Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS
A/N There will be a few chapters in this one. So be prepared for a longer haul than usual.
Jethro Gibbs stretched and rotated his neck as he stepped into his basement. It had been a pretty hard week and yet the team's efforts had paid off with the case finally being wrapped up on Friday morning just in time to enjoy the weekend. The case had resulted in some pretty lengthy interrogations for Gibbs and it had drained him both physically and mentally. He was looking forward to unwinding his body and his mind with some time working on his boat, finishing of what was left in his bottle of Jack Daniels and taking in some of the sports action on his basement TV.
Lifting a large handled hammer he whacked the button on the aged TV and it slowly flickered and hissed into life.
He took another swig from his coffee mug and ran his hand over the smooth wooden beam of the boat and smiled with quiet contentment. His eyes flinched at the commotion of sound coming from his TV and he realized that he needed to find the sports channel quickly to settle into his own little nirvana. He scanned his workbench for the remote and cursed to himself when it wasn't immediately in range.
Gibbs set his coffee down and began sifting through the tools and wood cuttings scattered around the bench. The cacophony of music and hollering and cheering from the TV began to set his teeth on edge and he scowled as he frantically hunted for the remote.
The experienced and trained detective and ex-gunny registered the dialogue coming from the TV.
"Next in line to face the judges are a group of friends who all work with the military, in law enforcement, but are not actually in the military. Their senior team field agent explains"
"Hi, I'm Anthony DiNozzo, from NCIS, that's the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, we investigate crimes involving the Navy and the Marine Corps. I'm the Senior Field Agent and this is our Probie, Tim McGee, Officer Ziva David and our Forensic Scientist Abby Scuito"
Gibbs froze and stared wide eyed at the screen at the beaming faces of his four team members.
"And did your boss give you time off to attend the auditions?" the presenter asked candidly.
Gibbs inhaled deeply as Abby grinned coyly, "Uh..not exactly…we….uh…are all supposed to be on a training course this afternoon, but our boss doesn't watch TV, he only has one in his basement where he's building a boat."
"He's building a boat in his basement?"
The faces of Tim McGee and Ziva David filled the screen, "Yes in his basement, it is a favorite past-time of his," Ziva explained.
The frowning face of Tim McGee was next to fill the screen, "Uh….you will be editing this right? Just in case that there is a one in a million chance that he catches the show…..because he will kill us if he finds out you realize that…..are you going to show this on TV?"
The screen filled with the beaming fact of the presenter, "That's the fantastic four from the Naval Criminal Investigative Service right here in Washington. Tune in after the break and join me, Ryan Seacrest, to find out if either one of them have what it takes to be the next American Idol"
The hammer which found it's way through the screen had much to do with Gibbs being unable to tune in after the break.
Disclaimer: I don't own American Idol either.