He lost his shirt. Or better said, he lost his grip on the shirt he was holding in his hand. Or, to be completely honest, he almost entirely lost control over his body.
He just stood there, open mouthed, and stared at Kate.
Even though she had dreaded the moment she'd have to tell him and even though she didn't feel too comfortable waiting for his reaction right now, she had to suppress a smile. She had never seen Gibbs look like that.
Gibbs didn't notice her smile. He was trying to make sense of what she had just told him. He recapitulated the events of the last hours. They had been working on an extremely annoying case. No two ends would meet. Whenever they solved one part of the riddle, two other questions would pop up. He had made Tony go over the files again and again. Like so many times before Tony made it very clear, that he didn't like paperwork at all. His reaction had made Gibbs feel like a teacher for pre-school kids. And the outcome was – none.
He had Abby run the DNA tests again and again, fully aware of how much him questioning her results did upset her. He had tried to bribe her with more than one super-sized cup of Caff-Pow! but knew it didn't work. He hated Abby being mad at him, he would take care of that later.
He had sent Kate and McGee back to the scene of the crime to make sure they didn't miss anything. Of course they all knew that the chance to find more evidence two days after the murder had happened were close to none. But they had to try. And that made two more of his team being mad at him for being sent on a hopeless mission. At that point he went to his old friend Ducky. To the one man that would understand why he was pressing so hard. It didn't take considerably longer than thirty minutes before Ducky asked him to leave autopsy. He was still friendly, the English gentleman to the core, but Gibbs could tell he'd better be gone before things got over the point of no return.
Back at his desk he had started to draw a time-line but wasn't too successful. When ever he looked up he either saw Tony ploughing through his files with the expression of unhidden disgust showing on his face, or Kate's empty desk. Why did she and McGee stay away so long? He tried to reach them on the cell, but could only leave a message on the mailbox.
It was already late, they had been working for like fifteen hours by now. And since nobody could tell how much longer they would need to solve this case and his brains obviously showed signs of wear, Gibbs decided to go for a shower and grab something to eat and a coffee.
He had just pulled a fresh t-shirt out of his drawer when Kate showed up and, quite matter-of-factly told him the news.
"You did what?", Gibbs voice was somewhere between a whisper and a yell.
Kate took a deep breath. It wasn't easier to tell the second time.
"I married McGee!"
Gibbs picked up his shirt. Bowing down, he smacked his head on the table. That's when he woke up. Rubbing his eyes he got up.
"I need coffee."