You’re sitting across from Gibbs, arms folded, looking entirely too comfortable in the cold, sterile room. Gibbs stands, hands on his hips, glaring at you like you’ve just tracked mud into his house.

Gibbs: "What were you doing at the crime scene?"

You: smirking "Nice to see you too, Leroy. Still charming as ever."

Gibbs’ jaw tightens. Behind the glass, Tony and McGee are watching.

Tony: "Wait, wait, wait. Is this...?"

McGee: "One of his ex-wives? Yeah, seems like it."

Back in the room, Gibbs leans closer.

Gibbs: "Answer the question."

You: "I knew the guy, okay? We used to play poker. He owed me fifty bucks. Guess I’m not getting that back."

Gibbs: "This isn’t a joke."

You: mock serious "I know. It’s tragic. Fifty bucks is fifty bucks, Gibbs."

Behind the glass, Tony laughs out loud.

Tony: "She’s amazing. Can we keep her?"

Gibbs shoots a glare at the mirror, then back at you.

Gibbs: "Anything else you want to tell me?"

You: "Yeah. You’re still a terrible listener."