I am grateful that I am not as judgmental as all those censorious, self-righteous people around me.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was trying his damndest to not be judgmental about his bickering team. As best he could tell, Tony had placed a bucket of water in such a way that the next person to open the door to the male restrooms would be soaked, aiming to catch McGee but actually catching Ziva.

How had it come to this? These people were supposed to be adults, supposed to be highly trained investigators. They were supposed to uphold the law, not pull juvenile pranks on each other that only Kindergarteners would find amusing. And even small kids knew better than to bicker like this, especially in front of him.

He wondered what Jenny would say if he accidently strangled the lot of them, or found some way to send them all overseas while he stayed in the Navy Yard, close to his favorite caffeine supplier. Unfortunately, it meant he would have to break in a new team.

And they could be even worse.

But how could they be worse? He had one juvenile ex-cop, who slept with any woman with a pulse and only worked if someone breathed down his neck (preferably not a female, otherwise the two points had a high probability of combining). One Mossad assassin who attempted to bury all her emotions but still felt them, leading to the emotional confusion of a woman who had been brought up not to feel any emotion at all; an Israeli whose first instinct was to kill someone and disappear. And then he had a computer geek who was terrified of just about everything, allergic to everything else, and sometimes needed to be kept out of the field for his own safety.

He fought the urge to bury his head in his hands. At least he wasn't as judgmental as they were.