Gibbs finished securing Corporal O'Leary, making sure that the cuffs were snug around his wrists. He didn't like Marines who stole weapons from their base and sold them on the black market. And in his book, selling them to home-grown white supremacist nuts was as bad as selling them to foreign terrorists.
A quick glance at Tony confirmed that he had the two nuts in question under control, and was marching both of them towards the door and the waiting cars. Gibbs used a rough hand between the shoulder blades to propel O'Leary after them.
It was only then, the situation under control and the risk of one of their suspects taking a hostage safely averted, that he had time to wonder where the hell McGee was, when he was supposed to be covering one of the two would-be buyers that DiNozzo was currently dealing with on his own.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the two college-girl coffee shop attendants trying to sneak out the back door, now that Tony was no longer blocking that exit. What the hell? he thought.
But he quickly dismissed the girls from his mind, his eyes coming to rest on his youngest agent, sitting tucked up in the corner of a booth, his legs drawn up to his chest, his chin resting on his knees.
Giggling.