The Bullpen

Abby walked into the bullpen, marginally surprised that everybody was on time this morning and hard at work at their desks. Even Tony. Of course whether or not what he was actually doing on his computer could be considered 'work' was an issue for a later discussion.

"What are you doing here Abby?" Tony asked looking up from his computer. High score. What up.

"Nothing. I just missed you guys. My three musketeers haven't been by my lab too much recently," she said, hopping on the edge of Tony's desk. "Ooh, I love this game."

"Cause we haven't got a case recently Abs," Tony replied, fingers typing furiously. Shark Attack: The Ultimate Typing Game.

"Uh… Palmer?" McGee looked up to Palmer's form, looming over his desk. "Can… I help you?"

"Oh I was just here to see if, you know, that first edition Harry Potter mmphhhh." His sentence was cut short, but not for good behavior.

"Not here! Tony!" McGee hissed.

Tony pretended not to hear their side conversation and mentally filed the potential tidbit for a rainy day. He looked up from his typing… exercise to see Ducky approaching the group.

"Ducky? Did dear Timmy break your golf clubs again?" Tony asked. Yikes, shark bait. The words, they came so fast.

"No, no. I was just stretching my legs. They are rather stiff after all that time in the autopsy room," he said, approaching Ziva's desk and began absent-mindedly ruffling through her papers.

This was the sight that greeted Gibbs (oh thank goodness he had decided to double dose on caffeine this morning).

"Abby wh… Ducky? Palmer! You know what, I don't want to know. Gear up!"

McGee added an extra 'ioj' to his report when Palmer exuberantly exclaimed, "Ah ha!" Right into his ear.

Ducky looked down to the sheet of paper in his hands and sighed, "Pity it's at the corner."

"What did you say Ducky?"

"Oh. Jethro, I, well, I simply said, 'What a day to be a coroner.' We must leave now. Mr. Palmer, come! We have work to do."

Exit Palmer, Ducky, and Abby. Front elevator.

McGee raised his eyebrows and looked to Ziva who raised only one eyebrow, who then looked to Tony who frowned and looked at Gibbs. Who glared.

Exit McGee, Ziva, and Tony. Front elevator too, but faster.