Gibbs strolled down into autopsy, coffee firmly in hand. He had this strong urge for some adult company. And no, his team did not count as adults. Not by a long shot. Never had and probably never would.

After the obligatory scaring Palmer off to Abby (it didn't take much these days) and shrugging off the disapproving look that Ducky sent him for doing so, he finally got what he came for.

"Glad it's over?" Ducky asked knowingly.

Gibbs grunted in reply. The caffeine hadn't hit his system yet.

"I have to say, Jethro, I am impressed that we did not have a repeat of last year. Everyone actually behaved."

"Appeared to behave," Gibbs corrected.

Amusement flickered across Ducky's face before he carefully hid it.

"Oh dear, what did they do? I didn't see anything happen between anyone. And I made sure to stress to Mr Palmer about appropriate questions this time."

Gibbs couldn't help the snort that escaped him at the mention of Palmer's awkward questions the last time. Why he thought that asking about dead, naked bodies was a good thing, he'd never know.

"They weren't paying attention; I can tell you that."

"I very much doubted that they would," Ducky said, not looking surprised at all. "You can't mean that you expected them to. I assume you are talking about Anthony and Ziva?"

"Who else? And I expected them to at least pretend."

Pretending to listen meant that the speaker didn't complain about time wasted on people who didn't listen. Which meant that he didn't get an earful about his team from the Director. Which, unfortunately, did happen today.

"At least they weren't disruptive," Ducky tried to reassure them.

"They're lucky that they aren't get quizzed on that damn talk. They spent the whole time looking at those photos."

"Photos?"

"Beach photos."

Ducky still looked confused. "Beach photos? Why would Anthony and Ziva have beach photos? Neither of them have gone on holiday recently."

"Of them as kids. At the beach."

"Oh, that makes much more sense. But why would they show each other photos like that?"

"Hell, if I know."

"Well, what was the problem if they weren't being disruptive?"

Did Ducky really not know of the chaos those photos had caused? Really?

"It wasn't just the talk. They've been causing trouble all week."

Ducky raised an eyebrow.

"So, what did you do?"

"What do you mean, what did I do?"

"About the photos," he clarified. "I very much doubt that you would let chaos reign for very long."

"I took them off them."

Gibbs was still incredibly pleased how he managed to fool Tony when he did that. It was satisfying seeing Ziva's look of surprise when he asked them off her as well but confusing Tony had been fun.

"You confiscated the photos off them?" Ducky asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes. After the damn lecture, unfortunately."

He still couldn't believe that they'd brought them in with him. Just what had they been thinking? They hadn't been thinking, that's what. Both of them some of the most intelligent people he'd ever worked with and they did this? Idiots.

"What were they doing with them after the lecture?" Ducky asked, confused.

"Nothing since I took 'em."

"They weren't doing anything with them?"

"Nope."

He hadn't been about to give them a chance to. No way.

"Then why did you even bother to take them after?"

"Because they've caused enough of a damn distraction. I'm ending it."

Ducky raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Just how much of a distraction can photos be?"

He just gave him a dark look. This was Tony and Ziva they were talking about; they could make anything a distraction (and for some reason make anything vaguely sexual) quite easily. Ducky thought for a moment before he began to laugh, much to his annoyance.

"What's so funny, Duck?" Gibbs asked impatiently.

"It's just, Jethro, you always say that you feel like a high school principal and well," he gestured at the photos in Gibbs' hands, "well, now you are acting like one."

He looked at the photos and then over to his friend who was looking far too amused by this. Making an exasperated noise he put them back in his pocket.

Then he thought otherwise and took them back out of his pocket and cursed as photos fluttered everywhere. He'd managed to lift it out in such a way that it had ended up upside down.

"That's a lot of photos." Ducky observed.

"Ya think?"

And every single one was a photo of his agents at the beach. He could feel sand in his shoes just looking at them. He hated the feeling of sand in his shoes. Got enough of that in the Marines. Gibbs never understood the attraction of the beach with all the people and the waves rushing in. Give him the forest with the trees and the company of squirrels and the odd racoon any day.

He gathered them all together and flung them down on the nearest autopsy slab. He had to figure out what to do with them because there was no way he was carting them about. That was just asking for trouble and he's had enough of that. It was incredibly tempting to just destroy them but for some reason he didn't feel like he could do it. It seemed wrong to just destroy photos. They weren't even his photos anyway.

"Ah, they really were quite sweet, were they not?" Ducky commented, picking them up and rifling through them.

Gibbs snorted loudly. Sweet was not the word he would be using for DiNozzo and David right now. In fact, catch him ever using that word to describe his team.

"Oh, what has Anthony got in his hands?"

"Haven't looked at them."

Nor did he intend to. He wanted to get rid of them.

"You took photos off them and didn't even look at them?"

"Yep."

Ducky held one up - it was of Tony.

"Would you like to now?"