"That's it!"

Monsters. It had to be monsters.

Gibbs slammed the phone down and dug out a dusty binder from his desk that was labeled "Dale Cooper's FPD Protocols".

( A few phone calls later... )

Soooo ( Read more... )

You know what I had to do to make sure I could pull off a spokesperson selling a beer for AU Weekend?

( Research! )

As far as Gibbs was concerned the past weekend never happened.

There was no walking through the forest. There was no visiting the station. There was no canoing. There was no going to the bar or singing of John DenverIt. Never. Happened. That was his story and he was sticking to it ( Read more... )

No. It's not Gibbs wandering through the forest carrying a bottle of beer and being trailed by teal deer. And for some reason he seems to be talking to no one in particular ( Read more... )

Normally working on his boat was a relaxing activity. A way to push aside recent events and focus on what was in front of him.

However due to the recent Gremlin invasion, Gibbs has spent the last week repairing all the damage that was done to the frame.

"God damn bastards."

It really hadn't put him in a good mood.

[Yeah, meant to put this up ( Read more... )

It wasn't odd to see Gibbs in the basement working on his boat. As a matter of fact it would be stranger to see Gibbs outside of the house doing anything else than working on his boat.

However outside of working a shift at the station, Gibbs had been putting in a little more time in his boat that usual. As for the reason why? Well, Gibbs was ( Read more... )

The events of the last two days had been distracting enough for Gibbs that when he woke up this morning, he had completely forgotten what day it was ( Read more... )

All but one of the rooms in the critical care unit of Good Samaritan Hospital were occupied tonight, the prognosis for each of those occupants about what you'd expect in the CCU. What might be slightly unusual, at least for the night, was the small cluster of grim-faced Baltimore police officers just leaving one of the rooms ( Read more... )

[MCA#3 : Evening]

There was music playing but Gibbs wouldn't be able to tell you a damn thing about who it was or what they were singing about.

( Mostly because Gibbs was in bed with a certain lawyer... )