Jan 13
Do something. If it doesn't work, do something else. No idea is too crazy.
Jim Hightower, The New York Times, March 9, 1986
Anthony DiNozzo had a horrible feeling that he was trapped in a nightmare. He pinched himself surreptitiously. Ouch. Perhaps not.
The evidence garage was supposed to be deserted at this time of night. With his luck, naturally it was the boss who had found him in his rather unfortunate attire.
Gibbs had a way of making everyone want to spill their deepest and darkest secrets to him within seconds. It could have been his nature, they way he held himself, a look in his eyes or a combination of all three, but it worked like a charm. Suspects fell over themselves to tell the truth, no matter how much they would clam up around anyone else.
The great man had also trained his team to understand his instructions before he even had to open his mouth. Despite the man being full of secrets, his team could predict what he wanted in a heartbeat. And right now, Leroy Jethro Gibbs wanted an explanation.
Tony's initial thought was to blame the entire thing on the Probie. Unfortunately, Gibbs knew when he lied and would double-check with McGee no matter what. In reality, he was assisting Abby but he wasn't sure how much the mistress of the night had told her silver-haired fox. Silence might be favorable to dropping the favorite in it.
"DiNozzo! Why on earth are you wearing a wedding dress?"