Title: Doesn't Take Much
Rating: PG-13
Category: Humor
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Summary: I've still got it.
Spoilers: None whatsoever.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Written for iheartGibbs, with the prompt "happy McGee." Yeah. You've been warned. Definitely a oneshot.


"McGee, I gotta hand it to ya," Tony started, scratching the back of his head in amazement, "you're a hell of a better probie than I ever was. I mean, I never would have seen that the killer was the bartender at the bar where the petty officer died of alcohol poisioning. I wasn't even paying attention! Even now, you're a better agent than me!" He shook his head, then removed his hand from his head. "You deserve a round of applause, or a parade, or a lapdance from Ziva and Abby at the same time, something."

Just then, Abby and Ziva popped out from around the corner, dressed in matching oversized t-shirts that proclaimed, "I LOVE TIM MCGEE!" And that was all they were wearing.

McGee's broad smile grew even wider as the two semi-nude ladies pranced over to his desk, Abby remaining in front of the desk as Ziva pushed him out in the runway.

Tony clicked around on his computer and soon the pulsating beats of "I'm Too Sexy" were wafting through the bullpen. "Right on, ladies!" he called out, as Abby dragged a thigh up McGee's arm, while Ziva shook her hips in that sexy Shakira imitation, drawing up the hem of her t-shirt as she did so, and hitting McGee in the head with a wad of paper . . .

"Yo, McGeek!"

McGee blinked, looking over to Tony's desk. The music, the half-naked women, it was all gone.

"Quit daydreaming. We got work to do."

McGee shook his head free of the fantasy, then looked across to Ziva's desk, seeing a token that made him do a double take.

There, right next to her pencil holder, sat a coffee mug, emblazoned with the words "I LOVE THOM E. GEMCITY."

A smile spread across his face and he leaned back in his chair, whispering to himself, "I've still got it."