Gibbs squinted at the photo, turning it one way then the other.
“Uh, Boss?”
“What the hell is that supposed to be?”
McGee tilted his head to look.
“A stylised... errr... triangle?”
They were still both peering at it when Ducky sauntered into the bullpen and glanced between their shoulders.
“That’s nice.” He said before turning back to the file he’d brought up. The two agents turned to him in askance. Ducky looked up again, surprised. Gibbs flapped the photo a bit and opened his mouth to speak. Realisation dawned on Ducky and he chuckled.
“It’s a Christmas tree, Jethro.”