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A/N: Wow! I can't believe I'm actually finishing this story. I think this is the first time in my writing career that I've seen a multi-chapter story through. Thank you all so much for your reviews! I wouldn't have made it to the epilogue without you.

Epilogue

Coming back to work was a far from pleasant experience for McGee. It took all of his willpower to refrain from rubbing his still sore behind, or wincing every time he shifted in his chair. He didn't want anyone on the team to know what had transpired the night before.

Gibbs of course said nothing, didn't even acknowledge that it happened. He'd been punished, and therefore the subject never needed to be brought up again.

Sometime around noon he was about ready to get a bite to eat when Abby called him.

"Hey Tim!" she chirped, ever cheerful. "I need you to come down to the lab for a minute. It's important."

"Sure thing Abbs." He frowned, deciding that grabbing a Caf-Pow! on the way would be a good idea. A short span of time later, he was walking (somewhat painfully) into Abby's lab. The scene of the crime... he quickly squelched that thought.

"Hey; what's up?" he asked semi-casually as he handed her the caffeinated beverage. It was hard to keep his composure when he could see his laptop sitting on the table.

"McGee." She set the drink on the table behind her loudly, the sound echoing throughout the lab. Abby then whipped out a flashlight and shone it in his face. "Where were you between the hours of midnight and two pm last night?"

"Um... at home?" he tried. He really sucked at lying, but telling Abby what happened would be a nightmare.

"Wrong, McLiar." Despite the fact that he couldn't see, he knew Tony's obnoxious tone anywhere. "That computer-" Tony pulled out a laser pointer and a red dot circled the laptop, "-puts you here at around midnight. And the fact that Gibbs-" this time he pointed at the large portrait of their boss on the wall, "- drove you in this morning means that you stayed at his house last night; which means whatever you were doing-" he pointed it straight at McGee, "-you got caught!" he smiled smugly.

McGee sighed and rolled his eyes. "Okay yes, I was here; brilliant Sherlock. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back-"

"Ah ah ah!" Tony chastised while Abby wagged her finger. "We still haven't gotten to the part about what you were doing, McRocket Boy!"

"Well I-"

"Timmy!" Abby looked at him sadly. "How could you do such a thing?"

"Abby I'm sorry, we didn't-"

"Think that a girl could join your rocket boys?"

"Abby that not actually what-"

"Then what Tim? What?" She glared at him accusingly.

Backed into a corner, he began to babble. "Spencer was just showing me so we could blow off steam after the case. We were going to show you later after we'd perfected it," he pleaded "but then we were doing it here and Director Vance caught us and-" He looked like a lost puppy.

"Wait!" Abby threw up a hand, advancing on him. "You mean to tell me that you fired rockets in my lab!?"

"Y-yes?" McGee was slowly backing away.

"Whoa Probie. I didn't think you had the balls for that. What did Gibbs do?" Tony asked with a ridiculously large grin on his face.

"What do you think?" McGee looked mournfully at the chair, wincing when he saw the imprint of the canister.

"Ah." Tony clapped him sympathetically on the shoulder as he walked out. Abby seemed satisfied with that, and contentedly sipped her drink.

McGee pulled a face, but he was glad that he wasn't the only one who got this sort of reprimand. In an incredibly bizarre way, it sort of brought him and Tony together.

Strong emphasis on the sort of.

(Break)

Spencer shifted in his seat for the 13th time in the last half hour. His rear wasn't nearly as sore as it had been last night, but the car ride from Washington had still taken its toll. Despite the chair's padding, he simply couldn't gain relief from the burning, stinging pain.

He figured that he was being fairly inconspicuous. No one would think it strange if he casually got up and got some coffee.

He did so, hiding the wince that struggled to come free when he stood, walked, and only eased when he stood still at the counter. He poured himself a cup, allowing himself a wince when he leaned over to get the sugar, and then liberally poured it in.

"Hey." Reid jumped a mile when he heard Morgan behind him. "You're jumpy this morning." Morgan poured himself a cup. "And fidgety. Long night?"

"Uh, no. Just a nice, relaxing evening." He replied, carefully casual.

"Right." Morgan didn't buy it for a minute. "Come on kid, talk to me."

"Um..." Reid glanced around the coffee room surreptitiously before continuing. "I was sort of showing McGee last night how to make rockets to unwind from the case..."

"Okay." Morgan shrugged. "Two colleagues having some fun after a long case; nothing wrong with that."

"No; except we sort of set up the launch site in Abby's lab..."

Morgan's eyebrows would have shot up into his hair if he had any. "And did you 'sort of' get caught?"

"A little bit, yeah." Reid nodded guiltily, looking back again to the bullpen.

"Kid." Morgan sighed, and patted him on the shoulder as he walked back to his work.

Sure, he gets to act all high and mighty, Reid thought. But then he had to wonder; why didn't Morgan get the same treatment he did? Feeling rather put out, he walked back to the bullpen, already planning to find out.

~Fin.

A/N: And that's all folks! Thanks again for reading this all; I hoped you enjoyed it and I'll see you again next time!

~GTS