"You are so lying, Probie," Tony says in disbelief.

"I am not," McGee says.

"You seriously bowled a 300 three games in a row?!"

"Yes, I did. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"I just never pictured you as the athletic type."

"You don't have to be an athlete to be a good bowler, Tony."

"Morning," Kate says, dryly, walking toward them.

"What's the matter with you?," Tony asks.

"I don't feel well," she says and then, makes her way over to Gibbs's desk and sets a to-go cup of coffee on it.

"Sick, huh?"

"I'm pregnant, Tony. Of course, I'm sick."

"What's that?," Ziva asks, pointing to the plastic grocery bag that Kate is carrying.

"Just some saltines and ginger ale. My doctor said it could help alleviate the nausea."

Tony suddenly gets an idea and smirks. "So, uh…," he says, getting up from his chair and walking toward her. "What did you have for breakfast?"

"What?!," she asks.

"I imagine you had something gooey," he says with a smirk.

Kate starts looking and feeling sick. "Knock it off, Tony."

"Yeah," he says, still smirking. "One of those sunny side up, fried eggs that you just break open the yoke and all that yellow stuff comes oozing out…"

All of a sudden, Kate barfs all over Tony, shoves him out of the way, and takes off running for the bathroom.

Shocked, Tony looks down at the vomit all over his legs and shoes.

"She warned you, DiNozzo," Gibbs says, walking up and toward his desk.

McGee and Ziva both look away in other directions, trying to keep from laughing.

"DiNozzo, don't just stand there. Go get cleaned up!," Gibbs says, looking up from his computer.

Still shocked and grossed out, Tony begins walking away in Gibbs's and McGee's direction, stepping carefully.

Once Tony is out of sight, McGee and Ziva collapse on their desks, laughing, while Gibbs shakes his head and laughs to himself.

Gibbs picks up his desk phone and dials a number. "Yeah, we need a janitor up here in the squad room."

After a couple of minutes of laughing hysterically, McGee half-way regains his composure, picks up his desk phone, and dials a number.

"Hey, Abby," he says into the phone, still laughing. "You are never gonna believe this…"

THE END

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