Since it's been such a long time since Trading McPlaces, I decided to make this story part two of a brain swapping series rather than more chapters of the old story.

In the first story, Trading McPlaces, Abby had used a potion to swap brains with McGee for a day. Tony was suspicious but couldn't convince Gibbs. When we last left out intrepid special agents and Goth forensic scientist, Abby had just succeeded in swapping back brains with McGee – or had she? At the last moment Gibbs had got himself involved in the equation.


Trading another McPlace - the Gibbs connection.

Opening his eyes, McGee was relieved to see Abby hovering above him. He was even more relieved to hear her voice coming from her mouth again.

"How you doing?"

"Great."

Hold on – not so great. That wasn't his voice. He sat up straighter and saw himself sitting on the floor beside Abby.

"Who…..?"

"Gibbs," said Abby flatly.

"I can't believe this," Gibbs said incredulously.

"We've been living like this for nearly 12 hours," said McGee.

"Not the body swapping thing," Gibbs dismissed him. "DiNozzo was right!"

Abby and McGee stared at each other in mystified silence.

Finally, McGee broke. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Abby said. "This wasn't in the spell book. I'm going to have to do some reading and contact my local witch."

"I know what I'm going to do," said Gibbs raising McGee's body to a stand. "McGee: you're getting a marine grade hair cut. This floppy long haired fringe thing is starting to look like a bad comb-over."

"Not the buzz cut again, please," Abby begged.

"I liked the buzz-cut," said Gibbs indignantly.

"Excuse me…," McGee cut in.

"What?" said Gibbs and Abby in unison.

"It's my hair."

"No now it 'aint," Gibbs informed him with a smirk of satisfaction. "Abbs pass me some scissors and a mirror."

"No mirror," Abby replied, digging scissors out of a drawer, "but here, try a shiny dvd."

"But, boss," McGee pleaded watching in horror as Abby's well-honed blades hovered inches from his precious locks. "I was growing it for someone special. She's a, well, a fan of mine."

"So now there are two things wrong with her."

"Well, actually she's your fan too. Her penname is iheartTibbs."

"She cute?"

"Oh yeah."

"Maybe I'll just give it a trim."

"Very cute," McGee tried again. "Abbs, back me up."

"She rocks, Gibbs," Abby confirmed.

Gibbs frowned as McGee plastered a 'standing two rungs from the bottom of the ladder' look across his own face in anticipation of hirsute assault. It didn't look good. Finally he relented, "Just a trim."

Examining McGee's hair carefully in the mirror, Gibbs chopped deftly, stoically ignoring McGee's whimpering as each strand was sacrificed – almost as if it were causing actual bodily pain. When he finally placed the scissors on the table, only an inch had been removed from the front.

McGee let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks boss."

"Don't thank me yet," Gibbs warned. "If we don't get this sorted soon, I'll make that buzz cut look like an afro."

McGee gulped audibly.

Gibbs turned his attention to Abby who seemed to have a vested interest in the length of McGee's hair. "Whatcha doing Abs?" he asked ominously.

Oblivious to the impending doom, Abby mused, "I was just trying to imagine McGee's hair like the Director's now – you know with that end flick going and the front bits tied back. He'd sort of look like George of the Jungle."

"You don't think you should be summoning that witch friend of yours or whatever it is you do."

"Call – she has a cell. Most modern witches…"

Gibbs moved McGee's face within an inch of Abby's. "Call her," he growled malevolently.

Abby's eyebrows rose and she tilted her head to catch McGee's Gibbs encased eyes. "Mmm, McGee: I love it when you're rough. We're going to practise that more later."

"Abby!" Gibbs growled.

"OK, OK," Abby held up her hands in surrender.

"What are we going to do while you're…," McGee started. Then an un-Gibbs like grin spread over his Gibbs-like face. "Is Tony still in?"

"Yep," Gibbs raised an eyebrow at McGee, McGee's own as it happened.

"I'll be in the bullpen."

Gibbs bolted after him. "Not without me."

"I'm going to get right on this, OK," Abby called out after them. "Hopefully, you'll be back to yourself in no time. Hello? Anyone?"