Five minutes ago

Leon Vance was fuming. He pressed the intercom button, hard. "Get me Agent Gibbs."

"Yes sir." His secretary replied. He leaned back in his director's chair. Soon, the intercom crackled to life. "Agent Gibbs is not answering his phone, and is not in his office, sir." Vance pressed the button again.

"Thank you." He said, and released the intercom button. Where the hell was Gibbs? He dialed for Gibbs' cell, but was sent to voicemail. "Gibbs! I want you in my office now!" he replaced the phone, and fumed inwardly.

The door opened, and Gibbs entered, greeting Vance with a cocked eyebrow. "Got your message."

"Where were you, Gibbs?" he asked coolly. Gibbs didn't answer, for a moment.

"Coffee break." He finally said.

"How long do you need for a coffee break? According to Dr. Mallard, you left the crime scene early and did not return." Vance demanded. Gibbs did not look happy.

"Are we here to talk about my coffee habits, Leon? Because you're not going to change anything." Vance looked ready to shoot Gibbs, and even missed the 'Leon'.

"Well, while you were out, what do you think your team was doing?" he demanded again, and it was Gibbs' turn to be all calm and cool.

"How would I know? I'm not their father." He said.

"Well, let me tell you." Vance pressed a button on a remote, and the tape of Tony and McGee's fight played out on the director's plasma. Shock crept into Gibbs' eyes, as he saw the two arguing, and when McGee pulled the first punch, and soon after clogged Tony with a stapler. He gulped, silently, and turned to face Vance again.

"Where is my team now?" Gibbs asked. Vance smiled smugly.

"Where is Agent David?" he replied. "You do realize that your team is one man short."

"Of course I know Ziva's not there." Gibbs announced. "If she were, they'll be dead in seconds." Vance saw the logic in this, he knew the Mossad director's daughter too well.

"I see your point. But where is she, Gibbs?" Gibbs deadpanned.

"How would I know? According to you, I MIA-ed, remember? And you expect me to tell you where Ziva went?" Gibbs asked, feeling annoyed, and briefly wondered how he would deal with his agents. "You should just ask DiNozzo and McGee."

"And that I will." Vance said, and pressed the intercom button. "Send agents DiNozzo and McGee in, please." He released the button, as the silver door opened, and the two agents entered.

"Director Vance, it's not—Oh hey, boss. Glad that you're back." Tony said, trying to act all bright and cheery. The area above his left eyebrow had been cleaned and stitched up, the four stitches prominently displayed like prize trophies.

Band aids covered multiple cuts, while gauze covered the more severe ones, on both agents. Gibbs looked his agents up and down, and a thought instantly popped into his mind: What the hell?

"Agent DiNozzo, can you tell me where Agent David is?" Vance asked. Tony's eyes darted between his two bosses.

"Uh... No. she left the crime scene, sometime after you did, boss." Tony said, referring to Gibbs.

"Well then, Agent McGee, do you know where Agent David is?" Vance asked, to McGee. Gibbs rolled his eyes. He knew where this was going.

"No, sir. We haven't seen her since the crime scene." McGee replied, eyes darting to Gibbs.

"Get your team in order, Gibbs!" Vance exploded, slamming his hands on his table. He turned to DiNozzo and McGee. "And you two! What in the world were you thinking? What made you think that you could fight in the middle of the squad room?"

Gibbs opened his mouth to say something, but was silenced by Vance with a glare. "Find Agent David. After you solve your current case, all of you are on desk duty for a week. Even you, Gibbs."

"Yes sir." DiNozzo and McGee squeaked. Gibbs just glared.

"Good. You may go." Vance said. Tony and McGee scuttled from the room like frightened rabbits, while Gibbs strolled slowly out, letting his glare linger for a moment. He joined his agents in the lift.

"-let us off easy." Tony was saying, but stopped when Gibbs entered. "Hey boss." The lift doors slid shut, and Gibbs flipped the emergency stop switch. Tony and McGee exchanged looks. Elevator conference room. Not good. As the silence drew, the two felt more and more tense, waiting for the storm to come. It did.

"What the hell were you two thinking?" he roared, turning to face them. Tony nearly exploded.

"If you had been there, you would know!" he yelled back, reaching for the switch. Gibbs slapped his hand away.

So this is my fault." Gibbs said, miffed.

"Oh yeah, it is." Tony said. "Mustache." He reminded.

"It's my job to tell him about it." Gibbs said. His senior field agent took a deep breath.

"He would have found out anyway." Tony snarled. "He's more observant than you think." McGee froze. Was that supposed to be good or bad?

"So now you're telling me what to think?" Gibbs said, returning the snarl.

"Sometimes I have to. You underestimate him." Tony said. "McGee. You would have found out, right?" McGee felt like he was standing at a crossroads. One side was to agree with Tony, and get killed by the boss. The other side was to go with Gibbs, and have Tony mock and hate him.

"Um. Yeah. I guess?" McGee replied. Gibbs flipped the switch, and jabbed the next floor's button. The elevator doors dinged open, and Gibbs stormed out. Tony looked at the almost-white McGee, expression saying a grateful 'thanks'.

"Oh great." He said, watching his boss storm off for the second time that day. He turned to McGee. "We're screwed."

A/N: Hey guys, I was gonna post this yesterday, but I had an exam and then I had to study for the next exam plus I was really tired.. In short, I got home and crashed on the couch and slept until the next morning (well, this morning). Again, I am really dramatic. Scenes like these bring out the drama queen in me. I guess you would either like or really, really hate this chapter but I hope you enjoyed it, even a little.

So I guess some of you might say that this is not realistic, that this probably would never happen, it's unlike the characters to do this sort of thing, but I wanted to write this, so if you didn't like it… it's okay. (But don't get mad about it, it's a story)

Anyway, if you liked it, thank you so much! Thank you for reading, and if you've been reading since the first chapter, thank you again! Do review(please tell me how you found this chapter!)/follow/favorite this if you liked it :)

-Eliza:)