Maple Street (1/1)
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stormylullabyeTitle: Maple Street
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Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva, McGee
Word Count: 665
Rating: PG
Summary: When Ziva drives and McGee is a passenger, this ensues. Short little fluff.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. McGee opened his eyes a fraction of an inch and peeked out at the road in front of him. His hand was going to be sore later if he didn't let up his death-grip on the handle above the door, but he didn't dare let go of his one source of comfort. As soon as he saw that they were still riding on the wrong side of the road, he slammed his eyes closed again. Oh, God. I'm going to die. Please, I'm too young to die.
"McGee, can you please tell me what road I am supposed to be turning on?" Ziva asked from the driver's seat. When he didn't answer her after a few seconds, Ziva looked over at her riding companion, who looked like he would be ill any second. "McGee, are you alright?" She reached over and put her hand on his face to check if he had a fever.
As soon as he felt Ziva's hand touch his face, McGee's eyes flew open. "OH GOD! Ziva, put your hand on the wheel!" He looked to his left at where she sat, and met with the concerned eyes of his driver. "EYES ON THE ROAD! And no, I am not alright, I'm going to be killed by your driving. Why did I let you drive, again?"
"You did not have a choice, McGee. We are late, and you are, according to Tony, a very safe driver." Ziva countered.
"Tony called me a safe driver? Wow, that was nice of him." The terrified look left McGee's face for a second to smile at the thought of the compliment Tony had paid him.
"I believe the term he used was McSafety, and I do not think it was meant to be complimentary." Ziva looked amusedly to the seat next to her, where McGee was scowling at thin air.
McGee's scowl was interrupted by panic as he noticed that, once again, Ziva was looking at him, and now there was a car coming straight at them. "Ziva!" The woman in the driver's seat calmly looked forward to the road, and then swerved back into the correct lane, coming dangerously close to taking off the front bumper of the car next to them. "Maple. You're supposed to turn on Maple Street. It shouldn't be too far ahead now."
"Thank you, McGee."
McGee was trying to figure out where they were and exactly which street Maple was, but couldn't read the signs that were flying past them. He glanced over to the speedometer, which read 60. "Ziva, you're doing 60 in a 35!" he yelled. "You're going to miss the road."
"I am not going to miss the road," she answered calmly.
"There's no way you'll be able to see the sign for anything going as fast as you are!" McGee was cut off from any further arguments and the car slowed fractionally and then turned frighteningly fast onto a residential side-street. With astonishment, he realized that they were now on Maple Street.
"I told you that I would not miss the road, McGee. Stop looking so surprised." Ziva said.
"Is it really necessary that you go that fast?" McGee questioned, looking very much relieved that he had survived the ride to the scene.
"Of course it is, McGee." Ziva answered calmly as she pulled to a stop in front of number 1509, right behind the autopsy van.
"But why?" McGee whined.
"Because I get places faster that way," she replied simply.
Author:
stormylullabye Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva, McGee
Word Count: 665
Rating: PG
Summary: When Ziva drives and McGee is a passenger, this ensues. Short little fluff.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. McGee opened his eyes a fraction of an inch and peeked out at the road in front of him. His hand was going to be sore later if he didn't let up his death-grip on the handle above the door, but he didn't dare let go of his one source of comfort. As soon as he saw that they were still riding on the wrong side of the road, he slammed his eyes closed again. Oh, God. I'm going to die. Please, I'm too young to die.
"McGee, can you please tell me what road I am supposed to be turning on?" Ziva asked from the driver's seat. When he didn't answer her after a few seconds, Ziva looked over at her riding companion, who looked like he would be ill any second. "McGee, are you alright?" She reached over and put her hand on his face to check if he had a fever.
As soon as he felt Ziva's hand touch his face, McGee's eyes flew open. "OH GOD! Ziva, put your hand on the wheel!" He looked to his left at where she sat, and met with the concerned eyes of his driver. "EYES ON THE ROAD! And no, I am not alright, I'm going to be killed by your driving. Why did I let you drive, again?"
"You did not have a choice, McGee. We are late, and you are, according to Tony, a very safe driver." Ziva countered.
"Tony called me a safe driver? Wow, that was nice of him." The terrified look left McGee's face for a second to smile at the thought of the compliment Tony had paid him.
"I believe the term he used was McSafety, and I do not think it was meant to be complimentary." Ziva looked amusedly to the seat next to her, where McGee was scowling at thin air.
McGee's scowl was interrupted by panic as he noticed that, once again, Ziva was looking at him, and now there was a car coming straight at them. "Ziva!" The woman in the driver's seat calmly looked forward to the road, and then swerved back into the correct lane, coming dangerously close to taking off the front bumper of the car next to them. "Maple. You're supposed to turn on Maple Street. It shouldn't be too far ahead now."
"Thank you, McGee."
McGee was trying to figure out where they were and exactly which street Maple was, but couldn't read the signs that were flying past them. He glanced over to the speedometer, which read 60. "Ziva, you're doing 60 in a 35!" he yelled. "You're going to miss the road."
"I am not going to miss the road," she answered calmly.
"There's no way you'll be able to see the sign for anything going as fast as you are!" McGee was cut off from any further arguments and the car slowed fractionally and then turned frighteningly fast onto a residential side-street. With astonishment, he realized that they were now on Maple Street.
"I told you that I would not miss the road, McGee. Stop looking so surprised." Ziva said.
"Is it really necessary that you go that fast?" McGee questioned, looking very much relieved that he had survived the ride to the scene.
"Of course it is, McGee." Ziva answered calmly as she pulled to a stop in front of number 1509, right behind the autopsy van.
"But why?" McGee whined.
"Because I get places faster that way," she replied simply.
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Date: 2010-08-18 03:42 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2010-08-18 05:41 am (UTC)Poor McGee... XD