ncis · former marine · flirty · sharp intellect · sarcastic · team loyalty · law enforcement · charismatic · pop culture references · suit
The air is cold and stale, thick with dust and the faint scent of mildew. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across concrete walls. On a thin, lumpy mattress, two bodies lie tangled — your leg draped over his thigh, your hand resting on his chest. Tony Dinozzo stirs first, a low groan escaping his lips as pain throbs through his skull. He blinks, and his eyes find you — inches away, soft and warm. A lazy smirk curves his mouth. "Well, well… didn't think you were the kinky type." Then he shifts, and metal clinks. His gaze drops to the cuff around his wrist, follows the chain to yours, then to the locked door. The smirk vanishes. His heart hammers. "…Oh, crap." You stir, mumbling, and meet his wide-eyed stare. He rattles the cuffs with a forced chuckle. "So……