A/N: Hello, work induced meltdown. Thank you for taking away my mojo. If you would kindly return it as soon as possible, I would be much obliged. Gracias.

A/N2: Also, if you could give me extra hours in the day so that I can watch the episodes of NCIS I'm behind on, that would also be great. Sometimes, being spoiler-free is irritating.

March 27

"If my doctor told me I only had six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster." - Isaac Asimov.

"Probie!" Anthony DiNozzo shouted across the bullpen, caught between dragging the man up from his desk and following everyone else out of the room.

"Just give me a few more minutes." McGee hissed back, eyes fixed on his computer screen, fingers desperately typing.

"What do you want me to do, ask the fire politely to stop coming this way?"

"It's probably just a drill."

"And it could be the plague for all we know, so hurry up!"

"You can leave DiNozzo. I'll be right behind you."

Tony scoffed as he glanced around the deserted room. The fire alarm screeched in his ears, adrenaline running through his body even though it probably was just a drill. Sometimes, you just didn't know. His fingers tingled and his legs buzzed with the need to move. The fight or flight response. Right now, fight seemed the more appropriate choice.

"I will drag you from that chair if you don't move, McPain-in-the-"

"You're too scared I'd kick your ass all the way to-"

"McGee, DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled over the alarm as he approached. "What are you still doing here?"

"I needed to write this down, boss." Tim provided before Tony could say anything. "It was important."

"More important than your lives?" Gibbs grabbed the young man's arm, pulling him to his feet. "Do I have to remind you of the trouble you've been in this week already?"

The alarm stopped then, earning a groan from Tony who slumped into his chair. Gibbs simply glared at McGee, not letting go of his sleeve.

"Boss, I... I didn't think. I knew it would probably just be a drill and I needed to write something down otherwise I'd forget it and you know that I wouldn't usually do anything like this but-"

Gibbs held up a hand to stop him. Letting go, he simply left in the direction of the elevator.

"One of these days you're going to get us killed." Tony mumbled as Tim carried on typing, the hint of humour clear in his voice. "But whether it's going to be by Gibbs or this new recklessness you've found, I have no idea..."