A/N: Firstly, I would like to say that I did actually write this before you guys reviewed and suggested a sequel, so this is what you get for being patient :) Secondly, I just have to say that this started a LONG line of jokes between MissJayne and I as we DO actually have to write witness statements for our course, and my worst fear is smut being added by mistake... *shudders* Enjoy :D

Jan 25

"I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time." - Charles M. Schulz

Leroy Jethro Gibbs despised paperwork.

Especially considering that nowadays, computers made report typing a whole lot harder. McGee could type more words than Gibbs could even speak in a minute. But sometimes, the ease of other tasks made him grateful. Spell-check, autocorrect and, dare he admit it, email. Certain aspects were a hell of a lot easier with a computer, despite his hesitations most of time.

With an excitable weekend behind them, today had been deemed as another for paperwork. Yesterday's false alarm at the yard meant they all had a lot of catching up to do. He knew that his team needed a day off and he wished he could give it to them. They were surprisingly quiet this morning. Tony hadn't made a joke or complaint in a few hours and even Ziva's cursing in Hebrew at her computer had calmed – for now.

Opening up one of McGee's case files from the week before, he decided to check them all as required by law.

Scrolling through each page carefully, Gibbs stopped at the fourth. He hadn't... Had he?

'Tommy couldn't take his eyes away from Lisa's midriff, the exposed skin the result of her blouse riding up from when he'd tickled her. Brushing a hand along her stomach, he groaned in her ear as she-'

"McGee!" Gibbs growled, the younger agent jumping at the sound of his voice, almost falling to the floor from his chair.

"Y-Ye-Yes boss?"

"Here. Now."

McGee scuttled over, standing behind Gibbs to read over his shoulder. Glaring at the agent, he watched the color drain from his face. "Oh no. No no no. Boss, I can-"

"Explain that? Are you sure? A defense attorney would just love to read your-" Gibbs stopped, aware of Tony and Ziva hanging on his every word.

"My editor-" Gibbs just looked at him. "I'm usually so so careful." Silence. "I'll get back to work. Sorry boss."

Gibbs bit his lip. It was good writing, he didn't deny that. Hitting 'forward', he typed the Director's email address, hoping she read it before sending it on.