The idea for this one struck me and I had to write it right away. Thanks to lovencis10468 for the suggestion!

Fornell stormed into the bullpen, coat flapping behind him, the ever-present scowl on his face. "Where is he?"

Tony feigned innocence. "Well, I'm a he, and I'm right here. Um, Vance is a he. I think he's in MTAC. Phil in Accounting, well, I think he's a he, although I don't have confirmation on that theory…"

"Not in the mood," Fornell growled.

"Shocking," Tony muttered under his breath. "Gibbs is in the lab. I'll give them a call and-"

Fornell threw his hands in the air. "Not him, the other one! That one!" He pointed to McGee's empty desk. "Does nobody around here bother to check their email?"

Tony snapped his jaw shut. "McGee? What could you possibly want with McGee?" He quickly opened his email program and checked. Nothing from Fornell. "And, um, there is no email."

"Sure there is," the FBI agent growled. "Sent it myself."

"When?' Tony asked doubtfully, then blinked as his computer beeped softly. An email from Fornell, T. C., had appeared in his inbox.

"Three minutes ago," Fornell said. "I need to talk to Agent McGee. Where is he?"

"Men's room," Ziva said, standing. "I will get him."

Fornell stared at her. "How?"

"How what?" Ziva asked, confused, as she halted in mid-stride.

"He's in the men's room, Officer David," Fornell said, as if that should have been obvious. "You're lacking certain criteria to get him out of there."

"Hasn't stopped her before," Tony informed the older man. "I think she actually prefers it in the men's room to the women's room."

"I would not know which I prefer," Ziva said, making her way towards the room in question. "I have never used the women's room."

Fornell blinked. What kind of organization was Gibbs running over here? He then shook his head and called out.

"I'll meet him in there, Officer David." The warning note in his voice made Ziva stop herself from opening the door and warning her friend of what was coming.

Fornell brushed past Ziva, opened the door, and stepped in. Ziva heard the bolt slide shut.

"Wonder what McTrouble did," Tony mused. "Must be pretty bad to bring the FBI in on it."

"Maybe they caught him hacking into their system," Ziva suggested.

"Maybe," Tony shrugged. "I mean, every time they come here looking for me, someone is dead and my fingerprints have mysteriously appeared there."

"Or your bite marks."

"Or DNA," Tony agreed. "We should get Gibbs. This can't be good."

In the bathroom, McGee turned from the sink when he heard the door lock. "Ziva, I told you, I wasn't the one who-" He froze as Fornell stood, silent, with his back to the door.

"A-agent Fornell," he stuttered. "Can I, uh, help you with something?"

"I have some questions for you," Fornell said, arms crossed over his chest. He had a small object clutched in his right hand.

"Um, sure," McGee said, trying to remain calm. What had he done? Or, he corrected himself mentally, what had he been caught doing? "Should I get a lawyer?"

Fornell blinked in surprise, then relaxed his posture. "What? Oh, no, Agent McGee. Not those kinds of questions."

"O..kay.." McGee said cautiously. What could this possibly be about?

Fornell walked towards the young agent, holding out the object in his palm. McGee recognized it as the new Blackberry model that had recently been released. He couldn't stop the low whistle from escaping his lips as he gazed at the device.

"I got this new phone," Fornell began, "and they transferred all my numbers and notes and whatever from the last one, and I can't find where they put anything…"

Twenty minutes later, as McGee and Fornell exited the bathroom, they found the rest of the team, including the Director and the Autopsy staff, standing in the bullpen.

"Need to talk to any of us, Agent Fornell?" Vance asked coolly, not sounding amused. "Whatever mission you're on, your agency knows nothing about it. They're pretty curious to know what's going on here too."

"All taken care of," Fornell said, walking to the elevator. The phone clipped at his belt chirped, and Fornell held it up to his face, scrutinizing the screen. He glanced back to McGee, who was still standing behind the rest of the team. The younger man mimed pressing a button in the middle of the screen. Fornell copied the movement and barked into the receiver as he stepped onto the elevator.

"What was that all about?" Vance asked as the doors closed, turning to McGee.

McGee just shrugged. "Don't worry, Director," he said. "I think I resolved the matter on my own."