When McGee got to the crime scene, he found his boss not in a jurisdictional pissing contest with the FBI. "McGee- this is Agent Seeley Booth. We're sharing the investigation." And if that wasn't weird enough, the author, Tempe Brennan, arrived about fifteen minutes later, zipping up a dark blue jumpsuit.
"Special Agent Gibbs, this is Dr. Temperance Brennan, my partner, and head of a team of squi...err, forensic experts at the Jeffersonian. We'll be processing the crime scene and-"
Gibbs cut him off. "My ME and forensics team will be processing the crime scene. We've got a dead Marine, we've got lead on this."
The man called Booth shrugged. "You're the boss, Gibbs."
Knowing what kind of money the Jeffersonian could command, and picturing Abby's glee at the state of the art shiny lab they'd only seen in pictures, McGee was pretty sure they'd be using the Jeffersonian lab anyway.
"McGee, glad you could join us. Nice--- outfit." Gibbs said, with a raised eyebrow at the tweed blazer. He tossed McGee one of Ducky's coveralls. "Body's in the ravine. I want you tagging and bagging." McGee slithered into the coverall, already starting to itch from imagined poison ivy. He hated woodsy crime scenes. There was a badly decomposing body in a Marines uniform, next to fragments of what had to be a human skeleton, wrapped in decaying fabric.
"Caucasian male, between twenty-five and thirty when he died," said Tempe Brennan, not looking up from the skull as McGee approached. "Oh! You're not Booth. You're from the bookstore!"
"I, um, work for NCIS. And what I write is fiction. Which has nothing to do with investigations," he added, with a swiftness borne of his team's longstanding teasing.
"Are you in the military yourself?"
"Actually no, I do tech for them, I- hang on, could you stand back so I can get a shot of your bones, um, the skeleton?"
"Interesting for a civilian to align himself with such a militaristic organization," Tempe mused as she scooted out of the way. "Historically," and she got a faraway look identical to the one that preceded one of Ducky's tangents.
McGee couldn't wait to get the NCIS team over to the Jeffersonian, working on solving the crime.