Gibbs: Ducky?
McGee: Stuck in traffic, should be here in about twenty minutes.
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"I really think we should have sirens…" Palmer murmered as he pulled the truck to a halt once again.
"And what is next Mister Palmer? Side arms?"
"Well after what happened a few weeks ago, it couldn't hurt." But just as he spoke the phrase he regretted it. "Sorry Doctor."
"It's quite alright. I've put it behind me…I have not however, gotten used to your constant traffic complaints."
"At least we're not lost."
Ducky pointed at him. "Yes, quite."
"But seriously. We need sirens. I mean every second we're in traffic, its one more second that the evidence degrades." He leaned back with a sigh. "Maybe I could go up on the sidewalk?"
The Doctor glanced to his right. "It is sizeable."
"Really? I could totally pull it off…" He shot a look to his counterpart. "You roll down your window and yell and I'll maneuver this bad boy…"
"Before or after we destroy an enormous amount of public property, not to mention the potential injury to a number of civilians?"
"But you said…"
He sighed outwardly. "I said it was sizeable. You are starting to worry me Mister Palmer…you haven't been driving with Ziva have you?"
He changed lanes cautiously. "No sir. I just think we get the shaft…I mean we don't even have a GPS in here."
"Perhaps you should speak with the Director about the matter?"
Jimmy nodded. "Maybe I will."
"Good. Now stop obsessing and focus on the parking lot before us would you?"
"Right Doctor…we should be there in twenty minutes." He grumbled, his eyes occasionally darting to the sidewalk the remainder of the ride.