... Officer, Barbara Swain, Petty Officer Second Class at Jacksonville. She’s been missing for almost four months." He then punched up another image of Barbara Swain next to PO Figgis. Tony "I don't know McNerd. She’s close in age to Carolyn Figgis, similar look," Tony commented. McGee "Same deal, too. Disappeared off the face of the earth. Never made it to work. No witnesses. No clues. ...
...Lady Jen laid her cards on the table, and grinned broadly at the chorus of groans that followed. “ Four queens?” asked McGee, incredulously. “The odds of that are—” “Do not start calculating the odds, McNerd,” said Tony. He pushed the rather large stack of brightly-colored poker chips across Gibbs’s kitchen table. “It’s bad enough she’s won six hands in a row…” “And who was it who chose ...
... better.” Hearing his stomach grumble with an echo from someone else’s in the room, McGee asked, “So when’s the food getting here? Anyone know?” “Hey, Bond is a classic. It was a compliment, McNerd. Shaken, not stirred,” Tony said in his best Sean Connery voice. He had no idea when the food was arriving and shrugged, looking at Ducky. “She said in twenty to thirty minutes. Italian. We eating ...
.... I think ‘Jet Brooks’ isn’t sitting in interrogation right now. Someone else is.” “You think so, McNerd?” Tony asked a little sarcastically. Anyone could have seen that coming. “He’s what? At least ..., you could have just done it yourself, without the head slap.” “Was asking you a question, McNerd. Teamwork, remember, McLone Wolf.” Tony came around and sat on the edge of McGee’s desk. “Searches ...
... could protest all she wanted, but McGee did look up to Tony. Still, after they’d finished their dinners, Tony slapped McGee on the back. “She just took the trash out,” he said. “Go down and get it, McNerd.” “But Gibbs said—why not you?” McGee asked. “Because I’m the Senior Field Agent and I just told you to do it,” Tony said. He gave McGee a look, and though McGee frowned and sighed, he did ...
... he walked into the bullpen. "Tony, McGee is twatting." "It's Tweeting Ziva," McGee told her. "So McNerd is using Twitter. How surprising is it McGee that you should be on the cusp of the nerd social evolution... down at his desk and put his feet up. "Do you know why Twitter only allows 140 Characters McNerd?" "That is to allow a user id to come before the message." "Wrong, it's because Nerds can ...
... he walked into the bullpen. "Tony, McGee is twatting." "It's Tweeting Ziva," McGee told her. "So McNerd is using Twitter. How surprising is it McGee that you should be on the cusp of the nerd social evolution... down at his desk and put his feet up. "Do you know why Twitter only allows 140 Characters McNerd?" "That is to allow a user id to come before the message." "Wrong, it's because Nerds can ...
... he walked into the bullpen. "Tony, McGee is twatting." "It's Tweeting Ziva," McGee told her. "So McNerd is using Twitter. How surprising is it McGee that you should be on the cusp of the nerd social evolution... down at his desk and put his feet up. "Do you know why Twitter only allows 140 Characters McNerd?" "That is to allow a user id to come before the message." "Wrong, it's because Nerds can ...