GIBBS
Gibbs waited impatiently while the computer shut down. McGee assured him it was necessary, that just turning it off at the plug would damage it, maybe even cause him to lose files, but sitting looking at the damn thing was irritating. It was tempting just to put a bullet through it, but he'd have to work at it again tomorrow, and besides, he didn't think that Vance would take kindly to him shooting up the office equipment. He was more than ready to go home and spend a few hours working off his tension on his boat.
He didn't really register the bing of the elevator, but as soon as the door was open, Abby was barrelling out and making a beeline for his desk, with McGee trailing behind looking none too happy.
"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!"
He stifled a sigh. "What's up, Abs?"
She stopped in front of him, then turned expectantly to McGee.
Tim really did not look happy at all. "There's this... Well, it's... See, down in the evidence garage there's..."
"Spit it out, McGee."
He shrugged. "Um, Boss? I think you just better come and see..."