Title: 'The Perfect Gift'
Characters/Pairings: Jimmy, Ducky, Tony, Tim, Gibbs
Word Count: 376
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of DPB, CBS & Co. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: You never really know a person...
A/N: I really miss season 1 Gibbs - when he was mischievous and more like an older version of Tony. The Tony/Gibbs dynamic made so much more sense back then.
"Good morning, Mr. Palmer. Anthony left that for you." Ducky waved his scalpel casually towards the corner table as Jimmy sauntered through the autopsy bay doors.
Jimmy glanced in that general direction, and spied a small box wrapped in bright red, shiny paper. Curious, he picked it up and read the tag. Open tonight with Breena. Frowning in confusion, he looked over at Ducky, who quickly stifled the wicked grin plastered all over his face.
"Do you know what this is, Dr. Mallard?"
"A belated wedding gift, so I'm told." Ducky quickly tucked his head down and feigned serious concentration. Clearly, that was all Jimmy was going to get out of him for the rest of the day.
"You didn't. Please tell me you didn't," McGee scolded Tony in derision.
"Didn't what, McGee?" Gibbs rounded the corner, coffee in hand, and Tony's satisfied smile faded abruptly. He furrowed his brow, and shook his head vigorously at Tim, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up, and McGee was going to enjoy every moment of it.
"Tony bought a pair of bedroom cuffs for Jimmy & Breena," he crowed. "Trying to make up for that lame video you gave them, eh Tony?"
Tony rested his head in his hands, preparing for the head slap he was sure would follow. To his surprise, Gibbs' hand landed at the back of McGee's head instead.
"Nobody likes a tattle tale, McGee." Turning to his senior agent, he added, "You did give them the key, didn't you?" He winked at Tony, and just then his cell phone rang. Tim looked first at DiNozzo, then at his boss, confused and more than a little annoyed.
"Find Zivers and grab your gear. We got a dead Petty Officer in Rock Creek Park."
The next day...
Tony strode into autopsy bright and early that morning, looking for an update on the cause of death for Petty Officer Brian King. Ducky was off today, and Jimmy was trying desperately to concentrate, after what had been a most memorable night.
"Jimmy, my man! What've we got?"
Palmer looked up slowly at his friend, a silly grin plastered across his face. "Single bullet to the right femur, through & through. And one happy autopsy gremlin."