“I don’t get tattoos.” Tony said, tilting his head as he took a photo of the dismembered leg. The marines tattoo around the calf.

“I’ll add that to the list of things you don’t get, DiNozzo.” You said, moving to get a photo of the leg from a different angle.

“Getting stabbed with a bunch of needles for a piece of artwork. No thank you.” He said, shaking his head

“It’s not just artwork, Tony.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Not on a woman.”

“What?”

“It’s not just artwork on a woman. Means she’s up for anything.” He said, shrugging.

“Abby has tattoos.” You pointed out, taking another photo.

He smirked, tilting his head.

“What about me, do you think I’m up for anything?” You asked, smirking as his expression changed.

“You don’t have a tat.” He said, shaking his head, almost trying to convince himself. “Right?”

“If I did, I’d never tell you, Tony.” You said, standing up. Patting his shoulder as you walked past.

“Do you?!” He called after you.

Dammit, this was gonna drive him crazy all day.