Tony: In a tragic story of obsessive hobbying turned deadly, an NCIS Agent was discovered in his basement, crushed between a large homemade boat, and an even larger bottle of bourbon…film at 11.
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"It is possible you know." Tony offered to no one in particular, evident by the fact that neither Ziva nor McGee looked up in acknowledgement. "Wood working can be very dangerous…especially after some bubbly…I got called to this house in Baltimore once where this guy was building his wife a shoe cabinet…anyway, he finds out she's cheating on him…lights the thing on fire…long story short…"
"Too late." Ziva added, still not looking up from her work.
Tony continued. "Both their remains were found next to about forty pairs of shoes."
Tim looked up from his computer. "Wow."
"How sad." Ziva agreed.
"No, I meant that's a lot of shoes…" He cringed at the look Ziva shot him. "Sorry…I'm tired."
Tony stood up and paced the length of the bull pen and back again. "Maybe we should get the boss one of those buttons…like they have on TV for old people…" He cleared his throat and fell to the floor, flailing around dramatically. "Help…I've fallen and I can't get up…"
"Having a seizure DiNozzo?" Gibbs appeared behind his head.
Tony stood up quickly and dusted himself off. "Nope…I was just uh…"
"Being noxious." Ziva offered.
Gibbs slipped in behind his desk, satisfied with the explanation for the moment. It wasn't until it was time to go home that Gibbs made a point to address Tony a second time. "You should get one of those button thingys DiNozzo…you know…in case you have another seizure…"
Tony fought back a smile. "Probably a good idea boss…since I live alone and all."
Gibbs agreed. "I may even get one myself."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah…I'd hate to end up on the eleven clock news…"