She stepped from his shower her head had long cleared
The hot drenching water in the home of her deared
Her dear and beloved she loved him so much
But during the week their hands shan't to touch
For residing above them, her "boss-man" you see
Had many a rule that forbade them to be
Together they were together at last
Their secret it was, unlike the past
In past times the boss was not boss of he
For then not working at NCIS was McGee
The rules set down then did not apply
For he wasn't a coworker and wasn't under the eye
The eye of the "boss-man" was good and was bad
But for their relationship it was indeed quite sad
In the past it was the end of their love
Because of a rule aforesaid above
This rule in number was of fourteen
A lower of numbers out of fifty
But that did not matter as much anymore
For they were in love and to secrecy they swore
On weekends they were as together as can be
They gossiped about work and of Tony and Zee
So as she dried her hair and stepped into the room
She looked at the clock it was almost noon
He was still asleep his hair all a mess
She picked up her clothes and began to get dressed
She applied make-up as he awoke with a snore
He rolled off the bed and onto the floor
She finished her make-up as the doorbell rang
He sat up on the floor, "I'll get it", she sang
As she looked through the peephole she spied a distress
It was their friend Tony, this would cause a mess
As she yelled to McGee, he said "Open it up"
There plan was foiled, the gig had been up
She opened the door to Tony's surprise
For Tony had expected to find McGee inside
He greeted her as warmly as anyone would be
He then asked the whereabouts of the young probie
She said "in his bedroom" as McGee sat up
As Tony walked in, McGee stood up
"You've got some 'splainin' to do" quoted Tony
McGee wrapped in a robe, as vulnerable as could be
Abby leaned in the doorway, observing the scene
Maybe this could be fun. Once they settled things...
