My friend, Jerilyn (also known as bluejello on LJ), gave me the following prompt: McGee, Gibbs, Popcorn, Porn, Abby's Lab. I am not responsible for anything that may happen while laughing. Please keep in mind, to me, this was cracky, because let's face it, something like this would never, ever, happen.
McGee was stupefied; the sounds that were coming from Abby's lab were unmistakable, moans, groans, screams. McGee knew that Abby wasn't there, she had left hours ago. So had Tony and Ziva, who would have been his prime candidates for the sounds that were coming from the lab. Slowly, he peeked his head around the corner of the door and looked inside. On the plasma he could make out some porno playing, but he couldn't see who was sitting in front of the screen watching. As quietly as he could, he walked into the lab, little by little.
More strangeness, as he walked into the lab, he was hit by the sudden, delicious smell of popcorn. He was baffled. Who would be eating popcorn and watching porn, at NCIS, on a Saturday night? He walked further into the room and saw who was, and was so startled he didn't even think before he spoke.
"Boss?!" McGee exclaimed. Gibbs, looking startled, whipped around and faced McGee, not bothering to pause what he was watching.
"McGee, what are you doing down here?" Gibbs asked, having the good graces to look embarrassed. McGee held up the folder he had been carrying.
"I was bringing this to put on Abby's desk for when she got here in the morning. I think the better question is what the ifuck/i are you doing here?" McGee asked in amazement. Gibbs had finally gathered enough sense to pause the porno in the background.
"My TV is broken," he admitted. McGee started at hum, dumbfounded.
"And you think this warrant's a trip to watch porn in Abby's lab?" McGee asked.
"Well, I don't watch it for the reason's you would think," Gibbs said quickly. "It's kind of my tradition. You see, I think porn is hilarious, it's so fake," Gibbs said. It was all McGee to do to keep his mouth from dropping.
"So, you're telling me that every Saturday night, when we're not working on a case, you sit at home and watch porno's because they're funny?" Gibbs nodded. McGee had had enough.
"Well, whatever floats your boat," McGee said, placing the folder in front of Abby's computer. Gibbs, who had just realized what had happened got up and walked towards McGee and gave him a headslap.
"You so much as whisper to anyone about what you found me doing, I will slap you so hard your shit will feel it, and then I'll transfer you to the Antarctic. And you think I can't, watch me." McGee just nodded and then practically ran out of Abby's lab, leaving Gibbs to return to his porn and popcorn.