Ennui

The ennui permeated the bullpen especially the MCRT though everyone was feeling the affects of the decrease in crime. No one had as yet figured out why murders were happening less or even if they were not actually happening less and just being better hidden. The end result being the equivalent of children at summer camp with cabin fever.

Tony was consistently throwing balls of papers at Ziva and McGee who would retaliate in their own way continuing the prank war. None of them dared prank Gibbs, of course. He was already growling like he’d been denied caffeine.

Normally Gibbs would step in and stop it and make them focus on the case, but there were no cases. He’d scheduled extra practices in the gym and on the range to keep them in fighting form, but this was beyond abnormal. They’d been without a case for so long that there wasn’t even any paperwork for them to do.

They’d all gone over the cold cases at least twice if not more and no new leads had been triggered. Every single one of them was going stir crazy. It wasn’t just the MCRT either. All of the teams were going stir crazy. Even Vance wasn’t immune. Unfortunately, there was only so much paperwork that could be made up to keep someone busy and only so many times one could go over cold cases before they lost their meaning.

Vance was considering setting up simulations for the whole office to keep them occupied and out of his hair. Maybe something outside of the office, a laser tag excursion for the whole office perhaps.Vance practically cried in relief when SecNav called to inform him that there was a special mission for the MCRT.

While it wouldn’t fix everything, the MCRT were by far the worst offenders and getting them out of his hair for even a short while would help.