Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or Yogi

Author's Note: While watching a recent NCIS marathon on USA Network I saw something curious. All

during Season one and part of two Tony was wearing a shoulder holster. Then, he was

wearing a hip holster like everyone else. This is my take on why. Oh yes, the MRH

makes a guest appearance at the end

"You can see a lot just by observing."- Lawrence Peter Berra

Bethesda Naval Medical Center, Trauma Room

Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo groaned. The painkillers were just starting to kick in. He was lucky. The gunshot wound to his shoulder was through and through. No arteries hit, no bone damage. However, the hole in his shoulder was nothing compared to the hole the Boss was gonna rip in another part of his anatomy.

It was a "routine" bust of a suspected wife beater who had put his Navy Lieutenant spouse in the hospital. Who knew the guy would come up with a pistol.

Tony went to draw his SIG from its shoulder holster. The SIG snagged on the lining of his suit jacket. He couldn't complete the draw and the dirt bag put one round into him. Gibbs and Kate put several rounds into the dirt bag, earning him a one way trip to the Mallard Inn.

For a year Gibbs had been nagging him about the shoulder rig. Tony had put him off. Tony didn't want to switch to a hip holster. He'd have to have all his suits altered to cover the bulge of the handgun/holster combo. His shoulder holster didn't leave a bulge. DiNozzo always considered it a boxers vs. briefs type question. Personal preference.

Tony watched the curtain. As soon as Gibbs got here, personal preference was out the window.

Two Months Later, MCRT bullpen, Friday 1615 hrs.

It had been a quiet week. No major cases. Paperwork had been caught up. The weekend beckoned.

Tony was happy. This morning he had gotten the e-mail from Medical clearing him for full duty starting Monday. No more holding down a desk while the team went out on the street.

Tony stood up and said, "See you Monday, Gibbs. I'll be back to full duty." Senior Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs looked up from his computer with a semi smirk. "You'll be seeing me sooner than that DiNozzo."

"Boss?" said Tony. Gibbs said, "Pistol practice. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at 0700. Bring an old suit jacket you won't mind getting dirty. Oh yeah, don't bother bringing that shoulder rig."

Gibbs tossed Tony a well broken in hip holster. "That'll fit your SIG." "But Boss..." Tony said. "No buts DiNozzo. The shoulder holster is history. If I see it again, I'll kick your ass so hard your great –grandkids will feel it."

"C'mon Gibbs it's the weekend" whined Tony. "Right "Gibbs responded "so make sure you're out front of your place on time."

In Front of Tony's Building, Saturday 0700 hrs.

When Gibbs pulled up in front of DiNozzo's building Tony was saying goodbye to a young lovely in a very short party dress. She seemed somewhat perturbed to be going home in a cab.

"Hey, DiNozzo let's go." "On it, Boss" said Tony. Tony climbed into the cab of Gibbs' blue pickup. As they pulled away Tony looked into the pickup's bed. "What's in the coolers Gibbs?" "Water and Gatorade in one, subs for lunch in the other" said Gibbs.

Tony groaned, "How long is this gonna take Boss?" "That depends on you Dinozzo."

Pistol Range, The Basic School, Quantico MCB, Saturday 0745 hrs

"How much ammo did you bring Boss?" asked Tony. He was looking at the numerous cardboard cases stacked in the bed of the truck. "One thousand rounds" said Gibbs. "I better not have to use 'em all either." "No sweat" said Tony. "I'll have us outta here in no time."

"DiNozzo, I appreciate your confidence. But just to be safe, the M/Gunnery Sgt. that runs the pistol program let me have the range for the day" said Gibbs.

Gibbs knows the problem wasn't going to be the actual shooting. The problem was going to be retraining Tony's muscle memory. For years Tony had been reaching under his left arm to draw his weapon. Now he had to reach for his right hip.

For the next hour all Tony did was draw from his right hip and present his SIG to the target 7 yds downrange. At first, much to Tony's embarrassment his right hand refused to cooperate. It kept trying to dive under his left arm.

Gibbs, not wanting DiNozzo to get frustrated stayed supportive. He gave Tony breaks when it looked like he was going to throw his hands up and walk away.

Finally the right hand started to cooperate and go to the right hip. Now the jacket went on. Gibbs showed DiNozzo the proper way to sweep the jacket away from the holster to start his draw.

At noon Gibbs called a halt for lunch. Though he'd never admit it, Tony was glad. Food, some liquids and time off his feet recharged him. "So, Boss, how much longer?" "Well DiNozzo, let's run the qual course and find out" said Gibbs.

By 1400 hrs Gibbs was satisfied his Senior Field Agent wouldn't be a threat to himself or others when he hit the street on Monday. After Tony's last shot, Gibbs handed him a broom. "Sweep the brass into a pile, then go get the shovel from the range house" Gibbs said. "But Boss..." "Whose brass is it DiNozzo?" "On it Boss" Tony said dejectedly.

Later, as the two agents loaded their gear in the back of the truck, the throaty growl of a high performance engine could be heard. Tony saw a small smile flit across Gibbs' face. A silver convertible with a stunning red head driving pulled up.

"Afternoon, Very Special Agent DiNozzo" she said sweetly. "How's your shoulder?" Gibbs tossed Tony the keys to his truck. "Close your mouth and take my truck back to your place" Gibbs said. "I'll pick it up later." Gibbs walked around to the passenger side and got in. The red head put the car in gear, smiled and made a sweeping turn back onto the range road.

"Man, she actually talked to me, wait 'till I tell Kate" Dinozzo said aloud. The day hadn't been a total loss after all.

A/N: So whatta ya think? I also spotted something for McGee, so he's next. If anyone else has seen anything let me know and I'll try a story.