He kept smiling while he continued with his task at hand.
Keeping his hands occupied was the best for him; he figured that out long time ago.
It was the one thing that kept him sane, when his favourite was not around.
He moved the sandpaper one last time over the piece of wood in front of him.
The ringing of his cell intermitted his thoughts.
"Yeah, Gibbs." He heard the voice of his senior field agent. "Dead Navy Officer." "Where?" "Norfolk." "On my way."
Still two weeks left before he had to be done, was his thought before leaving his basement to get to the crime scene.