So after 2 hours on instant messenger this morning...this is what we came up with!

"Special Agent Gibbs!" Director Morrow's voice sounded from above the bullpen. The rest of his team ignored it, but Gibbs looked up as Morrow hooked a finger at him. He sighed wearily and lifted himself out of his chair.

He ignored the Director's assistant, as per usual, as he walked into Morrow's office. Tom looked up and put down the file.

"Gibbs." He gestured towards the chair.

"Gonna fire me Tom?" Gibbs asked. Tom laughed.

"Why? What have you done?" Morrow asked, eyeing Gibbs warily. Gibbs smiled lightly.

"Nothing…this week." Morrow rolled his eyes and leant forward, clasping his hands on the desk in front of him.

"No, Gibbs, I have a job for you. Brigadier General Evans's wife has been on the phone this morning." Gibbs squeezed the arm of the chair. Evans was his friend, had been for years. The was only one reason his wife would be on the phone with Morrow.

"What happened?" Gibbs demanded.

"He's been involved in a murder, local Leo's are holding him, says he is the number one suspect." Ok, maybe there were two reasons. Gibbs heaved a sigh of relief and scowled at Morrow.

"You trying to give me a heart attack?" Morrow let out a small laugh.

"Sorry Jethro. His wife is desperate to get you down there to help him out. She even sent me an email." He turned his screen around to show Gibbs the email. Gibbs leant forward, squinted and leant back. Morrow laughed again.

"Get some glasses Jethro." Gibbs scowled again and sat back.

"Why me?"

"Because… we both know Evans couldn't kill anyone unless in the line of Duty." Morrow took a deep breath. "And I am thinking of moving on. Homeland Security have a position available that could be very good for my career." Morrow turned the screen back around and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Your career? Isn't nearly over?" Gibbs couldn't resist the dig at Morrow's age and Morrow shook his head.

"Funny. Evan's was one of the few potentials to take over…I need complete discretion on this one Gibbs." Morrow stood up and walked over to the drinks cabinet, pouring himself a large whiskey and sat back down.

So…where are we going?" Gibbs asked. Morrow stared at him for a few seconds, taking a sip before speaking once again.

"Pour yourself a drink, you might need one."

"So when do you think the last time the boss got laid was?" Tony's voice interrupted typing from McGee and had the usually calm and collected Ziva choking on her coffee. She stared dumfounded at him.

"What? It's a perfectly legitimate question." He defended himself.

"One I do not wish to think about Tony." Ziva answered, rolling her eyes at McGee who shook his head in despair.

"No seriously guys…when?" Tony asked, taking his feet of his desk and leaning forward, a glint in his eyes.

"When was the last time you got…laid, Tony?" Ziva asked, raising her eyebrows at Tony as McGee sighed in the corner.

"Last night…" Tony ignored the snort from McGee, "What about you, Zee-Vah?"

"Two nights ago."

"Really?"

"Yes Tony…really." Tony and Ziva both turned to look at McGee who tried to ignore their stares. He looked up, expecting them to have gotten tired waiting but they were both still staring at him. He swallowed.

"I…uh..."

"Spill it, McGonads." Tony grinned at him across the bullpen as McGee's skin turned an ever brighter shade of red. He spluttered for a few moments before Gibbs strode back into the bullpen. McGee's eyes lit up and before he had a chance to think he opened his mouth.

"When was the last time you…" Gibbs turned towards McGee and McGee's eyes widened as he realized his mistake.

"Grab your gear guys, we're heading out." McGee heaved a sigh of relief as Tony grinned at him as he grabbed his bag.

"And would you guys please stop talking about sex….we're going to get enough of that in Arizona." Gibbs said, walking towards the elevators. Tony's eyes widened and he practically ran after Gibbs.

"Why boss? Naval death in a brothel? Prostitution Ring? Oooh, I know, unexplained death in a strip club." Gibbs stared at him and rolled his eyes.

"Seriously Boss, why are we going to Arizona?" Gibbs pressed the down button as he replied. McGee swallowed, Ziva chuckled and Tony gasped.

"Uh Boss…I don't think I heard you right, I mean, I couldn't have heard you right because I thought you said…"

"You heard right DiNozzo." Gibbs replied as the doors slid closed, already regretting the fact that he had asked to bring the rest of the team.

"But Boss…you said…"

"I know, Dinozzo, Sex Addiction Clinic."

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