Gibbs sat at the dining room table, the notebook open at page one, blank, the pen in hand, but he was twirling it between his fingers. What was he trying to accomplish? He loved carpentry, the feel of the wood, but recently he was getting tired, his fingers sore, and of course his eyesight getting weaker. He had just passed the eye-test last medical the emphasis on just, but heaven forbid, he wasn't old enough to write his memoires yet, and he didn't fancy painting. But this had been prompted by something that had been said when they had been sitting round the bullpen, and Tony had been annoying Tim again, about his writing….

Flashback

"Oh yeah some of the fan-fiction sites out there are….well you really have to be a FR21 to read some stories….I mean the things they write, say and make the characters do, are definitely illegal in some states. And these are women writing," Tony had been saying.

"Sites, DiNozzo?" Gibbs had enquired.

"Yeah, or there is AO3 which if you look at it funny, becomes AOs, and they do some funny things to men over there, but we have yet to see our Timmy there," as Tony now looked across and smiled at Tim, "That is unless he uses another penname, a nom de plume, a pseudonym."

"Names?" Gibbs had again enquired.

"Yeah, like Timmy here has made an anagram of his name, but…."

"But sometimes Boss, people use their jobs or part of their jobs, first pets, things like that," Tim had finished.

"What do people write? I mean I know McGee used us to base his novels on, but what is fan-fiction."

"Can be either a book or TV series or film or in-fact, anything where you take the characters and write about them, tell a story," Tim added, "And yes Tony I did write fan-fiction when I was younger, but have deleted before you try and search."

"So what you are saying, is people sort of script-write or write a story based on their favourite reads or TV programmes?"

"Yes Boss, just said that, and do you know that people write "Man from Uncle" stories and also one of the most popular fanfics is Harry Potter," Tony added.

The Basement

Gibbs shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts, this was silly but he looked down at what he had scribbled. Sniperboss…no too military, his car, a dodge challenger?…too long what about dodgerman, he dodged bullets and drove a dodge, yes Gibbs became dodgerman, now all he needed was an idea.

Gibbs poured himself a coffee from the pot, no bourbon while he was thinking. He thought of Jen in hot-pants and smiled, then why did he suddenly think of Kate and Tony when they had sent those photographs, Kate with the wet T-shirt, he could imagine her in short shorts, and Tony so butch, in the leather cowboy gear, no he couldn't, could he, but then he thought of Fornell and smiled. The dodge; the time he had let Fornell drive his car, when he had put his shoulder out. Gibbs laughed out-loud, as he thought of his father, in a rocker outside the store, but the store became a cabin, so he picked up the pen and began to write….