NCIS- Tim Centered
Chapter Four: Guys like you make us look bad - blessthefall

McGee sat on the autopsy table, while palmer wrapped his cuts.
"You, sir, have been sliced and diced all week." Palmer tried not to laugh. Gibbs starred at him, but McGee laughed. "I noticed."
Finally, McGee stood up, and turned towards Admiral McGee, laying dead on the autopsy table.
"You don't deserve to be called Admiral McGee, guys like you make us look bad. Big, disgusting, heartless monsters." McGee said to the dead body, lying flat on his back.
McGee turned around, sighing, and looking at his teammates. "I hope no one ever ask about my dad, and how he died, because I am going to sound like a horrible man if I say I killed him." McGee smiled, with a small laugh, then sighed once more. "I'm glad this is finally over. I felt like i went to Hell and Back." McGee said.
"Well, we should celebrate." McGee finished.
"Of our dads death, Tim?" Sarah asked.
"What? No, I mean, I hate him and all, and I mean, I know this sounds bad since he's dead, but he tortured me for years, and by torture I mean litterial torture. I'm saying, let's celebrate, for the end of hell. Eh?" McGee said.
Ducky starred at him, "Have you been drinking?"
"Psst,No." A sarcastic McGee commented.
"Where should we celebrate?" Ziva asked, ignoring his answer to Ducky.
"The bar." McGee said.
"Yes! Who's with me!" Tony jumped up and down, smiling.
"You coming Gibbs? Ducky?"
"Yea, no, I gotta work, er, do something. Stuff." Palmer, Ducky, Gibbs, and Sarah said at the same time.
"Fine, you're missing out on a good time." Tony smiled, as the four walked out of the autopsy lab.