Bring It On Home To Me (LV, Miami, NCIS, NY RP)

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"Whatever you want Flack, it's not up to me. Just something that doesn't have to do with work this time, like, having me wear a black tie dress all day or something. Something stupid." she said with a roll of her eyes.
 
"Then why the hell do I have to wear a tiara to work if it's not supposed to be work related?" Flack then asked with a raise of his brow. "That's not fair."
 
"It's not work related, you just have to wear it to work." she told him. "I mean, no paperwork or on call switches, if you know what I mean." she told him. "So, what do you want?"
 
Lindsay laughed at Danny when they reached breakroom, "Wow"
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Catherine smirked at Nick, "Oh don't tell me your playing the innocent card on me, are you?"
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Gibbs walked over to the window, "The husband was having an affair, the woman came home, and saw, and plus, the childs not hers, thats written in the report, You'd known that if you had actually read it DiNozzo" and hit him on the back of the head with the file.
 
"Victory!" Danny chuckled, going over to make a fresh pot of coffee.
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Flack pouted for a moment. "Fine, if I win, make me dinner," he smirked. "Don't think I've tasted your cooking yet anyways."
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DiNozzo flinched a bit before looking up to Gibbs again. "Can't blame a guy for trying," he shot back.
 
Stella was actually quite surprised by his offer. "Alright, if I win, you wear a tiara all day, if you win, I will make you the best dinner you ever tasted." she said as she held out her hand for him to shake it.
 
"You bet." Stella said with a wink. "And don't think I won't find out if you bet behind my back, because I will find out." she told him.
 
"I know, I know.. Ya have eyes an' ears on the back of yer skull and everywhere around the building," Flack commented with a laugh.
 
Stella laughed along with him. "Something like that." she told him as she took her hand back. "Alright, I guess the rest is up to you Flackey boy." she said as she tapped his cheek a bit in jest.
 
Flack soon realized something. "I guess this doesn't mean I can bet on the hockey game now can I?" he said, pouting a bit. "Damn."
 
Stella smiled and shook her head. "Not one single bet, not ONE." she warned him. "Not even a bet in a game of cards in the breakroom.
 
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