Torres: L-E-G slide nap, you don't have to bite my head off. Bishop: I wasn't biting your head off. Torres: It felt like a bite. Bishop: Wasn't a bite. McGee: Sounds like a fight. Bishop: Nope, nobody is fighting or biting. Torres: I have the audacity to tell Miss. Cranky Pants over here about my killer workout in the gym. Bishop: All I said was no bragging before my coffee which doesn't make me cranky, just not quite awake. McGee: You're not sleeping either? Bishop: Why, you two? McGee: It's kind of hard to sleep ever since... Bishop: Since the Gibbs thing. Torres: What Gibbs thing? McGee: The thing he told us that we all agreed not to talk about again? Torres: Oh, please, come on. It's nothing. Bishop: Seriously? Killing a man in cold blood is nothing? Torres: It's not just any man. He killed the man who killed his family. The same thing any of us would do. Bishop: Yeah, would want to do, but in reality... McGee: Now I just keep wondering what he expects us to do about it. Torres: But, I mean, dude. He didn't tell us so we would do anything. Gibbs has been doing nothing for years. Look, all I'm saying is that if he's unfazed, maybe we should be too. Bishop: That's the thing: He's not unfazed. If anything, he's extremely fazed, it's been so much wider lately. McGee: Yes, quietly distracted. Torres: Gibbs is always distracted. The only ones distracted are you two. Just forget it, alright? Gibbs: Forget what? Torres: I forgot.