Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything to do with NCIS. That is the genius who is Don Bellisario.
Blame It On My Youth
Tony paced the floor around McGee's desk, so much that the carpet was wearing away. His hand were in his pockets and worry was spread across his face. He stopped and slid his fingers through his short, brown hair. McGee look up at him and sighed.
"Tony, will you stop worrying?! Everything is going to be fine." he assured him, as he stopped working at his computer momentarily.
"Listen, McPsychic, you don't know that for sure. This has got to be perfect."
McGee looked at him, surprised. He had never seen Tony this nervous before. The NCIS Christmas Ball was two weeks away and McGee, Gibbs and Abby knew why he wanted everything to be just right.
"Look, if Gibbs tells you it's going to be alright, will you believe him?"
Tony thought about it for a moment, his concentration face on. "Maybe, he'll probably slap me for worrying too much."