Tony grinned as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. The team had battled for jurisdiction of a crime scene so many times that their various strategies and plans worked like a well oiled machine.
Gibbs argued, loudly and pointlessly, with the lead FBI investigator. Unfortunately, Fornell wasn't the FBI agent assigned to the case for once, so there was no point in even trying a shared investigation. Instead, Gibbs bellowed himself hoarse in the face of the burly FBI agent, distracting the corpulent man expertly.
Ziva, meanwhile, crawled across the floor, ostensibly looking for evidence. Her rather wriggly style of crawling put on quite a show that captured the attention of all the male FBI agents processing the scene—not to mention Tony, as well. McGee, unnoticed by the FBI's leader or underlings, casually brushed up against the pack of evidence the FBI was filling. He made a vaguely cylindrical shape with his thumb and forefinger, a signal to Tony. McGee had lifted the bag with the bullet. Ziva waved him over on some pretense, allowing McGee to plant his hands on the file of fingerprints the other agents had lifted. To heighten the FBI agents' distraction, she "accidentally" hiked her shirt up just a few inches, while still squirming across the floor "in search of evidence." Gibbs got in his counterpart's face, which was turning increasingly dangerous shades of plum, drawing the man's attention away from McGee. McGee hastily palmed the fingerprints and slipped them into his bag. He flashed a thumbs up to Tony, who was still observing in a corner—he had lifted all the prints.
Tony slipped out his phone. Prb gt bllt+prnts, he texted Ziva and Gibbs. Ziva checked her phone and nodded subtly to show she got his message—probie got the bullet and prints. Gibbs just stared at his phone blankly, then shook it sharply. McGee flinched. Tony gulped and hurriedly tried again.
Probie got the bullet and prints, he typed carefully, and Gibbs nodded his understanding. The NCIS team leader abruptly acquiesced in his argument with the FBI team leader, allowing him control of the crime scene. Suspicious, the other agent demanded to know just what game Gibbs was playing. Ziva rose and artfully tripped, her normally graceful limbs pinwheeling wildly as she clawed for balance. While the FBI leader was occupied keeping her on her feet, Gibbs ducked away. Tony hurried over to engage the other FBI agents in the traditional exchange of insults so that McGee could slip off unnoticed. They reconvened at the car.
They would never admit it, but shared jurisdiction crime scenes were actually kind of fun.