Whoa, I actually had some one Beta read this. My dad was the muse for this fic: He was the one who told me about the different typewriter ribbons. Oh and since the show took place before the fifth Harry Potter movie...Just don't bug me about it.

Disclaimer: I own ALOT of stuff. Let's see I have a DVD collection, uh, a bookshelf of books, two vases of glass flowers-Oh, NCIS? No I don't own that...

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McGee jumped as a black spool of typewriter ribbon was dropped on his desk. Quirking an eyebrow he asked, "What's this?"

"Typewriter ribbon, oh master of all things out-dated and useless." DiNozzo replied, slinging his jacket around the back of his chair.

"I know what it is, Why are you giving it to me?" McGee asked giving the other agent his full attention.

"Well, gee, Tim, I think I got it for...Oh I don't know, your typewriter, maybe?" DiNozzo replied as McGee gave him the best glare he could muster. "I mean, that is what you use them for isn't, McGee?"

"Well, thanks for the thought, Tony. But I think I'm going to give up writing." McGee said, as he moved to throw the ribbon.

"You chuck that, and I promise you when I'm done you'll think that you went up against Jason Bourne after discovering that you work for the government." DiNozzo said sharply, having been watching McGee.

"Wow, I actually know what you're talking about this time." McGee said, making sure that DiNozzo could see him putting the ribbon as far away from the trashcan that he could.

"Yeah, Bourne Identity was an awesome movie. Matt Damon was perfect for that role, but they could've gotten a better leading lady. Preferable prettier. But, she did look the best at the end of the movie. Maybe 'cause they put in something other than a sweater?" DiNozzo said, missing the face that McGee was pulling.

"Figures. You do know that that movie is based on a book?"

"Nope, the script writer never read it."

"What does this have to do with you giving me typewriter ribbon?" McGee asked trying to steer the conversation back on track.

"Nodathing, Tim."

"Okay, so-" DiNozzo cut him off.

"This is regular ink ribbon. While it may not give you the best looking words you can use it more than once as opposed to the graphite ribbon that you have been using. Less likely that some psycho can dig through your trash and read what you wrote now."

"But, didn't you say that if I ever write a third book that you'd kill me?" McGee asked with his eyebrow raised again.

"Only if the third book is about 'L. J. Tibbs' and his team. Probie, if you ever get writer's block again-"

"I don't get writer's block," McGee muttered sourly.

DiNozzo continued as if McGee didn't interrupt. "-then write a script for the fifth Harry Potter movie or something."

McGee belatedly stared at DiNozzo. "You want me to write a fan fiction?"

"Do I even want to know what a 'fan fiction' is?" DiNozzo asked, using air quotes around fan fiction.

"McGee, DiNozzo, with me." Gibbs said power walking passed their desks with a cup of coffee in hand. "And no DiNozzo, you don't. Also, McGee write something so that Abby will stop hounding me to nag you to write more every time I see her."

McGee and DiNozzo shared a look as they grabbed their coats.

"He's physic. That's the only way." DiNozzo said shoving his arm in his coat. "The government experimented on him like River Tam. She was-"

"I've seen Firefly and Serenity, Tony," McGee said getting in to the elevator. "So how much did Gibbs pay you?"

"Twenty bucks," DiNozzo answered.

Both McGee and DiNozzo were hit up side the head.