Oct 4
And so, to compare it with what are commonly termed the necessities of life, we find friendship of more general advantage than water and fire. – Marcus Tullius Cicero
Tim did not think this was the best plan they had ever come up with. But he couldn't exactly come out and say that when Tony would kill him.
Gibbs had been… worse than usual for the last week. Actually, that was an understatement – he had been unbearable. Tim was used to coping with Gibbs on bad days but this had been horrendous. He had spent a lot of time hiding in Abby's lab while the entire squad room walked on eggshells.
And now Tony and Ziva had decided to get revenge. He was not happy at being dragged along but knew he couldn't escape. Gibbs was going to kill them.
Really kill them. For Tony's brilliant idea had been to burn down the boat in his basement. Ziva had bought the lighter fluid and Tony had got his hands on matches. Tim suspected he was along simply for back-up.
"Do you realize what Gibbs is going to do when he comes down here?" Tim whispered, as though the great man himself was lurking in the shadows.
"He deserves it," Tony hissed. "I'm sure I have a concussion."
Ziva continued to drench the wood in lighter fluid. "I think I am going deaf from all of his yelling," she added.
"I'll buy you a set of earplugs," Tim promised. "If we do this, he'll be digging three graves in his back yard."
"He won't know it was us," Tony retorted. "If he leaves his house unlocked, he deserves it."
Everyone stood back as the boat went up in flames. Tim decided the minute he got out of here he was going to ask Abby for an alibi. Gibbs would never interrogate the favorite.