"Oh my God!" Tony whispered loudly, having stopped dead. "What the hell was he doing last night?" The senior field agent gestured to his boss, covered in blue body paint and dressed in immaculately white sneakers, pants, and a little night cap type hat.
"I don't think I want to know." McGee gulped.
"Think the Director has a Smurf fetish?" DiNozzo's voice became suggestive in a millisecond as possibilities swarmed his mind.
"I do not think Gibbs would be passed out on his desk if she did, yes?" Ziva countered gesturing to the man before her.
"True. So, uh, who's waking him up?"
"Not me. Director Shepard will kill us if we interfere. We got away lightly with the teletubby costumes. I'd die if I had to dress as Barney." McGee gulped shaking his head.
"Duly noted, McFraidy cat, now wake him up."
"Why must McGee do it? You are always the one bragging about being Senior field agent!" The Mossad officer cut in.
"How about I resolve this for you? If any of you three wakes him up, you'll all be in archives for a month and a half, no field work!"
All three people jumped as their Director's voice rang out behind them.
"Ohhh—kayyy…Uh, just one thing, umm…Madame Director, do you have a-" Tony was cut off by Jenny's answer.
"No, Special Agent DiNozzo. I do nothave a Smurf fetish and even if I did I would not share it with you." The Director rolled her eyes and stormed off calling over her shoulder as she did so, "And if you wake him up, you'll earn yourselves a one way ticket to the morgue!"
Tony looked at Gibbs then after the Director. He was clearly torn. Did he risk the Director's wrath and wake Gibbs or risk Gibbs's wrath and let him remain the office's current ogling object? Gibbs would rip him limb from limb but he was certain Jenny would make good on her threat. The Agent glanced back and forth between the two people he'd rather like to avoid pissing off and came to a decision; He would call Ducky. The Director would never snap at Ducky and stuff him into a teletubby costume or as McGee had said, the worse option, a Barney costume.
Reaching over to the desk phone, Tony dialed the morgue and prayed silently. Luckily, Ducky picked up.
"Hey Ducky, we need a favor…"Tony began to explain the situation and to his great joy, Ducky agreed to come up and diffuse the bomb that was the predicament they were in.
Twenty minutes later Ducky was shaking Gibbs awake.
"Ahem, uh, Gibbs?" The kind doctor tried.
"I'll wake him, Ducky." Jenny smiled sweetly appearing at the Doctor's elbow.
"Ok?" Ducky replied slightly bemused by the change of events.
"Papa Gibbs," Jenny smirked, slipping a freezing hand onto his bare chest.
Gibbs jumped a mile and glared at her. Something blue registered in his line of vision on his chest…odd he didn't remember putting a blue shirt on this morning or for that matter even getting dressed. The last thing he remembered was Jenny in his basement with bourbon.
Suddenly he caught sight of himself in the reflective surface of DiNozzo's sunglasses. "Did you make me into a Smurf?" There was bemusement and amusement in his eyes. "Wait, you're not mad?" DiNozzo blanched.
"No," Gibbs eyes twinkled as he thought back to the night before.
"Oooohhh, so you made out with him then?" Tony grinned, his eyes widening.
Gibbs reached over and slapped the back of Tony's head harder then he would have thought possible.
"Guess you aren't going to be so forgiving about that." DiNozzo pointed to the pattern that Jenny was tracing on Gibbs's left forearm. He looked down at it and his eyes narrowed drastically.
"YOU TATOOED PAPA GIBBS ON ME?" Gibbs's voice shatted the small moment of peace the bullpen had had.
***********Author's Note*****
Thank you for the wicked ideas. I don't really think this is a great chapter but I have a migraine and didn't want to not post anything….sorry. Crap, just broke rule number six *headslaps self* ouch…not a good idea.