Something McGee both hated and loved about working for Gibbs was that he was like a dog with a bone. It was great to see when he was chasing after some marine who'd killed someone or spilled state secrets, or something along those lines. But not so great when he was the one Gibbs was staring at so hard as if he would confess to stealing the pyramids. Which he was dangerously close to doing if it would get Gibbs to stop looking at him like that.
They were standing in a deserted parking lot, deserted except for Gibbs, him and the dead body Gibbs had found him trying to haul away from what had very obvioiuly been a serious fight. The fact that the body and the head were no longer together made the scene that much more disturbing..
"This isn't what it looks like Gibbs, I swear!" McGee spouted.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "So you weren't trying to haul a headless body into the trunk of your car?"
McGee's shoulders fell, resigned. "OK, it's exactly what it looks like." He concieded. "But theres a good reason behind all this!"
"Oh?" Gibbs questioned softly.
Damn, McGee though, there goes that other eyebrow. He thought for a second. "What are you doing here anyway Boss? This place is so far out of your normal areas?"
"I'm not the one being questioned here McGee." Gibbs slowly reached for the gun he always had holstered at his waist. "why are you standing here with a dead body? You kill him?"
"Can't ask the simple questions now can he?" McGee grumbled under his breath. "Do you really want to know Gibbs?" He said a little louder, Gibbs just looked at him in the same cold stare. "No I didn't kill him, though it wouldn't have upset me if I had." He said honestly.
GIbbs pulled out his cellphone and hit speed dail two. "DiNozzo? I want you and Ziva to meet me in the Georgetown Univercity parking garage." DiNozzo must have said something in response because Gibbs snapped at him. "Just get here. And get Ducky to bring the van." He added, looking at the body one more time.
McGee settled down on the bumper of his car. It seemed Gibbs wasn't going to shoot him there and then so he relaxed. Slightly.
"So we're' going to wait for them?" He asked timidly, his brashness having run out in the face of Gibbs's anger.
"We're going to wait. And there better be a damn good story about this or you're going to wish you were the dead body."
McGee cringed. So much for relaxing.
A/N: Just a little something that was wandering through my skull and distracting me from the others. Unbeta'd and even unspellchecked so most likely a few mistakes in it too. I have a few more idea's on what to do with it but it'll take a while.