I thought of this today as I was going to Walmart (lol).

McGee typed furiously on his keyboard, trying to ignore the feeling of being watched.

"Are you done yet, McGee?" Gibbs snapped, breathing down Tim's neck like a dragon ready for the kill.

"Umm n – no. Sorry boss but there's a really good hacker on the other side of the network. He keeps putting up firewalls every three seconds."

Tony strolled in, tossing an oily lunch bag on McGee's desk. " And I thought French people sucked at computer stuff."

"Well this French guy is good." McGee squinted at his computer screen, fingers flying across the keyboard automatically. "I might not be able to get in until he leaves, boss."

Gibbs grunted. "We don't have all day! If we don't get that information by ten tomorrow morning, they're turning the case over to the CIA."

"Boss, I'm trying but the French Secret Service database is full of -"

"Less talky, more typy." Tony interrupted before adding, "McHacker."

(Imagine this is a division mabob)

Niccolò Machiavelli glared at the computer over one of his agent's trembling shoulders. "What do you mean, there's an American hacking into our systems?" He hissed into his ear in French.

"T – there's an American….from the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, sir. The hacker is trying to access one of our men's personal profiles." The agent stuttered, avoiding eye contact with the seething man behind him.

"Then stop him." His boss replied shortly.

"But sir -"

"But what, Roman?"

"I don't think I can hold him back past five o'clock and I have to be at -"

Machiavelli hovered over the sitting man, eyes narrowed. "You will sit here and work until the system is secure like it was before you started your shift and after you have sent a computer virus to the American, maybe I will allow you go home."

The agent flushed. "Sir, I'll be here all night if -"

"Then get comfortable."

:) If enough people review, I'll continue!