Sep 11
There is no possession more valuable than a good and faithful friend. – Socrates
Tony stood on the catwalk above the squad room, observing the Probie. It had been a long day and was only going to get longer.
For some reason everyone was unable to fathom, Metro had decided to charge McGee with murder. Tony had snorted at the suggestion; the Probie was not capable of killing anyone in cold blood. McCowardly even had problems when he fired his gun.
Gibbs and Jenny were deep in discussion with the Metro cop who had been picked to collect McGee. Tony privately pitied the young cop, but that hadn't stopped him from threatening to punch the man, which had resulted in his ejection from the Director's office.
Even though Gibbs had been looking as though he wanted to punch the cop as well.
But Tony trusted McGee, even if he didn't know the full details of the case. McGee could not kill a fly. McGee would have told them if he had battered his ex-girlfriend to death. Tony decided to ignore the fact that the Probie hadn't told them about a girlfriend in the first place. It didn't matter right now. He would start the teasing after this misunderstanding was cleared up.
He watched as McGee, alone in the squad room, put his head in his hands. Tony nodded to himself and headed down the stairs. He would keep the Probie company until Gibbs and Jenny forced the cop to go back empty-handed.