Prompt: junk
"Hantavirus"
"All I see here is junk, boss," Tony lamented as he searched through the pile of household crap. It all must have been dumped in this drafty old barn decades ago. He held up a (circa 1980's) hand mixer streaked with dirt.
"Keep lookin,'" Gibbs encouraged, setting aside a stack of moldy National Geographic magazines.
Tim pushed a giant blue furry toadstool chair out of his way. "All I see here is hantavirus."
"Say what?" Tony looked up. The rising dust tickled his nose.
Tim smirked. "From the dust of rodent feces."
"McGee," Gibbs warned.
"Just saying," Tim shrugged.