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Hot Hot Heat

by: Bether (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 001 Word Count: 453
Rating: YTEEN
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, Ziva David, Timothy McGee
Category(ies): Drabble, Character Study, Humor
Pairing(s): - No Pairing -
Summary: The air condition fails again . Naturally this occurs on the hottest day of the year. Unsurprisingly, Gibbs has little sympathy for his agent's plight.

Author Notes: Set sometime after Season 2 (it really doesn't matter when but probably before Season 7's Power Down). For Kelly who selected the prompt hot and asked that it include Gibbs in some form. Unbeta'd, apologies, so do ping me if you catch anything. Thanks!

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It was, of course, the hottest day of the summer when the air conditioning at NCIS decided to fail. (Actually, it was a full blown brownout, complete with dimmed lights and the shutdown of all nonessential systems in order to keep MTAC and autopsy running on full. Naturally the air conditioning was considered nonessential by the sadists who decided such things.)

McGee's eyes widened as the room and his computer screens darkened. "No, no, no!" He began searching around his electronics as if there might actually be some other, fixable reason behind the shutdown. "Tell me this isn't happening again."

Ziva's brow furrowed. "Again?"

Waving her off, Tony picked up his phone. "Before your time." He scowled and slapped it back into the cradle harder than was strictly necessary. (Not that it mattered; it was dead, too.) "Looks like it is, McSweaty."

McGee groaned, dropping his head into his hands. Already the insufferable humidity was starting to edge into the building. Sweat stains were imminent for the unlucky suit-wearing agents.

Ziva's gaze bounced between the two men, a smile playing on her lips. "It's just a little bit of heat."

"Says the woman from a desert country," Tony retorted. "You probably like this weather."

She shrugged but the smirk she tried to hide was as good as a confirmation.

Gibbs chose that moment to waltz in, carrying his usual cup of coffee with him. His gaze swept over the agents and he paused. "Something the matter?"

Tony and McGee exchanged glances, the former speaking only when the silence began to stretch. "The air conditioning's off, Boss."

Raising his brows, he took a sip from his cup. (Somehow he made it a pointed gesture.)

"What Tony means," McGee picked up the conversation thread, "is that all nonessential systems are on low power or shut down due to a brownout. No computers or phones available, minimal lights and Abby is probably stuck running one machine at a time down in the lab."

Gibbs crossed his arms. "So what were you doing before I arrived?"

Now all three agents looked at each other. "Working on case reports," Ziva offered when neither man piped up.

He gave his team his patented "And you aren't doing that now because?" look.

"But, Boss..." McGee's tone was hesitant, "the computers..."

Plucking a pencil from his desk, Gibbs offered it to McGee. "Here, use mine."

McGee accepted it reluctantly. "Uh, thanks." He sounded more downtrodden than grateful at the prospect of writing reports longhand.

There was something of a smirk on Gibbs face as he sat down his desk. It'd been a long time since he'd seen agents handling paperwork the old-fashioned way. He had to admit, he didn't hate it.

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