Part One: Tony DiNozzo

McGee and I are going to Abby's lab. Palmer seemed really excited when he was talking about her costume; maybe this will redeem Halloween for me. We stop when we get to the door. Wow! Her long, creamy white legs are decorated with white strappy heels. Her white dress is the perfect length; short enough to be sexy, but long enough to not seem whorish. It is low cut so that just a hint of cleavage is showing, and the halter cut looks great on her. To really sell the outfit, she's wearing a cute blonde wig. I like Marilyn-Abby. McGee needs to leave. I look to my left to tell him to go away, but he's already gone. "Wow Abs, you look… amazing!" I say.

"Thank you Tony," her voice sounds different; it's a familiar voice, but I can't place it.

"Are you alright Abs?"

She takes off the wig. Her black hair starts lightening to a chocolate brown, and it's growing very fast. How is she doing that? Her skin starts to darken; not much, but enough. She turns around so I can't see her face. "Thank you for coming to see me tonight, Tony," she says.

I'm speechless; I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone a verbal sentence. There's no way that this is Abby. She turns around. Wow! I thought Marilyn-Abby was great, but the Marilyn-Ziva that is facing me now is even better!

She starts to slink towards me. My breathing quickens. "Tony," the way she whispers my name through her perfectly shaped, red lips is extremely provocative, "I am very glad that you came down here tonight," her words are breathy.

She comes to a stop right in front of me. "Oh, and why is that?" I say.

Is that really my voice? I sound like a prepubescent girl. I hope she didn't hear that.

She giggles. "Because Tony, I think you are cute," she says, placing her small hands on my chest.

Running them up to my neck, she smiles. "Ziva, what are you doing?" I ask even though I already know what she's doing.

"Be quiet Tony, I want to kiss you," she pulls on my neck so that my head is down at her level.

I focus on her lips; they're coming closer to me, little by little. "DiNozzo!"

I jump back and turn around. "Yeah boss?"

He comes closer and shoves me out of the way so that he can enter the lab. He stands next to Ziva. "Why were you touching my wife?"

Oh. My. God. "Your… your wife?" I gulp.

It's not possible; Gibbs only likes redheads. He can't be married to Ziva. They're not right for each other. This has to be a joke.

He leans down to kiss her, and she kisses him back. "He tried to kiss me, Muffin. I told him that I could not do that to you, but he tried anyway," she says.

He looks like he's going to hit me. "No, boss, that's not true. She tried to kiss me; she said she thinks I'm cute! I didn't know that you were married; when did you get married?" I say, trying to defend myself; I'm innocent!

Gibbs still has that murderous look in his eyes; he begins to advance towards me. I back up slowly. I glance at Ziva over his shoulder; she blows me a kiss and mouths "Bye, bye."

"You know we're married, you were at our wedding!" he accuses in his Marine voice.

I can feel my knees start to wobble as I realize that Gibbs is going to kill me; I'm going to die here! I make a break for it, running as fast as I can towards the elevator. The distance isn't closing; I'm not getting any closer. Actually, it's getting longer, and Gibbs is getting closer. "Please don't kill me boss! I really didn't know, and she was the one who tried to kiss me!"

"Don't accuse my wife!" Gibbs roars behind me.

I glance behind me, and he's there. His fingers circle around my neck.

Tony sat straight up in his bed, breathing heavily. His eyes zoomed around the room to confirm that he was not at NCIS and that Gibbs was not trying to kill him. As his heart rate slowed, he got out of his bed and went over to the master bathroom. He stared at his face in the mirror; he had dark circles under his eyes. "Damn it," he whispered.

It was the third night in a row that he had not gotten any sleep. 'Why am I so paranoid about this? Ziva and Gibbs are not married. Even if they were, it shouldn't matter to me. Why am I so fucking freaked out by all of this?' he thought.

He splashed some water on his face and dried it with a washcloth. "I gotta stop drinking before I go to bed," he said softly, promising himself that he would quit even though he knew that he couldn't do it; tomorrow he would have too much, again.

Tony went back into his bedroom and got in his bed. He pulled the covers over his head, but he was no longer tired, his nightmare had terrified him too much to go back to sleep. He tried to relax his mind, but his only thought was 'This is going to be a long night.'