NCIS, Season 4

Tony:
What does your gut tell you Boss?

Gibbs:
[typing at his computer, nods to McGee] Take your shirt off.

Tony:
Here we go.

McGee:
[stares at Gibbs] I know it's kinda messy...

Gibbs:
Your shirt McGee. Take it off, now.

[McGee takes his bloodied shirt off and puts it into the evidence bag while Tony and Ziva smirk]

Gibbs:
Take it down to Abby. [McGee stares at him] Or would you rather wait for a search warrant?

McGee:
Rebecca's DNA [desperately to Tony] Can I borrow one of your shirts?

Tony:
[smiles at him] You're afraid all that white might burn out Abby's corneas?

McGee:
Do not make me walk around like a sold date. Come on, help me out.

Tony:
All right. I can't resist a damsel in distress. [takes shirt off and hands it to McGee] Here, take this. I'll get a fresh one.

Ziva:
[smirking from her desk] Wow. It's just like Chippendales. Without the bow ties or muscles.