Jan 19
The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
Shana Alexander
Tobias Fornell did not mind waiting around in the Navy Yard, despite his usual mocking, growls and complaints. It gave him the opportunity to watch people, people he knew performed incredible jobs under so much pressure.
He especially enjoyed watching Gibbs' team. The man somehow made them work like clockwork, with little input needed to attain the necessary results. They were all good in their own ways and worked flawlessly together.
He was trapped in the building until his Director finished his pissing match with Jenny and jurisdiction was decided. Until then, the agent was gathering tidbits of information, aware if he ended up with the case that NCIS would mysteriously fail to co-operate, although Jethro could be bribed with coffee.
For now, he settled for watching Agent McGee work his magic with computers. He wasn't exactly sure what the younger agent was doing and didn't want to know; deniability would be good in a courtroom. Tony and Ziva had disappeared to interview a witness, while Jethro was meeting his caffeine supplier.
McGee was a master at his job. His finger flew over his keyboard, his attention never wavered and he gave his task every ounce of concentration. Such focus, such excellence scared a lot of people. That reaction was unnecessary in Fornell's mind; everyone had strengths and weaknesses.
He rubbed his hand across his chin, feeling the three-day-old stubble that covered it. God, he was getting too old for this. Jethro had better remember to bring him back a coffee or blood would be split.