Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT THE BOTTLE OF MOUNTAIN DEW I BOUGHT!
-----Present-----
Abby had since gone down to lab, much to my displeasure. Gibbs picked up his phone; I looked up from my desk, curious, listening intently to the conversation.
"Gibbs."
"…."
"No."
"…."
"Yes I'm sure I don't want to buy anything."
"…."
"You do know this is a federal office."
Of course I didn't know what the person on the other line said, but I thought it went a bit like this, "I'm sorry sir I didn't know this was a federal office, I will be sure to have this number removed from our calling list." Boy, was I wrong.
"LISTEN I DON'T WANT TO BUY ANYTHING!"
"…."
"What? Look, this isn't funny, punk. Now you shut up and hang up the phone or I'll have my agents at your house in seconds."
"…."
Gibbs' face dropped, he hissed, "What?"
Standing up, I grabbed my things. I'd been working at NCIS long enough to know this wasn't good. Gibbs motioned for me to sit down and have Abby trace the call. Quickly punching the number one, Abby's phone rang for a second before she picked up, "Abby, Forensics Master, What's up?"
I jumped a bit, "Abby, trace the call on Gibbs' phone." I could see her nodding in my imagination, hardly surprised I knew her that well, after I said that, I heard the faint sound of a keyboard clicking.
Moments later, Gibbs cursed loudly, slamming the phone down. Abby must've heard this through the phone, because she sighed and said, "Sorry, McGee." The people around heard this to, and they all suddenly had something to do and bustled away from the area of the bullpen.
Uh-oh I thought this couldn't be good. I dared to ask it, and received a stern glare for it, "What happened Gibbs?" He gave me that glare I mentioned and stormed off saying something about "Finding out if this' true."