Author's note: If I ever have both Stark and DiNozzo in the same scene and use "Tony" I will refer to them as Tony(a) and Tony(i). Tony(a)=Agent Tony(i)=Iron Man

Tony took a sip of his drink as he watched Tim. He wasn't spying it just happened the corner just happened to be dark and have a good view of McGee. It wasn't like he had moved down a seat so he could get a good look at the girl Tim was flirting with, the couple next to him was getting a little too friendly. Anyways, Tony definitely wasn't noticing that Tim looked surprisingly attractive when he smiled. If Tony was a tiny bit jealous it was because Tim had managed to get a hot girl not of the ease that the girl talked with Tim. Okay, maybe Tony wasn't the best at lying to himself but he absolutely was not going to fake a case to get the girl away from Tim. With that thought Tony pressed the end call button and slipped his work cell into his pocket.

In truth Tony had been hoping to pick up a girl. When Tim had shown up however, Tony couldn't resist the opportunity for more things to tease Tim about. Then the girl (Tony refused to call her Tim's date) had shown up making Tony really wish he could read lips. Tim had embraced her like an old friend and then the talking started. That was an hour ago. Part of Tony wanted to give Tim a pat on the back for managing to keep a girl interested for that long, the other part wanted to drag the girl away from h- Tim. Then again they probably were talking about the latest technical thing. A tiny voice in Tony pointed out the girl was more Ziva-hot than smart-girl-hot.

Two minutes later Tony paid for his drink and left. If anyone asked him he would tell them he needed his beauty sleep thank you very much. You can't be a very special agent without work. However, Tony's heart told a different story. He wanted to be in the girl's place too much. The next day he would wish that he had talked to Tim, for that morning Tim was transferred effective immediately.

Two months later

Tony heard Abby's music before he even saw her lab. Normally he would've taken the elevator but he was hoping to avoid the new-team-member discussion. He could practically feel Gibbs waiting for him to get on it so he had no escape. Of course he could just stay in the bull pen but no matter how many agents walked through it felt empty.

The first thing that Tony saw when he stepped through the doorway was a huge picture of Tim. As always he had to fight back the storm of emotions threatening to spill out. The bone crushing hug wasn't helping either.

"Hey Abby," Tony croaked out. Not bothering to complain, Abby wouldn't let go until she wanted to anyway.

"Has Tim come back yet? What department did he transfer to? Why hasn't he called me yet? Has he called you?"

Tony waited for Abby to take a breath. "No, he's still an agent, I don't know, and no. He'd call you first so why ask." How Tony managed to cover up his ruefulness for his last statement he'd never know. When Ziva left he was sad. When Tim did, Tony felt heart broken.

Abby pulled back to pout. "I'll bet Tim's new boss won't let him call. Why hasn't Gibbs done anything?'

"I don't think he can Abbs," Tony said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice and gentleness in.

"He's Gibbs, of course he can! I can't believe that Gibbs would abandon Tim. What ever happened to 'No man left behind?'"

"Tim wasn't captured. He transferred." The moment it left Tony's mouth he knew he was in for it.

Abby gaze him a look that could've melted stone. "Ziva 'just transferred' to Mossad. When she dropped communication she was being tortured-" Abby's eyes widened. "You don't think-" She couldn't complete the sentence before she collapsed sobbing into Tony's chest.

"Common on Abby it's Tim. The worst that could happen to him is getting his identity stolen again or some genius show him up." Tony wasn't certain if he was trying to comfort her or himself.

"Or get attacked by a rabid dog," Abby sniffled.

"Which would turn out to be a cuddly misunderstood puppy."

Abby giggled.

The next moment Abby's music was replaced with a blaring horn. At the same time a rotating symbol took the place of Tim's picture. It flashed between blue and red.

"Nononono," Abby chanted as she ran to her computer. She began to type, her fingers a blur as they danced skillfully over her keyboard.

Tony's gaze flicked between the forensic scientist and the symbol. "What did you do, Abbs?"

"Nothing! I was just running the evidence from our case!" Abby gave up typing and started pacing the length of her work table. She look on her face was a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

Tony's gaze settled on the screen and didn't move as he hit speed dial on his work cell.

"Gibbs." Pause. "What the hell is that?"

Tony swallowed. "Boss, I think S.H.I.E.L.D. is interested in our case."