McGee's Secret Weapon
"How does he do it, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, sounding a little jealous. Tony contemplated a moment as McGee grinned smugly at them. "I don't know, Boss. I think it's the baby face. Or the pouty mouth. Maybe both."
McGee looked at them and his face morphed into a sad expression, his bottom lip protruding slightly. They rolled their eyes at him and he grinned, the pout vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "What can I say? It's a gift. At least I don't have to rely on smarm," he said, making a face at Tony. Tony frowned. "Watch it Probie, you could learn from my smarm."
"I find that a properly executed glare works wonders," Gibbs said. He demonstrated, giving his boys a look. The effect was immediate. Gibbs smiled, satisfied. "See? Works every time."
"But it doesn't work on the nurses as well as a practiced pout," McGee said, matter-of-factly. "Not every nurse is susceptible to charm. And most are immune to glares. But a pout appeals to their natural nurturing instincts. THAT, gentlemen, is the secret."
He sat back grinning, pleased with himself.
"Hm," Tony said, as Gibbs sighed.