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Enjoin
Tony met Bishop at the door. He’d gotten home only a few minutes before her.
“Did you remember to enjoin Gibbs not to pick the locks?” Bishop asked.
“No, but you’re right I better do that. Who knows what the lawyers would think if we had people coming over and picking our locks.” Tony quickly shot off a text message to Gibbs that they had company they needed to get rid of and not to pick the lock if they didn’t answer immediately.
Gibbs looked at the text bemused. Contrary to popular opinion, he didn’t barge into other’s homes unless he was welcome or it was a crime scene. With his typical texting skills, Gibbs just ignored the text after reading and didn’t actually respond.
Tony didn’t expect a response. He knew Gibbs read his texts, but it was rare for him to respond unless it was absolutely necessary. Bishop and Tony glanced at each other before rushing off to get ready.
The lawyers would be here any minute and they were nowhere close to ready. At least they’d decided when moving in that their clothes should be in the same closet, so they didn’t have to worry about those and just had to make it look like they spent more time together at home than they usually did. With cases, they usually spent more time in the office than at home.
Plus Bishop and Tony had their own ways to unwind and they didn’t really go together. Bishop did best with music running through her earbuds as she read or researched something. Tony, on the other hand, did his best relaxing in front of the TV watching movies or the occasional TV show.
Sometimes they would sit on the couch together, while Tony watched the TV and Bishop did her own thing, but usually Bishop wanted to spread out and would go somewhere else so as not to inconvenience Tony if he had to get up for some reason. After putting most of their stuff away except for their agreed activities that they believed would be acceptable to the lawyers, Tony headed to the kitchen to make dinner while Bishop secretly set up a recording device. She had learned that lesson from her divorce with Jake.
Anytime lawyers were involved, make sure you get everything on tape. It gave you a lot more leverage. Jake had screwed her over with a tape or two that he had made before she’d gotten smart.
The expected knock at the door sounded and Bishop pulled herself together. She’d never done anything like this. She’d always been a numbers kind of girl.
This was almost like undercover. She’d never even come close to that, but she’d pull it off. She had to for Tony and for herself.
Opening the door, she smiled at the lawyers. “Welcome. I’m Ellie DiNozzo.” Tony’s last name still seemed odd attached to her first name, but she knew that’s what the lawyers expected.
“Harold Pride and this is my partner Fanny Pru.”
“Tony is still making dinner, but I can give you a quick tour of the house while we wait. I’m sure you want to see what it’s like.”
