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Wow. I really confused myself.

The first interrogation went well… ish. As well as could be expected.

His voice kept getting dry so he had to drink a lot of water. Mr. Hifton had suggested that he should go see a doctor if he had to drink that much water but, McGee knew it was just nerves. Mr. Hifton had also asked why Tony wasn't doing the interrogation, but McGee had just brushed that off.

A few other things that came up were; Tony, DNA, More Tony and Why on earth were two of their agents dating?

McGee explained multiple times that Kate and Tony weren't dating, and eventually Hifton dropped the subject.

But then it was time for the second Hifton. Gibbs was not back yet, so McGee took a deep breath and headed into what he had decided to be a hell hole of fish.

McGee wasn't very creative sometimes, and he knew this. Gibbs wouldn't have named it at all Tony would have made up some elaborate, slightly insulting name, Kate would have just sucked it up (And McGee found this quite ironic.) Like a man. Abby didn't do interrogations but he knew she would come up with a most brilliant name and Ducky would come up with something Latin. Oh well. McGee liked his name for it. Hell hole of fish. It kind of had a ring to it. Barely, but almost.

He entered the room and immediately became nauseas. 'I will stick it out' He told himself, and that reminded him of a joke. Abby had told it to him. How did it go again? Ahh… yes, A little boy had just been circumcised and his penis was itchy. The teacher noticed him squirming in his seat and went over to him. He explained what was wrong and his teacher sent him to the office to call his mom. As he walked back into class the teacher noticed that his penis was sticking out of his pants. The teacher questioned him about this and he replied "My mom said that if I could stick it out until noon she'd come pick me up." McGee begun chuckling to himself.

Mr. Hifton stared blankly back at him.

"Sorry," McGee murmured, "I just thought of something funny" Mr. Hifton gave a weak smile and replied.

"You know what's not funny," McGee looked at Mr. Hifton, unsure of where this was going, "Vomit. Sometimes when It's inappropriate to laugh I think about throw up and I just become disgusted. It's gross and vile and sometimes green. I prefer chunky to watery."

As McGee opened his mouth to ask him to stop talking about that a milky liquid with a few chunks spurted from his mouth and onto the table. McGee ran out and into the hallway. One of the guards went in and called the appropriate people. Namely janitors.

TBC…