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.”
