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crack_van2011-10-23 08:39 pm
sinfulslasher) wrote in crack_van2011-10-23 08:39 pm
Sunday Dinners by mrwubbles (PG-13)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: None. Gen team fic.
Length: long
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mrwubbles
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read: When I prepped for my month driving the Crack Van, I told myself to only rec one story per author.mrwubbles is one of the authors I could have easily recced a few times, so it was difficult for me to decide which story to pick. I've finally decided on this one, because it's a brilliantly written team fic and it features food, which is a favorite of mine. *g* Seriously though, this story gives us a wonderful look at the team we love, how they interact, how they care for each other. Every single character is perfectly in character, each situation is brilliantly written with the "food" theme perfectly interwoven. I really can't praise this story enough!
Excerpt:
Tony snorted before he tugged open the bags and circulated its contents. "With what little money you guys gave me, be glad I didn't just get you bread and water."
To Ziva's surprise though, Tony had gotten her and McGee grilled chicken wraps and side salads. The sandwiches were wrapped in unblemished wax paper; the salad was crisp, green confetti in a clear clamshell box.
She was no longer impressed, however, when Gibbs received a pulled pork burrito smothered in a spicy smelling sauce and Tony happily attacked a bacon Swiss double burger.
"Wish we could have gotten the surveillance van, Boss," Tony said, his cheeks puffed out like Taya's childhood hamsters when he took another bite. He showed Ziva the half-eaten burger dripping with ketchup, oozing cheese, and escaping shredded lettuce. "Want?"
"No, thank you." Ziva made a face. She took a more restrained bite of her wrap. She savored the chicken dressed with the sweet tangy vinaigrette Tony had chosen for her. She was thankful Tony did not ruin her lunch by slathering it in ketchup or hot sauce. "I must agree, Gibbs. A van would have been more—" She jabbed Tony with another elbow when Tony wiggled too close in order to distribute the water bottles.
"Watch it!" Tony yelped.
"Tony!" McGee complained when Tony inadvertently kicked the back of his seat with his knee.
"Hey!" Gibbs barked and Tony slumped back in his seat.
"Comfortable," she finished darkly.
Sunday Dinners
Pairing: None. Gen team fic.
Length: long
Author on LJ:
mrwubblesAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read: When I prepped for my month driving the Crack Van, I told myself to only rec one story per author.
mrwubbles is one of the authors I could have easily recced a few times, so it was difficult for me to decide which story to pick. I've finally decided on this one, because it's a brilliantly written team fic and it features food, which is a favorite of mine. *g* Seriously though, this story gives us a wonderful look at the team we love, how they interact, how they care for each other. Every single character is perfectly in character, each situation is brilliantly written with the "food" theme perfectly interwoven. I really can't praise this story enough!Excerpt:
Tony snorted before he tugged open the bags and circulated its contents. "With what little money you guys gave me, be glad I didn't just get you bread and water."
To Ziva's surprise though, Tony had gotten her and McGee grilled chicken wraps and side salads. The sandwiches were wrapped in unblemished wax paper; the salad was crisp, green confetti in a clear clamshell box.
She was no longer impressed, however, when Gibbs received a pulled pork burrito smothered in a spicy smelling sauce and Tony happily attacked a bacon Swiss double burger.
"Wish we could have gotten the surveillance van, Boss," Tony said, his cheeks puffed out like Taya's childhood hamsters when he took another bite. He showed Ziva the half-eaten burger dripping with ketchup, oozing cheese, and escaping shredded lettuce. "Want?"
"No, thank you." Ziva made a face. She took a more restrained bite of her wrap. She savored the chicken dressed with the sweet tangy vinaigrette Tony had chosen for her. She was thankful Tony did not ruin her lunch by slathering it in ketchup or hot sauce. "I must agree, Gibbs. A van would have been more—" She jabbed Tony with another elbow when Tony wiggled too close in order to distribute the water bottles.
"Watch it!" Tony yelped.
"Tony!" McGee complained when Tony inadvertently kicked the back of his seat with his knee.
"Hey!" Gibbs barked and Tony slumped back in his seat.
"Comfortable," she finished darkly.
Sunday Dinners