Arriving at the scene of a fairly grisly double homicide, McGee was relieved to find that Gibbs had resumed his usual disinterest in the team's personal lives. After spending the whole drive being peppered by questions from both Tony and Ziva, he was glad to take a moment to grab more evidence bags out of the truck. As he stood at the back of the vehicle, the ME van pulled in behind him. Ducky paused as he made his way towards the crime scene
"Morning, Timothy."
"Morning, Ducky."
"Hey McNewlywed! We haven't got all day!" Tony called out
"I see the rumours are true for once" Ducky observed, looking pointedly at McGee's hand. With an amused smile he walked towards the waiting bodies.
"Ah, congratulations?" Palmer offered hesitantly as he followed his boss.
McGee stopped him
"Hey Palmer. How did you know?"
"Mass email." Palmer admitted "It was anonymous, but it wasn't too hard to figure out who sent it."
"Are you coming, Mr Palmer?" Ducky's voice reached them faintly
"Coming, Dr. Mallard" Palmer rushed off.
"I am going to kill him." McGee thought out loud. He was starting to get the feeling he was never going to live this down.
...
When they pulled back into the evidence garage, Tony was quick to grab the evidence crates out of the back of the truck, practically running to the elevator with them. Ziva looked on in surprise, but McGee thought he knew why Tony was so eager to take the crates to Abby. He'd spent the whole morning teasing McGee about their trip to Vegas when Gibbs was out of earshot, and now he wanted to start in on Abby. He watched him go, knowing that he really couldn't do anything to stop him. And he also knew that Abby could take care of herself.
...
Tony dumped the white plastic crate on the stainless steel table, making Abby jump in surprise. She spun, an alarmed expression on her face, relaxing when she saw who it was.
He gave her a wide grin. He knew he probably shouldn't be, but he was enjoying Abby and McGee's little break from reality.
"Tony! You startled me" Abby told him. "What have you got for me?"
"Evidence for my favourite lab rat. Or should that be McLabRat?"
She held up a warning finger. "Don't start that, Tony."
He rolled his eyes. "Brass, a 9mm Browning, and personal effects from our latest crime scene." He looked on as she started to sign the evidence bags. "So I gotta ask Abs, how did McGee manage to talk you into this one?" He watched as a faint flush spread over her face. She looked guilty, he decided, drawing his own conclusions. "It wasn't his idea, was it?"