"Remind me why we're doing this at my place?" Tony turns on the faucet in his tub, plugging the drain.

McGee, standing to the side and watching the tub with distrust, answers. "First, it's your idea. Second, if I die in my own bathroom, I'll have trouble bathing there again."

"C'mon man, you're immortal. You should enjoy this."

"Tony, this isn't the first time I've killed myself. No matter how many times you do it, it's never fun. Not in the least bit, for any reason."

"Hey, McGee?"

"Yeah?" McGee looks at the tub; halfway full.

"How come you went to MIT? I mean, you're.. uh.. I forget how old, but you're really, really, really old. Didn't you already know all that stuff?"

"First of all, Tony, call me old again and I'll hit you. Second, they didn't have computers way back when. And third, MIT looks great on a resume. Which everyone seems to need nowadays."

Tony nods. "All right, I'll give it to ya." He pauses, thinking a few phrases back. "You've killed yourself before?"

"Yeah. I kept trying to die and stay dead." He leans against the wall. "Guess it's a good thing I can't. Wouldn't have met any of you guys." He smiles and leans his head back.

Tony feels touched at that, but wouldn't admit it. "Tub's ready." He turns off the water. "Be right back, gotta grab something to shock you with." He says it so casually that it hurts McGee.

"So glad you enjoy seeing me suffer," McGee grumbles, pulling off his shoes, socks, watch. He pulls everything from his pockets, setting it on the floor with his shoes. He slides into the tub, still clothed; no way he was going to die nude in his friend's bathtub.

Tony walks in, setting down a toaster. "Do you think this'll work? I don't exactly use a hair dryer."

McGee grins. "It should. Do it whene-Tony, what is that?"

Tony holds up the camera in his hand. "What's it look like? I'm gonna take video footage of this."

"What? Why?"

"I was thinking of setting up a video blog. Our own version of 1000 ways to die. C'mon, wouldn't it be awesome?"

"No, it would not! Tony, don't!"

"Haven't you ever wanted to see what it looks like when you die?"

"I've watched enough other people die."

"C'mon Probie." Tony pauses. "Please?"

McGee glares up at Tony, caving once again. "Fine. Don't let Abby see it, though."

"Yesss!" Tony grins and sets up the camera. He flicks it on, walks over to McGee, getting in the shot. "Way to die #1: A shocking bath." Tony walks over and picks up the toaster, plugging it in before holding it over the tub. The camera records McGee's face of dread.

"Tony.. I'm having second thoughts about-"

"And drop!" Tony drops the toaster in, backing up quickly.

McGee braces himself; but he couldn't possibly prepare himself for this. As soon as the toaster enters the water, the electrical current surges through it; it grabs hold of McGee, and sends him into convulsions. He spasms like mad, splashing water out of the tub and onto the floor. McGee manages to get out a half-assed whine in between; but finally, after several minutes, McGee slumps in the tub, his head leaning back, mouth open. He lets out a moan before he's completely silent, still.

Tony walks over, hesitant. Remembering that McGee will be coming back to life, he unplugs the toaster. He faces the cam. "And that, people, is what it looks like to die by a toaster in the tub." He clicks off the camera, walking over to check on his wet, shocked friend, whose skin has some burns on it. "Uh.. McGee?"

McGee remains quiet, still. He stays that way. And stays. And five minutes later, he still hasn't moved.

"Holy.. crap! I killed McGee! Tim! Hey, TIM! MCGEE!"

A strange sound comes from McGee's throat. It isn't a word, and doesn't sound like it was supposed to be. Just a confirmation that he's there. That's enough for Tony; he breathes a sigh of relief. "What's taking so long?"

Another sound. After a few more minutes, McGee begins moving, but slowly; as if he were drugged. "Burn.. got burn. Burnt. Inside." He motions to his body, his hand moving slowly through the air. "Burnt.. organs. Inside. Stopped heart." He sits up with Tony's help. "Everyfin's blue."

Tony grins. "Dang, McGee. I should've left the camera on; you look like you're on drugs right now."

"You.. try gettin' a shock li'ddat.. like that." With Tony's help, McGee stands up unsteadily. Tony helps him out of the tub, puts the lid down on the toilet, and sits McGee down before handing him a towel. "Dry off. I'll see if I have any clothes to fit you. What are you, size 30 pants?"

McGee glares at Tony for that comment. "Funny. Did you just admit your IQ?"

Tony narrows his eyes and walks off to raid his closet. When he returns, he finds shirtless McGee leaning on one arm on the back of the toilet; he'd turned to sit sideways on it. His head is down on his arm; he's sleeping. He shakes his head and reaches over, gently shaking McGee awake. "Wake up, McFried. Get out of your wet clothes."

McGee groans. "Tonyyyy.. no." He slowly wakes up, looking drowsy. "Still blue," he comments, standing, dropping his pants right in front of Tony.

"Whoa, hey! McGee, no!" Tony spins around, heading out of the bathroom. McGee in wet boxers = NO.

Half an hour has passed since Tony checked on McGee in the bathroom; McGee is still in it. Concerned, Tony checks in again. McGee is asleep on the toilet again. Dressed in Tony's clothes, his own wet ones on the side of the tub. Tony wakes McGee up a second time. "Need to stay the night, McSleepy?"

McGee nods, waking up a little faster this time. Tony leads McGee to the living room; he pauses. No, he'll take the couch. He turns and takes McGee to the bedroom, ushering him into bed. "See ya tomorrow, blueboy."

McGee awakens to find himself in a strange bed. Not quite remembering at first what had happened, he sits up quickly, but puts a hand to his head, groaning as a sudden headache hits him. {Fuck. Must've gotten drunk last night.} He gets out of bed, looking down at clothes that are not his; this confuses him too. He walks out of the bedroom, smells eggs and bacon, and heads for the kitchen. "..Tony? Why the hell am I at /your/ house?"

Tony looks up, having already showered, dressed and gotten ready. "You don't remember last night?"

McGee looks at the scenario, thinks about waking in Tony's bed, wearing Tony's clothes. He feels dread in the pit of his stomach. {I'mnotgayI'mnotgayI'mnotgay.} "Do I want to?"

Tony snrks, pulling the frying pan off the heat. "Wait here, McGee." Tony heads into the living room, returning with a camera. He hands it to McGee, turning it on and hitting play.

McGee watches as Tony drops the toaster in and fries McGee; it's only then that the memory returns to him. "Oh.. oh, god." He shoves the camera into Tony's hands. "God, Tony. Why did I agree to that with you?"

"You're immortal, it's not that bad."

"You don't know how much that hurts!"

"How much?"

"It's.. I can't describe it. Your body is on fire. The electric is zapping your brain, making it go crazy.. it's sending out signals gone haywire, and you feel pain everywhere. That pain is.." he shudders. "Never again."

"You mean.. we can't continue the list?"

"I mean, no more electrocution." He grabs a piece of bacon already done and begins munching on it.

"We're back in business!"

"Tony?"

"Yeah, McBacon?"

"Go get me my clothes."

Method 1 down. c:
Seriously, the methods can be really simple to really elaborate. I'm open to ideas.