March 7
"The man who is pulling his own weight never has time to throw it around." - Peggy J Rudd
"I said no, Probie."
"But Abby needs us!"
"And do you remember what happened the last time she needed our help? We ended up straddling, before being catapulted halfway across the garage."
McGee sighed loudly. He couldn't argue there. "She said to tell you she'd buy you dinner."
"Really?" Tony jumped up, heading towards the elevator before the other man could even reply. "Is she feeling better?" He asked as the doors closed, watching a blush creep along McGee's cheeks. "So McBlusher, what aren't you telling me?"
"Nothing."
"That was a quick come back." Tony shook his head, tutting patronizingly. "Don't let Gibbs see you react like that otherwise I think he might just kill you."
McGee scoffed, already familiar with the death threat that hung over his head considering his relationship with the favorite.
"My two favorite men!" Abby squealed as they entered the lab, hurling herself at Tony. "Well, two out of four anyway. Gibbs being number three. And Bert of course. Although, I guess that Major Mass Spec should be included as well as-"
"Abby." McGee interrupted her, throwing a cautious glance at the overalls she wore and the two shovels leaning against the nearest wall. "What are they for?!"
"We're going grave digging."
Tony punched McGee's arm, scowling. "We're what?"
"We need to dig a grave each." Abby explained like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Who did you kill?"
"Is it for McGee when Gibbs finds out-"
"Finds out what, DiNozzo?" The man in question appeared, earning the same greeting as the other two.
"Gibbs! We're going grave digging for an experiment so I can determine a time span based on our selection of suspects! Are you coming too?!"