Trooper Station: Tuesday

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"Yeah. Gibbs."

Yep. Gibbs was manning the phones today.

"A towel, huh?"

At least nothing majorly weird was happening today.

"Naked. Right."

Just the usual strange stuff.

"Sounds to me like one of the kids from the school is having another naked mutiny. I'd complain to one of their administrators. Have a nice day."

Unfortunately for Ralph this meant he's pretty much stuck in the office today.

"No, you're not going on patrol to look for naked men!"

No matter what Ralph might want to do today.

[Inspired by one_who_goes. Open post is open.]

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It was a growling Angua at her desk telling herself that she wasn't going to on patrol looking for naked men, either, because she knew better than that and she knew that naked men hunting would just turn out bloody and require a lot of explaining to both murder investigators and her sort-of boyfriend.

"Naked mutinies," she muttered, and then her tone went all together too cheerful when she added, "Just another wonderful Fandom Island day!"

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"That a complaint, Angua?" Gibbs asked as he hung up the phone.

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"Only one that I haven't heard of it sooner," Angua muttered. "I could be a card carrying member..."

See, that was another reason she hated This Time of the Month. Filters seemed infuriatingly optional.

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"So you'd rather be doing something else?" he asked quietly as he started shuffling through the piles of paperwork.

And if his tone sounded a bit... prickly well that would be Gibbs being Gibbs.

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Angua would just pass over any implications there. Because there was a good chance she was just considering the implications because nothing had been implicated there for quite some time and she was in no need to be reminded of her current lack of implications.

"Can't patrol today," she muttered, for it was muttering day. "Too much paperwork."

The glare in Ralph's direction could practically pierce through the wall.

"I think he's figured out to put it on my desk after hours, the rat."

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"Well it beats being shot at," Gibbs commented. "Which will probably happen soon enough."

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Angua stared over at Gibbs' desk like he'd grown a second head, and that second head looked like Nobby Nobbs.

"...it does?" she asked, in a way that suggested that getting shot at would be preferable to a lot of things right now. Especially if that shot went nicely through main arteries or brain sections.

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Gibbs looked up from his paperwork with a bit of a scowl on his face. "You ever been shot?" he asked calmly.

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"Shot at?" asked Angua. "Yes. Actually shot? I usually avoid that part if I can, really."

Of course, these were arrows and the occasional sling-shotted rocks and little balls of flaming things she was thinking of here, but it was the same general concept.

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Gibbs let out a little grunt. "I highly recommend it," he replied as he tapped a packet of paperwork on his desk and put it in his out box. "Trust me... paperwork is less painful."

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Angua was quiet for just a moment, enough to actually think through her mood for a second, and then lift her eyebrow.

Thinking of someone else's pain for a while would be a nice distraction from the fact that her whole body was screaming out with the demand to be a giant hairy beast right now. One that wanted to find someone, preferably someone big and strong and worth her time, to track down and torture in horrible, visceral ways.

No, she'd definitely prefer being shot right now, no matter what he said.

"Where were you shot?"

He brought it up, so she considered that fair game to ask.

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Gibbs actually chuckled at at that. "Pick a spot. Chances are I got hit there."

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"Well," muttered Angua because even when she hated the world, she could never pass up certain opportunities, "that probably explain some things, then."

And, because she did hate the world right now and really hoped it was a yes, she asked, "Manly bits?"

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Gibbs prefaced his response with a glare.

"No."

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Angua sagged in disappointment. "You said pick a spot," she complained, looking thoroughly unimpressed and with a glint in her eye that might suggest certain thoughts going through her head that the narrative was too much of a lady to mention.

She really just shouldn't come into work on these days.

"Can't have been anything in the neck area, either. Jugular, throat. That sort of thing would be easier to tell..."

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Gibbs had actually seen that look before. On Ziva.

"You want me to list them out for you?" he asked sarcastically. "Trust me. Once is enough."

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"The calf," Angua tried just one more, to round out a certain trifecta of first-shot spots, and because Gibbs' answers were doing nothing for her bloodlust right now. That was probably a good thing, but it wasn't like she could see it that way at the moment. "That's at least got to be one."

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"Shoulder. Leg. Chest. Butt. Arm and about a year ago I almost got blown up," Gibbs said slapping down the papers. "Each one was definitely not so much fun."