A Team and a Family

Coping

Nick followed Mcgee to a bar one night.

'So this is where you're ducking off to for the past 2 weeks.' He said.

'Oops, you caught me.' Mcgee replied, embarrassed.

'Never took you for much of a drinker.'

'I'm not. I'm just ordering soda. Beats going home and thinking about the case all night.'

'Hey man, look. We've gone over this a hundred times already. We searched the whole lake, there was no body, or parts! How does a boat just blow up and not leave body parts behind?! Gibbs is out there somewhere. I can feel it.' Nick said.

'I know. But, why fake his death? And why blow up his boat? Is someone after him, and who is it?' Mcgee asked. 'And why not call us?'

'All very reasonable questions. Which I'm sure have very reasonable answers. But, this is Gibbs. And I'm sure he has a very good reason for doing all this.'

'I know. But, I can't help but worry.'

'You know, if you really want a good coping mechanism, I have one: Bowling or batting cage! Want to flip a coin?' Nick asked.

'You're not going to leave until I flip, right?'

'Nope, because you're better then sitting in a bar drinking soda alone.'

'Tails.'

Nick flipped the coin.

'Whoop. Looks like we're going to the batting cage!' He said.

'Darn.' Mcgee thought.