Authors Note: Okay, so I'm continuing 'You Just shot me' because I'm completely stuck on reality clue. This is the second draft of this chapter; the other was all dialogue and completely stunk. Ok so onward, and lets hope I'm not righting a third 'chapter two' soon. This Chapter is McGee point of view, as is the entire story. I may end up throwing in a little Tiva, not much though; I'm not a big shipper for any one beside McAbby, and Gibbs/Director Sheppard… correction. I do like Tate quite a bit

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any movies/theme songs mentioned here.

You Just shot me

Pinpricked

I didn't stay rooted to the ground as Abby pushed me out the door. How would that do any good? "I'll email Gibbs the finger print results when they're done." She growled, pushing me out the lab door and closer to the elevator.

"Abby, I didn't… really, I didn't!"

"Can it, McGee."

"But, Abby! Wait, no don't go!" I yelled as the elevator doors started closing. It was to late though, the big metal doors closed and the elevator started rumbling painfully up to the bullpen.

I leaned against the back of the elevator asking myself, "McGee, what did you do? That was so stupid." Banging my head against my hand I repeated, "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"Well McGee, I think anyone who bangs their own head against their hand is stupid." A voice said. I looked up and saw the familiar face of Gibbs.

"B- Boss, I, I can ex- explain." I stuttered.

"Doesn't sound like you want to McGee." Tony said slipping into the elevator behind Gibbs, carrying his things.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"No McGee, I just like making DiNozzo carry all that crap around NCIS for exercise." Gibbs said in his 'No crap, Sherlock when's your next case' voice.

Tony sniggered lightly. Gibbs glared at him, and he mumbled something like, 'sorry Boss'.

"We got a call about some rich guy getting murdered." Tony explained, a glint in his eyes that said 'I'm hoping we can pick up a reward from the family for finding the guy who did it'.

The rest of the elevator ride was ridden out in partial silence. Partial silence being as Tony was humming the 'Pirates of The Caribbean' theme song, how he knew the song I have no idea. He never really struck me as the Disney movie kind of guy, although; pirate movies and 'Jurassic Park' did seem like his kind of movies.

"DiNozzo, keys." Barked Gibbs.

Tony mouthed, "I shouldn't have ate that taco for breakfast."

I just rolled my eyes, after all, "Who, besides the government's biggest frat boy, eats tacos for breakfast?"

Gibbs got in the front seat I opened the back door. There was no way I was sitting up front and risking getting thrown through the windshield when Gibbs turned. I heard a loud 'plop' as Tony dropped the stuff he'd been carrying in the trunk and shut the door. The senior agent opened the car door and slammed it shut once inside. "All set B-" Tony didn't have time to finish what he was saying because Gibbs slammed on the gas and we flew forwards.

I jerked to the side as Gibbs turned a sharp corner, Tony openly let out a groan. I hope he doesn't puke. I thought blankly. My face slammed against the window when Gibbs made another sharp turn.

Thirty minutes later we pulled to a screeching stop in the driveway of a mansion. Tony opened his door faster then Abby downs a Caf-Pow! and raced behind one of the carefully shaped bushes to puke. When he came out he was still a little green.

"If your done puking DiNozzo, you and McGee can get started going over the crime scene." Gibbs barked.

"What are you going to do, Boss?" I asked cautiously.

"I'm going interview family. Rich families can be tricky, and well, odd." Gibbs said.

Tony murmured, "You have no idea."

I just shook my head, and popped open the trunk. My mind was only half focused on what I was doing, the other half was focused on how I was going to make up to Abby. I found myself thinking, "Flowers… Flowers always work…"

"McGee? McGee-ee… Earth to planet geek!" Tony said, waving his hand in my face.

"Oh, ah. What is it?" I said, blinking out of my thoughts, "Now is not the time for thinking about how to fix my relationship with Abs."

"Wow, something must really have you thinking to not pay attention to your work." Tony said, then smiled, "Or someone. Getting a tattoo on your ass for a girl McGee is pretty serious. Are fantasies of a certain gothic forensics specialist whirling through you mind?"

I decided to play along to get Tony off my back. Maybe I could patch everything up before he found out about my fight with Abby, that would really have Tony on my case, "Actually, Yeah." I said nodding my head. Tony's jaw dropped.

His surprised expression quickly turned into a mischievous one, "Aw, little Probie's in luuurve." I just turned away and walked towards the mansion. With my back turned to him, I could smirk in celebration of my cleverness.

The guy was right inside the door, the floors where polished marble, and the stairs carpeted in a luxurious red carpet. The banister was a deep colored wood. The most amazing part to the room was the chandelier that hung above. The diamond, icicle-like shards that hung from each light bulb.

Tony pulled out the camera and took pictures. Once he was done I went over the scene, and found the cap to a needle that a diabetic might use to inject insulin. It was bright orange, "Hey Tony. Look at this. It's the cap to a needle diabetics use." I said, pointing to it.

"How do you know it's to that type of needle? Let alone a needle at all?" Tony asked, obviously suspicious.

"I'm diabetic if that's what you're getting at." I rolled my eyes, "My Uncle Jeffrey is a diabetic."

"Alright." Tony shrugged and held out a plastic evidence bag. I dropped it in.

Tony pointed to the white corner of something sticking out from under Mr. Sean Yenom's arm. "What's that Probie?"

"How should I know? It looks like the corner of a letter." I snorted; Tony glared at me and took a close up picture.

"What are you waiting for? Take the letter!"

"I'm waiting for ducky, if I take the letter, it might move the body." I said. Tony looked at me like he was saying, "Smart ass, I knew that."

"Well I hope ducky gets here soon, I don't want to wait all day." Tony grunted.

"You don't have to, Agent DiNozzo." Came the M.E's voice, "So sorry, I'm late, Mr. Palmer got us lost. Again." As if on cue, Jimmy Palmer came scampering in.

He took one look at the body and said, "There's not a mark on him," followed by, "How is this related to NCIS?"

Gibbs walked in and said, "Because he's a retired marine. I found out from his family."

"Are any of the family suspects?" Tony put in.

"DiNozzo, it's more like 'which family members aren't suspects'." Gibbs said, I could detect a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Alright, Mr. Palmer lets pack up the body." I heard ducky say, he turned to Gibbs and said, "I'm sorry, Jethro, but we couldn't find anything."

"Try-" I started but Tony cut in.

"I found the cap to a needle that diabetics use, Ducky. Maybe your killing wound is the size of a needle." Tony said proudly, puffing out his chest.

"McGee," Gibbs barked, before I could reply he continued, "Good work."

"Why, Thank you, Boss." I said, quite proud of myself.

When Gibbs turned his back and walked towards the door Tony said in a mocking tone, pulling his head close to his neck, "Why, Thank you, Boss."

"I heard that DiNozzo," yelled Gibbs.

Tony openly flinched, before leaving Ducky said, "Are you alright Agent DiNozzo? You look a little green."

"Fine Ducky, just some tacos."

"Food poisoning?"

"No, Gibbs' Driving."

"Ah, I see…"

I shook my head and snatched up the letter, dropping it in a plastic bag.