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Gibbs had thunder clapping all around him as he descended in the elevator, ready to tear the scrawny Palmer limb from limb.
The elevator doors opened and Palmer was already standing there to enter, his expression naturally fearful upon being in the presence of Gibbs, but the thunder just made it worse.
Gibbs grabbed flimsy Jimmy by his shirt and pulled him into the small room. The doors closed.
He wouldn't hurt the poor kid, of course - unless he gave him no choice - but he certainly could interrogate him to the point of wetting his pants.
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Meanwhile...
The gang was still up in the bullpen, doing anything but work as it seemed, contemplating their strange day as the afternoon rolled into the evening.
Tony sighed. "I forgive you guys."
Tim smiled, looking up from his writing. "Well, thank you, Tony."
Tony looked up at Ziva.
"I said I forgive you," he said.
Ziva typed some things on her computer without looking up. "I do not recall apologizing, Tony."
Tony's brow furrowed. "Well I forgive you anyway!" He yelled. She only glanced at him curiously.
He sighed again, happy it was Friday and looking forward still to getting all those rumors straight and going home already.
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"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Jimmy Palmer squealed in the elevator as he collapsed under Special Agent Gibbs' gaze, morale effectively trampled after vehement federal-grade interrogation.
Gibbs smirked inwardly. He could crack anyone's sanity like a breakfast egg.
"Agent Lee and I broke Rule Twelve!" Nearly sobbed the poor man with confidence like gelatin.
Gibbs looked at the boy incredulously. "What?"
"I'm sorry! Please don't tell the director!" He pleaded, shrinking, before adding as an afterthought, "and please don't hurt me."
Gibbs resorted to his usual sternness and pressed the button for the bullpen as Palmer eyed the button warily and Gibbs with confusion.
"Wait... that is what you meant, right? You found out about me and Agent Lee breaking the rule?"
He eyed the slim man. "Rule Twelve?"
Palmer gulped, awaiting his punishment, and bowed his head ceremoniously. "Yes."
He looked the strange intern up and down. "No. Doesn't matter; you aren't coworkers."
Jimmy thought about that for a moment before a smirk formed on Gibbs' face and a relieved grin occupied his own.
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Gibbs strode into the bullpen slurping coffee while Palmer wandered off to the law department. Others emptied out the room as five o'clock arrived while Tony, Ziva, and McGee all stood as the silver-haired man entered their circle.
"Boss," Tony said as Gibbs eyed them all, we have to talk to you about something.
The older man raised a brow and glanced at Tim and Ziva who awaited the ball to drop. "Case?"
Tony's palms started feeling clammy and he wondered if it was getting hot. "No, not exactly..."
"Spit it out, DiNozzo!"
"I saw you and Abby!"
The room was dead silent.
Gibbs' eyes burned like cigarettes. "What?"
"Tony, you idiot!" Ziva yelled. "You have no grace with such things!"
"Hey it's not my fault!" Tony returned. "You two voted me the sacrifice! What was I supposed to do?!"
"Not your fault?! This is all your fault!"
"He claims he's a sacrificial goat!" Ziva huffed.
Tony cleared his throat. "It's lamb, Ziva."
"Do not correct my English!"
Tim was getting mad. "Hey now...!"
The three all started shouting over each other as Gibbs stood in the middle, brows furrowing more as he grew increasingly annoyed.
Just then, the elevator dinged! and Abby walked out just to say goodnight and saw all the excitement, looking concernedly and confusedly between all of them, Caf!Pow in hand.
As Gibbs was about to shout, someone beat him to the punch.
"All of you get yourselves under control!" Jenny Shepard shouted from the balcony, Ducky standing next to her. "This needs to be sorted out right now."
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