Well -- we might be stuck here awhile, Kate. [How are they going to pass the time?

DiNozzo is going to get bored real fast, Kate.]

[And a bored DiNozzo is a dangerous thing. But don't mind Kate, Tony, she's just going to be over here, head-walling for a moment or five. Because yeah. She has plans, too. A bubble bath and a glass of wine and good book. None of which involve being stuck all night in an elevator with the most infuriating (in an annoyingly endearing way, damn him) man on the planet. Just--

Yep. Head-walling.]

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening! [And cue frustrated growling in 3... 2...]

Oh, c'mon, Kate. It's not that bad.

[He could be entertaining her with movie trivia by now or something, but see? He was being good. So far.

It's possible he's just not bored enough yet though.

Although he does want out of here. Sleeping in an elevator with Kate is so not on his list of things he wanted to do tonight...]

Yes, it is! 'Stuck in an elevator all night' is definitely not on the list of places I ever wanted to be trapped with you.

[Which... makes it sound like she actually has a list of places she does want to be trapped with him. Idiot, thy name is Kate. And she will be taking that movie trivia any time now. Really.]

Why? What do you think's going to happen, Kate?

[besides movie references and trivia. Wait until he gets bored enough, Kate, and he'll be really talking.]

And wait a minute, are there places you'd want to be stuck with me?

I don't-- [She blinks. Face, meet palm. Good job, Todd.]

No... Why would there be places I want to be stuck with you? Don't be ridiculous, Tony. [Busted. Soooo busted.]

Because, Kate, the way you said it made me think you've got a list. [D'uh. And he so isn't letting this go.]

I'd be very interested in hearing it.

That is completely, utterly absu-- [His 'not letting this go' face is really, really annoying. And hot. Damn him.]

Okay. Hypothetically speaking... if I did have a list, which I don't -- it might include somewhere at least marginally entertaining. And comfortable. [Oh look, she's left it open for him to guess... this'll go well.]

So a place that's comfortable and entertaining, huh?

[You just left him with so many, many options, Kate.] My bed's pretty comfortable... just saying.

[Have an 'I'm-going-to-smile-and-try-to-save-face' Look, Tony. ...Mostly because she's mentally kicking herself for leaving it wide open and walking right into that one.] I said comfortable and entertaining, Tony. I doubt there's anything in your bed that meets the second criterion.

[Just keep digging that hole, Kate.]

Hey. [Kate, you didn't just say that.] I'll have you know there is plenty that's entertaining in my bed. I'm an entertaining guy, Kate.

Maybe if you were a little more fun, you'd know.

[Oh, she did. Totally not a defense mechanism or anything, nooope. Ahem.]

You've tried to 'entertain' half the women in spitting distance, I don't think I really want to know what's in your bed. [Annnnd speaking of defensive...] And I am too, fun.

Oh. [You're not discouraging his interest at allll, Kate. Nope.]

How fun are we talking, Kate? Inquiring minds want to know.

[Hey, can't blame a girl for trying, right?]

The kind of fun we are never having, DiNozzo. Two words: Rule Twelve.

[Not that this is helping at all. Someday she'll learn not to put these thoughts in his head. ...Maybe.]

[Ugh, rule twelve.

He knows it's a smart rule, but his expression still drops some. Cockblocked by Gibbs' rules wasn't fair sometimes.]

So if there wasn't a rule like that, there might be a chance?

[Hey, he can't help it! He's curious.]

[There was also that Spring Break in Florida, but she's not mentioning that. It might be the only smart decision she's made since they got stuck.

Gibbs' rule sucks, but it's a convenient excuse to avoid what she's certain would make a huge mess and adversely affect their ability to work together.]

Nnnnno. [Flustered pause. Sigh.] Maybe. I don't know. [She stares momentarily at the buttons, then slides down the wall to sit on the floor, legs curled under her.] But there is a rule. Besides, who'd want to mess up a perfectly effective working relationship for that, right?

[You know, besides her. Sometimes.]

[Good idea, Kate. He's just going to slide down and join her on the floor since apparently, they might be spending the night together.

And not in the fun way.

Also, the teasing's taken a turn he hadn't actually meant it to. A little too serious for his taste actually...]

Yeah... guess you're right.

[And him, sometimes. But there's a rule against it and Gibbs had an uncanny ability of just knowing. It could cause a lot of problems...]

[She has those occasionally, comments about having places she'd want to be stuck with him notwithstanding.

Kate resists the urge to shift away from him as he slides down next to her. Teasing and tension, sexual and otherwise... it's going to be a Long Night. And not the fun kind.]

...Yeah. And it's not like we'd be compatible anyway. I mean, we have types... right?

[It's not clear whether she's trying to convince him or herself. She's not sure it matters as long as one of them is convinced it would be the biggest mistake either of them made. And probably the last -- because Gibbs's spidey sense is just creepy levels of accurate.]

Oh, definitely.

[And she wasn't his type. She wasn't the safe choice that he could shrug off when he was tired of her. She was too close to him, too stubborn to boot.

Plus, she's right. There's no reason to ruin a good working relationship, even if he kind of wants to despite every rational side of him telling him not to. Gibbs would kill him.

He shakes his head and smiles.]

Like, I prefer girls who are actually fun.

[Gibbs would kill both of them -- then bring them back and do it again. Because no, shrugging her off when he gets tired of her would not be an option. But that's totally not a concern since it's never happening; she's fairly sure she has him pegged and he's exactly the opposite of her type. Which is good. Really. Easier to stay on the right side of Rule Twelve that way.

It's her story and she's sticking to it. She offers a faint smile.]

I'm fun; I just prefer men, not boys. We've established this.

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earnedherjockstrap - 2013-10-20 19:31 (UTC) - Expand

Going up?

Hey, hey~ Ummm... any specific canon point in mind?

Hmm, not really! I just finished rewatching S1, so we could start there? Unless you prefer otherwise

She's snarkier in S1, so that works, I think. And sorry, work's been horrendous this week. :|

No worries! Been really busy myself lately. :(

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So sorry for the late tag! Been so busy lately, haha.

No worries, me too. <3

<3!

Ugh, sorry. Thought I hit this and realized I didn't. /fails at life

No worries!

Sorry! Was busy, and am now out of town, so will be slow.

Don't worry about it at all! :D

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Ugh, sorry for the late. Have been busy.

no worries!

<3

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