Oh my this one made me laugh. So glad I went back and looked for your early stories.

Perhaps somebody will dream of a nightmare story with Ziva and crochet hook and, er, knitting needle

Poor Tony

Laughed when McGee got rid of his knitting needles because I love to knit.:)

LOL... Giggle - Gibbs with a crochet hook? Oh my...

Hi, I always enjoy discovering new skills and talents of our Very Special Agent. Luckily I found this story while looking for something to read on your profile page! It was fun that Tim thought Leon's submission was Tony's with all the embarrassment that brought about. A peak into Tony's lonely childhood in New York, NY, explained his knowledge about arts. But the flower arrangement stunt he pulled was brilliant! Too bad Abby roped him into decorating church!
Thanks and cheers!

Really fun story!

God I love it !

Tony making sure thst poor Timmy help him...only Abby could make those two do something like that

Nice ending

Poor Tony, in the rain with Mona Lisa washing away

Aaarrrhhh cute that Gibbs won the painting

Funny poor McGoo just doesn't know when to stop

Mad skills, indeed! Wonder how come Tim didn't think to knit something for the art competition? Hmmm...
How very sad, but very predictable, that no-one anticipated the true artist of "Greenshades". Except Gibbs, of course!
Also loved the way Tony handled the heavies and stuck the bugs in the boutonnieres.
I'm glad Tony's not giving up any of his hobbies, even if Gibbs and Tim are wimping out. I love a man who embraces his artistic side! 3

Tony certainly has mad skills. Loved that the poor Bishop was more allergic than Tony to flowers.
Funny how after Tony reveals his skills his team goes and hides theirs

And I thought this great story was complete. Wonderful chapter - and I love the bit where the Bishop couldn't appreciate the flower arrangements because he suffered as badly from hay fever as Tony and Tim.

Only Ziva would see a crochet hook and immediately see it as an offensive weapon. And I wonder what Gibbs secret collection was. Embroidery maybe.

Marvellous stuff.

Oh dear, luv... It started with Daphne-Daisy Dupont; it got worse with the hapless Terry. By the time we got to all these big heavy nasties entranced by their boutonniers I was getting pains in my ribs. Alas, arriving at the bish blundering into the hippo, I realised I'd entered this surreal world where I was condemned to eternal helpless giggling. Knitting, crochet... I'll have you know they're both very refined and ladylike pastimes, perfect chillaxes for rough, tough feds.
What can I say? Loved it again in a weird, sideways way!

I love these stories, funny and so well characterized.