Very short, crime scene banter.

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A shiver ran down his spine as he walked past the steel door. He wasn't sure whether the chill had to do with the temperature in the walk-in freezer or the mutilated corpse in the middle of the floor—well, there was a bit of it to the side, and he didn't really want to know what that thing in the back was.

"Feeling a bit queasy?" Ziva asked, one corner of her mouth turned up.

"No—" he glared, "—I didn't dress for an arctic expedition."

McGee walked up next to him. "I thought you'd be happy about that, it's a hundred degrees outside, can you imagine the stench if he had been murdered in the other room?"

"That's one of those things you think but don't say, Probie."

Ziva quirked an eyebrow and gave him an amused smile. "I was not aware you were familiar with that concept, Tony."

"If I told you everything I thought, you would implode," he said with a cocky smile.

She scoffed and was about to argue when Ducky and Palmer walked in with the gurney and she had to step outside to make room.

Palmer stared at the frozen corpse a moment, then smiled and looked at them cheerfully. "This reminds me, I brought popsicles, they're in the van."

Ziva scrunched up her face. "You brought popsicles to a crime scene."

"In the back of a van that transports dead people," McGee continued.

Palmer nodded enthusiastically.

Tony closed his eyes briefly, this was going to be one of those days. "As usual, the award for inappropriate things to say around a corpse goes to the Autopsy Gremlin." He turned to McGee. "You lose, Probie."