Aha! The second chapter! I don't really know where this is going, but eh, whatever.

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McGee continued typing furiously away; he was almost finished with his report. Just a few more sentences…

He had been so happy when the power came back on. But in those hours when they were without it, he came to realize just how much his life relied on technology.

Ha. Done, finally. He saved it and filled it away, opening a new document.

November 23, 2009- 5:24 p.m.

It's been a while since I've written. We had quite an interesting case today; the power was down the entire time. I can't believe how hard it is to catch a killer without technology. Well, I can believe it, but I had to live through it. It's not an experience I wish to repeat.

He looked around at the various monitors and electricity powered items in the bullpen. A thought occurred to him.

Without, electricity and technology, what purpose would I have at NCIS? However much I may dislike the various names that Tony bestows on me, I am the "McGeek", so to speak. If we had to work like we worked today all the time, would I even be here? I know part of the reason I was hired was because of my investigation skills, but I know that most of the reason is because I know my way around a computer. My life depends on technology.

He looked across at Tony, who was eating a sandwich, his dinner. Rather obnoxiously too.

Tony's an investigator. There's no other reason for anyone to hire him; he's so childish. But he's good at what he does.

Ziva was absentmindedly twirling a small throwing knife in her hands, glaring at Tony every few seconds, but not saying anything.

Ziva's a trained assassin. Her skills will never be obsolete. There will always be countries spying on other countries and people killing other people. There's no better person for a job like that than Ziva. There's still a running bet going on when she'll kill Tony.

And finally, Gibbs, eyes on his computer screen, though not actually seeing it. He seemed to be lost in thought, as McGee was.

And the boss… No one's stupid enough not to hire Gibbs for an investigation. There's nobody better in the business. He was the most composed today; as per usual. Because of him, we still managed to catch the bad guy even with our limited resources.

That leaves me.

What if computers stop developing? Eventually everyone will know how to use one, and guys like me will be out of jobs.

He suddenly heard furious tapping on a keyboard followed by a whack.

Gibbs rose from his chair and strode out of the bullpen to the elevator.

"Fix it, McGee," he called over his shoulder.

He smiled, "On it, boss."

Well, maybe not everyone.

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Did you like? Definitely not as good as the first one, but hey, I just wrote this in half an hour, give me a little credit. This is more like the length they will normally be, unless I'm struck by massive inspiration. The first one was a bit longer than I thought it would be. Review please!