"Ana?!"...

The lady, who the team now knew was nicknamed 'Ana' , turned around to locate the source of the shout of surprise.

"Jet.", Ana drawled, " How's my favourite fed?"

"Ana,", approached Gibbs wearily, coffee in hand, "What ARE you doing here."

"Oh!", smirked Ana, " You and me both know why I'm here, Jet." Frustrated, the silvered hair man engaged the lady with the London accent in a glaring contest.

"Boss," , braved McGee, "Do you want me to call security?"

Exasperated at the morning's events, Leroy Jethro Gibbs sighed, and answered, "No McGee. Everyone back to work! Ana - elevator, now!"

With that, the formidable man strode out of the bullpen, his signature coffee in hand, the lady nicknamed Ana following him into the elevator.