( @gemcityisms | starter call )
AT LEAST ONCE a week, that itch she can’t quite scratch makes an unwelcome appearance. Sometimes it’s not just an itch, but an ache - a longing - for some action. She loves her job, and she’s good at it, but she misses the excitement of the field. And this itch sometimes catapults her up out of her office and down to the squad room.
Once again, she finds herself checking to see if Jethro is anywhere to be seen and, finding his desk empty and the squad room Gibbs-free, she decides that it’s safe to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong, and walks down the stairs to stand directly in front of Agent McGee’s desk.
‘McGee,’ she barks, without prelude, and then orders, ‘Progress report on the investigation.’
If she can’t be in the field, she can at least let Gibbs’ team tell her about it.