Disclaimer: I don't own anything NCIS related. I don't own Canada either. I really want to, though.

Random fact: Sexiest man alive in 1986? Mark Harmon. I was channel surfing last ngiht and saw him so I stopped and then they said that and, I was like 'whoa.'

As soon as Abby was allowed to leave she found a note from Gibbs on her desk which read in messy, but decodable handwriting; I gave McGee a ride.

Smiling, she picked up her purse and headed to her car, unaware of what was going on with the rest of co-workers at that very moment. And really, as we'll soon find out, she wasn't very aware of what was happening to McGee either…

Ducky, armed with a hula hoop, sweat pants, water bottle, head band and many other two word, two syllable objects stood in his front lawn practicing his new sport. Extreme Hula Hooping. Or maybe it was Xtreme Hula Hooping! He wasn't sure how the youth was spelling many things these days. It was really quite confusing.

As he practiced a move he liked to call 'Coroners Clap' the alarm on his digital watch went off. Excitedly he gathered his stuff and headed back inside to change. Sure, he was scheduling way to much time for showering and getting dressed but if there was one thing he didn't want to be (other than a car mechanic or in a porn movie) it was late for his first class of American Slang.

"Fo Shizzle." he told himself as he picked out a bow tie that clashed with his suit. Yes, he was going to ace this class. He picked out a pair of pants then reconsidered and grabbed a pair of pants that he had owned before he lost 10 pounds on the Atkins diet.

Baggy-ish pants were the way to go. After all, when one's inRome…

"Kate?" Tony asked, waving his hand in front of her face. He'd sat next to her on the bus after putting a twenty into the fare box. He hadn't had exact change.

She was doing a very good job of ignoring him, and in fact hadn't even blinked when he flicked her. Tony probably could have done anything to her with out her acknowledging him and normally Tony would have taken advantage of this and gone through her purse or something like that but he had other things on his mind.

Like figuring how to get Abby back for, even if she hadn't intended to, making Kate feel bad and putting Tony in an awkward position.

Wait! That was it!

"Want to plot revenge on Abby?" he asked as the bus bounced over a speed bump. A small smile formed on her face, and reluctantly, she turned to him.

"Okay, what should we do?" she asked and Tony smiled broadly.

"Something to embarrass her…"

"What embarrasses Abby? She called Gibbs a silver haired fox." Kate though back to that day. It had been an odd comment, but it had been Abby. But it had also been Gibbs… That had been an exciting day.

"Good point." both sat back in their seats and fell into deep thought.

"That was my exit, Boss." McGee pointed at a green sign. Gibbs just looked at him, "but it's okay… you can take the next one too." McGee sat back in his seat and watched an old lady speed by them. Slowly Gibbs puttered along. He had a grinch like smile on his face as he passed the next exit. Now McGee knew he had skipped the first on purpose.

"What are you doing?" He asked preparing to jump out of the car. In what he thought to be a subtle way, he moved his hand towards the lock on the door., but apparently Gibbs noticed and stepped on the gas speeding up to about 70 mph. McGee was thrown back in his seat.

"Getting coffee."

"How? All coffee shops in the US know you aren't supposed to have coffee. Your doctor called most of them and the rest heard it on the news." Gibbs had moved over to the fast lane as McGee said this. His speed had gone up to 80.

"Not in Canada." McGee looked at his pocket compass and noted the direction they were going was NNE, and he knew right then that Gibbs wasn't kidding.

"I'm calling Abby." He held up his phone to show Gibbs that he indeed did have it, and wasn't bluffing, however he should have known better.

Gibbs grabbed the phone and tossed it out of the window into coming traffic where it was run over by a hummer.

"Now, tell me. Do they drive on the other side of the road there?" Gibbs speed up.

"Why me?" McGee buried his head in his hands.

"Because you're the only member of our team who speaks fluent French" Gibbs answered and, slowed his speed to 70 so he could give the finger to a man. "Oh yeah?" Gibbs asked the man, and pulled out his gun. The man next to them was threatening Gibbs with a knife and the fierce look on his face had dropped once he'd seen Gibbs' weapon.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Gibbs told the man. McGee looked at the man in the next car and gave a face that clearly read "Please help me." "I don't know him" and "It's okay, you can kill him." all in one.

Suddenly the car had flung over into an exit heading for the airport. Somehow, McGee had thought they were going to drive.

"You've got your badge, right?" Gibbs asked flying past various cars.

"I leave it at work…" He confessed, ashamed that he did so. Half expecting to be lectured, he was surprised when Gibbs just shrugged.

"So I'm not going?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh, your going all right." Gibbs grinned as they pulled up to the airport. Yes, he was going to get coffee no matter what he had to do to get it. Even if he had to hand cuff him to McGee. Which, was actually what he had in mind.

Airports were very relaxed if you had an official badge and were hand cuffed to a prisoner. Even if that prisoner was an agent as well and you were only hand cuffed to them for your personal gain.

TBC?