And although the hour ends without an explicit answer, the future’s pretty darn clear.
However, he’s (understandably) hooked when the ME van holding this week’s victim explodes.
In autopsy, Ducky’s assisting Palmer, who sprained his wrist blowing up a bouncy castle.
In the men’s room, Parker asks McGee why he passed on Gibbs' job.
Despite the awkward location for this particular conversation (Tim suggests a stopped elevator next time double ha!
), McGee says it’s too much paperwork, too many hours, and not enough fieldwork.
And you know what?
Good for McGee for setting boundaries for him and his family.
The best conversation of the night, though, happens in autopsy.
But Ducky gently reminds him (and us!)
that change is necessary, particularly for Gibbs.
“Our pain is a small price to pay for his peace.”
I still say Palmer deserved his own Gibbs goodbye, though.
Okay, back on the case.
That’s when all the evidence starts coming together.
He hustles the man down to autopsy to get an X-ray.
(He’s more of a Bowie guy anyway.)
She happily gives Beesbo her number, and I’m going to assume they both live happily ever after.
