A Lion’s Roar

When a sheaf of paper hit his desk, he looked up to see Gibbs standing in front of him, looking smug. “Is that your report?”

“Nope. It’s your transfer packet. Already filled out and approved by your Captain,” Gibbs informed him. He started rocking back and forth on his feet and Tony could feel how smug he was. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“I’m not going to thank you,” Tony informed him with a low growl. He eyed the sheaf before he pushed it into his trash can. “I need your report. You have an hour to get it together before I’m checking out for the night. I suggest you find a desk and start typing.”

“Got you for that,” Gibbs said. He waved at the transfer packet. “Signed, sealed, and delivered.”

The look Tony gave him was very flat. “Given that I didn’t agree to that, I don’t see how you did.”

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Terms of… Endearment?

“My darling, my dearest, my most lovely partner who I worship every chance I get!”

Steve stared at the phone in his hand for a moment before he put it back to his ear. “You’re surrounded by your coworkers, aren’t you Tony?”

“You betcha, darling. I can’t wait to see you again. You’ll be here next Saturday?”

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The Holiday Season

One of the things that Beryl liked least about being the boss was having to call meetings to pass on the directives from on high. But she was the one running the Housekeeping and Supply departments, so she had to call them when she had directives to pass on. For good or for bad. Thankfully, this was one that she was happy to cooperate with.

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Gathering the Troops

“Well that’s something,” Harry said as he stared at Terrance. “The teachers are prepared to finally stand up?”

“Lad, the only reason Minerva hasn’t killed all the Death Eaters besides Snape currently in the castle is she can’t be certain worse ones won’t show up,” Terrance admitted. “And she knows, for painful fact, that there are worse ones than Snape and the Carrows.”

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