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The next morning was beautiful, sunny, warm and all around a great way to start the day, for most people. Those who would usually drive to work well, they were driving but they weren't giving the finger every five seconds. In fact, no one had given the finger all day. Everyone but one person seemed to be having a great day.
Gibbs was not aware of the sunny-ness, happiness or any other ness as he was barely functioning.
As he walked into NCIS head quarters he bumped into a line, so, he stopped. Unbeknownst to him was that Freddy was stripping. He was not aware of the fact that Janice had planted large amount of metal on Freddy so she could finally see him strip.
The person in front of Gibbs turned around cheerfully.
"Hee hee. Looks like were going to be here for a while!" he stated. Gibb saw a blurred version of the figure. Mostly it consisted of various grays, however, right where ones tie might go was bright red and green. Gibbs glared at the person.
"Hee hee. That glare is fab! Hee hee. I'm new! Hee hee. I';m in intern!" The intern clapped and Gibbs ignored him.
"Next." Called the security guard after clearing Freddy. The Intern was quickly cleared and so was Gibbs. The Intern went straight to Janice, as Gibbs trudged off to the bull pen.
Kate walked into the bull pen after visiting Ducky. Now, she was talking on her phone to a friend of hers. Once again, she had been early to work.
"Really? Hmm.. Wait! I have a hunch. One sec." Kate put her phone on her desk and looked right at Tony. "Do you ever go to the library?"
Tony looked at her and glared, "What's that supposed to mean? Of course I go to the library!" Kate smiled.
"And do you hit on the librarians?" Tony considered lying, but Abby had just walked in and spoiled his plans.
"Yes, he does. Last three times I went with him it was the same librarian." Abby chuckled and Tony glared at her.
"What's the librarian look like?" Kate inquired.
"Actually, kinda like you. Except a bit more artistic." Abby made strange hand movements, that seemed to be an imitation of an artist morphing clay.
Kate picked up her phone. "Josie, you Greasy-Italian-Pervert has a name. Tony DiNozzo." Abby slapped her knee and laughed while Tony's mouth fell open.
"You two went to the library…together?" McGee asked weakly.
"Yeah. But It's totally different than when you and I go." Abby smiled evilly at McGee who gave a sigh a of relief. Tony's and Kate looked at them their eyes growing wide.
"Gibbs! You didn't shave!" was the first thing Gibbs heard upon entering the bull pen. Behind him was The Intern smiling happily. The team did not notice The Intern.
From his desk Tony pulled a bottle of shaving cream and a new razor. He tossed them to Abby who had noticed the problem, and with little fuss from Gibbs threw him in a chair and starting to shave him.
Luckily, for them, Gibbs could not hear their laughter as Abby gave him a goatee.
The NCIS director was the director because he could make tough decisions. Very tough ones. Even ones as tough as this one. He picked up his phone, there was still time to back out, except that, shot! He had dialed.
"Yo." came the answer. The director sneered, and started second guessing himself again.
"There's a dead marine at Steve's Roller Disco. You get to investigate."
"Why didn't you call Gibbs?" asked the man on the phone. The director gave him the death glare even though the man could not see him. As if the answer wasn't obvious.
"Because, I don't want him being the boss for the next week and 2 days…" he murmured this quite quickly, and unfortunately, the voice understood.
"Did you tell him this?"
"No. I'm leaving that to you." The director hung up and soon his phone was ringing. He didn't answer it.
"Um.. Apparently, we have a dead body at Steve's Roller Disco, and I'm the boss until Gibbs can have coffee again?" Tony smiled weakly at the team. Gibbs had been dozing in his chair for the past half hour and was now more awake. His reaction had been him moving his eyes.
"Go without me." he said dramatically.
Tony looked at him. What were they supposed to do? Go one man short? No. He thought not. But who? Abby? Maybe?
"Hee hee. I'll go!" The Intern Replied cheerfully.
"Who are you?" Kate asked, sneering slightly.
"Hee Heee. Hargrove Paul Morris." Tony and Kate studied him.
"We'll call you Intern." both said at the same time. Intern smiled happily and went off to go get the van.
"Are you Steve?" Tony asked leaning on the counter of the roller disco.
"Yes." replied a lean looking man no older than 39. He was wearing a slivery suit and roller stakes, "you hear to investigate?"
"Yup." Tony smiled.
"Well, what are you're shoe sizes? The guys on the rink and we don't allow street shoes." Tony looked over at the rink where a dead marine lay. It was dim, the only light coming from three black lights, two spot lights and, of course, a disco ball. 'Barbie Girl' played in the distance.
"Kate, size 8, womens, I take a size…" Tony paused debating about what size shoe he wanted to say he wore, "11. McGee will take size 9, and Intern will take.. Intern? What size shoe do you wear?"
"Hee Hee 7."
"So," Steve said returning with their skates, "You really wear a size 11 shoe?"
"Oh yeah." Both men grinned and Kate rolled her eyes, taking her shoes rather forcefully.
"Hee hee. Um… Agent Caitlin Todd? Hee hee, uhh their's a dead guy on the rink? Hee hee. Why are we going skating?" Kate looked at Intern who was already ready to skate.
"Because, we're processing the crime…" did Intern know nothing?
TBC…Maybe.