Show me… Timothy McGee.

She closed her eyes again and waited several minutes. She needed to wait until McGee came into the scene, which should be in a few minutes.

To pass the time, she thought of when McGee had been promoted to full time special agent, and when Gibbs had become his official boss.

Her and Tony had given him a Gibbs slap, telling him to get used to it.

She smiled at the memory, and opened her eyes.

Kate looked down to find McGee walking to his desk, and Tony using his fingers to drum his desk. As McGee settled into his chair and turned on his computer. Tony forced a loud laugh to get their attention.

"Something caught in your throat, Tony?" He looked at Ziva, who was smirking.

"It's called laughing, Ziva. You should try it." He got up and walked over to McGee.

"You lied to Me, McGee." He looked up, feigning innocence.

"And what did I lie to you about Tony?"

"You said we were all going to go to the bar yesterday."

"No, I didn't. I didn't even mention a bar."

"Aha Elf Lord. You stood me up. You said everyone was going." He put his hands on McGee's desk, glaring at him. "I'm not dumb Tim."

"DiNutty, I didn't tell you that. You have to have me mixed up with someone else. I didn't even know we were all supposed to be going to a bar last night."

"Then who called me right after work telling me to head to the bar at 9?" McGee looked around Tony to where Ziva was shuffling papers, smiling slightly. Tony followed his gaze and Ziva looked up at them.

"What?"

Tony walked over to Ziva's desk, but Kate's eyes didn't follow him. Rather, she focused on Tim, who was watching them with an amused expression on his face.

Soon, his eyes were diverted back into his computer screen, and he began typing away.

She wished she could read his mind. Just to know what he was thinking. Is he thinking about Tony and Ziva? Maybe what he's writing? What is he writing anyway?

She moved the scene around so that she could focus on a close-up of McGee. On the computer screen was an open document, with McGee typing about going into a trailer. Oh. He's writing about the last case. Just like Tony had been doing. As much as they used to bicker, they really can be alike.

Kate thought back to when they were investigating a crime in a campground. He and Tim had been semi-fighting about McGee being able to figure things out himself. She and Tony had laughed before Runyon's interview; with them wondering what Gibbs would do if Runyon decided to relieve him self in the investigation room. And Tony ended up having to clean it.

She laughed to herself. She missed those days, those small moments, that she couldn't get out of her head. Those moments played on repeat in her mind, like some sort of a movie that never seems to end.

"Oh, McGee."

She watched him send the report to the director, and close the document, saving it. He got up, and handed a coffee cup to Ziva.

"Thank you, McGee."

"Anytime."

"Hey! McGee! What about me?"