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Author's Note: Okay I know this isn't the most exciting chapter, its just a filler really but the next chapter the rest of the CBI team arrive so hopefully you'll like it and hopefully it'll be done today as long, as the laptop stays alive so fingers crossed.. Thanks so much to Astellya, ShunKickShunKers, stamper55555, Dani-9900 and Jisbon4ever for reviewing :)

Rigsby let out a sigh and shoved the empty chip packets into the trash before glancing at the team, it had been a very, very slow day so far and it wasn't even lunch yet although he his lunch had accidentally found itself into his stomach already. Without a case or Jane to bother them he was all caught up on his paperwork as were the more organized Van Pelt and Cho.

He glanced at his beautiful ex-girlfriend who was trying not to look bored as she tied her desk- again- while Cho sat back in his chair tapping a pen on the desk with cracks of boredom in his usual impassive expression.

"Cho can you knock it off, its annoying," complained Van Pelt half hearted.

"I'm bored," Cho admitted.

"Read a book."

"I already finished it."

"Well... carry on then," muttered Van Pelt.

"I can't believe Lisbon took Jane with her and not us," Rigsby announced suddenly.

"Knowing Jane I doubt she had much of a choice," Cho offered.

"Poor Lisbon, losing her brother... wish we could do something to help," Van Pelt said sadly and silence fell again. Rigsby swore Jane must be getting to them, an idea had suddenly popped into his mind and refused to leave him to his eternal boredom.

"I have an idea," he said and the other's eyes immediately focused on him expectantly, "we're not doing anything here... why not go and help... with the investigation... in DC."

"Great idea."

"I am so in."

"Really?" blinked Rigsby surprised they agreed with him,

"Yeah, I checked the flight times already," Cho told them, "next flight is in an hour."

"I've already booked our tickets," Van Pelt added excitedly.

"Err... shouldn't we go run this by Hightower first?"

"Run what by me first?" asked the woman in question who had appeared in the bullpen...

"You guys really need to get a couch in here," complained Jane as he reluctantly sat on McGee's chair.

"Why do you need a couch?" wondered Gibbs trying not to glare at him, he could not wait for the other two to come back with Shaw for the interview although he was curious to where they are as it was dark by now.

"Helps me think," answered Jane as he half spun on the chair.

"Jane," warned Lisbon and he stopped, "how much longer till your agents are back?"

"Soon if they want to keep thier jobs," muttered Gibbs taking another sip from his coffee cup.

"What d'ya think is taking them so long?" asked DiNozzo looking bored.

"Ask the psychic."

"I'm sensing Shaw was overdosing on cocaine and they are with him at the hospital waiting for news to call you with," Jane answered readily.

"Yeah right!" laughed DiNozzo, "I'll bet you $20 you're wrong."

"Deal," grinned Jane.

"And you know this because...?" offered Lisbon.

"If he was at his apartment they'd be back by now, if he wasn't or he was dead they'd have called by now therefore he must be sick or injured and everything I know about him says that he's addicted to cocaine so most likely overdosing," Jane explained and DiNozzo looked slightly worried.

"Logical deducement," Gibbs grudgingly admitted.

"Yes it is," agreed Vance walking towards them.

"And you are...?"

"The Director of NCIS," Jane answered Lisbon's question swiftly, "c'mon he has a whole commanding director-esque air about him."

"Impressive Mr Jane," mused Vance, "I am the director, Leon Vance and you two must be Agent Lisbon and Mr Jane of the CBI. Nice to meet you both and I am so sorry about your brother Agent Lisbon."

"Thank you sir."

"Did you want something?" asked Gibbs.

"Yes actually, as I've already told you NCIS is interested in working with CBI on this case so I have authorized the rest of Agent Lisbon's team to come and help with the investigation," Vance explained, "they should arrive sometime tonight, okay. In the meantime do we have any leads?"

"Shaw looks good for it," offered DiNozzo.

"Maybe," mused Jane.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Why get a penny when you'll be giving me $20 in a few minutes?" Jane retorted flashing his annoying grin at DiNozzo and right on cue the phone started ringing, "put it on speaker."

"Where's our suspect McGee?" demanded Gibbs.

"He's... well he was overdosing so we had to call and ambulance," came McGee's voice over the speaker and Gibbs almost smiled at DiNozzo's scowl.

"Is he alive?" asked Lisbon curiously.

"Yeah, they say he should be fine but... he errr... he's sedated now and won't be awake till the morning."

"Damn," muttered Lisbon.

"Okay McGee, you and Ziva sit on him to make sure he doesn't go anywhere tonight."

"Okay boss," agreed McGee before hanging up.

"The rest of you can call it a night," Vance told them turning to leave.

"Hey Vance, can I offer a suggestion?"

"Yes Jane?"

"You need to buy a couch for NCIS."

"I'll think about it," Vance murmered slowly and doubtfully as he left for his office, "goodnight..."