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Tony couldn't believe that the FBI has accused him of murder again. You would think after being proven wrong so many times that they would stop arresting him, but so far that hadn't happened. It was Christmas and instead of being home alone with his movies, he was immured in an FBI holding cell because of this bullshit.
They'd probably conveniently forget about him until after Christmas was over if Sacks had his way. The man definitely held a grudge against Tony. Tony hadn't figured out why the man hated him so much.
It was obviously beyond a professional grudge like existed between Fornell and Gibbs. That meant it had to be personal, but he'd never interacted with Sacks outside of the job, so he had no idea why Sacks would have a personal grudge. He stared at the ceiling in discontent, wondering if anyone even knew he was here.
He’d been minding his own business at one of his favorite restaurants. It had been a treat to himself since he was alone this Christmas. Instead of a lovely meal though, he was handcuffed and led to a holding cell.
Needless to say his Christmas wasn’t going so well. Jingle. Jingle. Jingle. Tony frowned and looked down the hallway or what of the hallway he could see from his cell, at least.
Were those jingle bells? Who on earth brought jingle bells to a federal holding cell? Had they arrested Santa too?
It seemed like the kind of thing the FBI would do given how many times they’d arrested Tony mistakenly. However, it didn’t appear that they’d arrested Santa after all. In fact, if Tony didn’t know better he’d say that was Fornell dressed as Santa and ringing some jingle bells for the holiday.
What in the world was going on? “Fornell?”
Santa glared at Tony. “It’s Santa.”
“Ok,” Tony drawled, bemused. It was clearly Fornell.
“Santa has brought you a very special gift today, Agent DiNozzo.”
“Oh god. Is this why Ron has a grudge against me?” Tony stared at Fornell’s Santa outfit rather concerned about what this special gift would be. “You know if you wanted to go on a date with me, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t need this elaborate setup.”
“What if I wanted to propose?” Santa Fornell dropped to one knee.
“Oh god. You’re not serious, are you? This is so embarrassing.” Tony moaned, although he had to admit he was kind of touched as well. “I thought this was your weekend with Emily.”
“Dead serious, DiNoetzo. Will you marry me?”
“The fuck, Fornell. You had me arrested, solely so that you could dress up as Santa and propose to me?”
“Too much?”
“You bet it’s too much. Now get your jingle bells over here before I decide to talk to your supervisor about misappropriation of federal resources.”