Gibbs looked up from where he was sweeping, and glanced at Tony. He knew the younger man was bored, but there was nothing they could do on the case until the search warrants came through. But just as he was about to suggest that his antsy agent should go for a run, Tony stopped drumming his fingers on the counter and disappeared down one of the aisles, apparently continuing his exploration of the store.
A minute later, he reappeared, juggling some small balls that he'd obviously found on one of the shelves.
'Tony...' Gibbs growled warningly.
'What?'
'If you break something in here...'
'C'mon, Boss, I'm not going to...'
But before he could even finish the sentence, Tony lost control of one of the balls. It bounced off the edge of a shelf, knocking over several boxes of cereal before careening past him and smashing into a cola display. A three-foot fall was enough to split open the plastic bottles, spraying Tony from head to foot with their pressurised contents.
Gibbs leaned the broom against a shelf, promising his father that Tony would clean up the mess he'd made in a few minutes. He seized his agent by the arm and steered him firmly towards the back room.
But not before he grabbed the paddle from the counter.