Tony: Could've been that girl I met at the concession stand while my date was in the bathroom?
Ziva: You need a secretary
McGee: Or a therapist
Gibbs: Or both
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"So you really think I need a therapist?"
McGee yawned just before glancing at his watch. "It's late Tony…"
"Come on, come on. Be honest. Did you mean what you said before?"
Tim threw his bag over his shoulder. "Since when do you care what I say anyway?"
"Since you said I need a therapist…now normally I can take a joke. But something told me you weren't just being sarcastic."
"Tony you may find this hard to believe, but I was being sarcastic. Now let it go. Im tired."
"Are you just saying that to get out of here?"
Tim was determined as he stepped past him. "Whatever works."
Gibbs appeared with impeccable timing as always. "Trying to keep McGee hostage DiNozzo?"
"Of course not boss." Tony stepped aside regrettably and sulked back to his own desk. "So boss…"
"You don't need a therapist."
Tony didn't even bother asking how he knew. "You really think so?"
"I know so. But if you don't stop filling up that black book with numbers you're gonna need more than a therapist…"
He stifled a laugh. "And what's that boss?"
"Bourbon. And lots of it."