The muse paid a visit.

Gibbs rubs his knee and glares at McGee and the TAD agent that was hoisted on him to fill in the gap as DiNozzo was in court.

He absolutely hated being out in the field without DiNozzo the man had a way of knowing what he was thinking and where he was going to go even before he know himself. He had to admit it was creepy at times but he liked having some one that always had his six. It didn't mean that McGee and the fill in agent weren't good, because they were, they just weren't his partner.

"Boss do you want me to go get Ducky?" McGee asks with fear seeping through his words.

Gibbs glares at him so intensely that McGee goes back to his desk and starts to write up his report as to what happened out in the field. Tony was going to kill him is the only thing that keep going through his mind as he is typing.

Just after one in the afternoon Tony comes walking into the bullpen with what could only be described a joyful mood. He stops right in front of Gibbs desk and hands him two large cups of coffee. Then he opens the paper bag that he is holding and pulls out a bottle of over the counter pain reliever. He places it on the desk without a word, he then digs in the bag and pulls out a some sort of bundle of Velcro and with a blue rectangular thing in the middle.

"I jerry-rigged the ice pack with Velcro put it on, open the desk drawer and elevate your leg. Take pain the medicine, and drink your coffee when you need the head ask Tim or me to help you keep weight off your knee. Or else."

Gibbs picks up his coffee and take a long drink. "Or else what DiNozzo?" He asks with a glare.

"I tell Ducky, then I'll help our dear medical examiner drug you with the good stuff, bring you home and once you are settled in your bed, not on your couch mind you. I'll ask Ducky to tell me the story of how he saved your butt with a boat and pushing some one in the water. All the while I'll be sitting right there watching making sure you follow his orders. After all he is our doctor, isn't he?"

"You wouldn't."

"Try me. YOU don't chase after suspects that's what the TAD is for that's what McGee is for, you lead we follow, you give orders, we obey. For the most part that is."

Gibbs takes another drink of his coffee then puts the cup down. "Get to work DiNozzo."

"Yes Boss." Tony replies then goes to his desk.

"Tony." McGee says softly.

"You know better McGee, when I'm not here it's your job to have his six. Don't work harder Tim, work smarter. Anticipate and be ready to act quickly Tim."

"I'll do better."

"Good, now lets figure out where this scumbag is so we can go get him."

"How did you know?" McGee asks.

"I read the file while I was in court this morning Tim, he was a track star all state in college."

"That wasn't in the file. I would have remembered if it was."

"No it wasn't, all the file said was that he had an athletic scholarship for college. I checked the college records when the Judge let me go. And Gibbs being Gibbs with you and a TAD there was only one outcome."

"I feel like an idiot." Tim murmurs.

"Work smarter, not harder." Tony says then reaches for his desk phone.