A/N: This is co-written with my friend, Rubblestrength. I'm not sure how often we will post, or how well this will go, but I suppose we shall see. Thank you for reading, for following, favorites, reviewing! Though you may already know, I'll say it once more - all feedback helps immensely.

McGee stared at the paperwork resting on his lap, pen in one hand and coffee in the other. Tony and he were on a stakeout - and had been for the last several hours. Nothing had happened, other than arguments and too much coffee consumption, but nothing had happened with the suspect. He took a drink, adding something more to the wording of one of his previous sentences.

"What're you doing, McGoo?" Tony questioned, staring out the front windshield, binoculars in hand.

McGee still stared down as he spoke, "Mandatory paperwork. Mandatory meaning we're all supposed to be doing it." McGee looked up and smiled without showing teeth.

Tony nodded, lips pulling down at the ends. "Well, I'm doing a mandatory-by-Gibbs stakeout. Wait, what kind of paperwork?" He snatched it from McGee without waiting, and began to look at his coworker's answers.

Timothy made a sound of annoyed disbelief, "Tony!" He reached for it, nearly spilling his beverage in the process.

"Ohohoo! Be careful McGoo. Company car, hot coffee, angry Gibbs... not a good combination. What's this? You say you admire all your coworkers? Oh, is this my name I see?" He kept the paper just out of McGee's reach.

"This isn't funny," McGee snapped, putting his cup into the cup-holder before reaching again, one arm over Tony's shoulders and the other in front of his chest, trying to take back the file.

"Oh, but it is..." Tony kept trying to read it, even after McGee had taken it back. Glancing out the front window again, Tony made sure that the man they were staking out hadn't left the cafe. Nope. He was still in his seat by the window.

Tim huffed angrily, shutting the file and depositing it on the floor by his feet along with his pen. "You're incorrigible."

"Big word there, little Timmy."

"Do you need me to define it for you?"

With a disapproving expression, Tony turned and locked eyes with McGee. "No, Probee, I'm good."

"Good!" McGee didn't keep the exasperation out of his voice.

Movement caught Tony's eye. "Ah, looks like he's on the move. More Christmas shopping, you think? Or is he finally getting to his devious purpose?" Tony asked, using his "announcer voice" and looking intently at their target as the man moseyed out into the lightly falling snow.

McGee's attention shifted and he straightened in his seat again. "He's getting in his car."

Tony started their car's engine and let it idle, waiting for the man to pull into the street. "Do you think he'll go back to the warehouse, in broad daylight? Gibbs thinks he will..." Tony figured he would, after all, Gibbs was never wrong-not as far as he knew. But he figured he would ask anyway, just to let McGee weigh in on it.

"Well, if Gibbs thinks he will..." Timothy nodded subtly as he trailed off. "Do we tail?" he briefly glanced at Tony even as he searched for the camera.

"Yeah." Tony pulled onto the street a little ways behind the man they were to follow, then briefly glanced at McGee... "So, you respect me? Really?"

Gramercy for reading, and God bless!