Tony: Seriously, don't mention marriage, divorce or Vance.
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Timothy McGee's throat suddenly went dry as the plane began to take off. He had his Boating magazine out and at the ready…but something told him this was going to be the longest five and a half hours of his life. He took in a long breath and remembered the advice Tony had given him. Wait? Tony gave me advice? He was trying to help me? Tony doesn't go that…he was probably just trying to sabotage me by telling me what not to talk about…he was just setting me up to fail. Yeah. That's it. Well I'll show him.
He cleared his throat and looked determined. "So boss…I've been meaning to ask you…"
"Don't."
"I know you probably want to get some sleep…"
"I do." He reclined his chair.
"Marriage." Tim blurted out and watched as Gibbs slowly returned his chair to the upright position.
"What about it?"
"Heard it's the chief cause of divorce." Tim managed a small smile. "Just added a little humor there…"
"No."
Tim nodded vigorously. "Right." He cringed in his mind but tried not to show it. "Speaking of funny…how about Director Vance huh? He's got a pretty good sense of humor don't you think?"
"No I don't."
Tim continued. "I think he's got this preoccupation with my clothes…always telling me to change…get a new pair of shoes…I think it's almost as bad as Palmers shoe fetish…"
Gibbs looked at him the way only he could and reclined his seat a second time. He could hear McGee let out a deep breath or two before responding. "McGee…"
"Yeah boss?"
"Next time…listen to DiNozzo…"