Hey everyone! I'm sooooo sorry for the delay in posting this, my computer was messing up and it wouldn't let me get on for more than a few minutes before it shut off again. Anyways, thanks for reviewing my last chapter, and I hope you like this one! :D

Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I wish on, NCIS will never be mine :(

Meanwhile…

"Tony, I curse, if you throw one more paper ball at me, I will kill you with…" Taking account of all of the items on her desk, Ziva's eyes landed on a pad of sticky notes. Grinning, she held one of them up menacingly. "With this sticky note."

"First of all, I highly doubt that's even possible, even for a ninja like yourself. And second, it's swear, not curse." Tony countered, flinging another balled up old case report at her head.

"Is this really the time to correct my grammar?" Ziva snapped, catching the ball in midair. "And just so you know, I once killed a man with a credit card. Don't doubt me."

"Okay okay, I surrender." Tony replied, grinning as he sunk into his chair.

"Thank you." Ziva answered, bending down to pick up a few scraps of paper. As she stood up, she felt a slight pressure against her head. Whipping around, Ziva caught the paper ball just as it was about to hit the floor, and flung it at Tony, hitting him square in the face.

"Ow!" Tony whined, dropping the paper into the trash bin next to his desk.

"What? You deserved it, yes?" Ziva asked, smirking as Tony rubbed his nose.

"Dead Marine didn't deserve it." Gibbs called, striding into the room just as McGee rushed out of the elevator. "Grab your gear."

"Kind of ironic, isn't it? A dead guy dressed up as a ghost?" Tony asked, chuckling a bit as he snapped a photo of the dead Marine, Samuel F. Jones.

"How do you find that funny, Tony? He is dead." Ziva asked, as she searched the man's closet for any evidence.

"Yeah, but he's dressed up as a ghost, you know, a dead soul remaining on earth? And he's dead..." Tony trailed off when he saw Ziva's incredulous expression, turning around and snapping a picture of the supposed murder weapon, a kitchen knife.

"Well, it is Halloween, Tony, what do you expect?" McGee asked, walking up next to the pair.

"I still do not understand the importance of Halloween, it is just a day for innocent civilians to legally get robbed of candy by children." Ziva mused, as she shut the closet door, having found nothing of use inside of it.

"Ziva, Ziva, Ziva. How do you consider yourself an American citizen if you don't get Halloween. It's not just about the candy, its about every kid living the dream for an entire night. It's about egging the house of the annoying old lady down the street, and taking all the candy from the bratty little kid next door." Tony said, his eyes coming unfocused as he remembered Halloween when he was a kid.

"Well, I still do not see the point of it. Why not just buy candy from the store, instead of going door to door in a ridiculous costume?" Ziva questioned, inspecting the victim's dresser.

"You could, but it wouldn't be as fun." Tony replied, pouting as he snapped one last picture of the bedroom.

"What's up with, McGeek? He seems awfully quiet today." Tony whispered, passing Ziva on his back from the vending machine.

"Nothing, Tony." McGee called, his eyes not straying from his computer screen where, instead of working on the current case, he was brainstorming ideas of trying to get Tony and Ziva together and win the bet with Abby.

Even though he found the idea of his two coworkers getting together completely unrealistic, McGee had actually began to notice their interactions more than usual, and had discovered that, like Abby said, the two did seem to like each other. Even when they started off bickering, Tony and Ziva seemed to always seemed to end up flirting. So, McGee had decided to try to use the fact that he was always around them during these times to his advantage.

Hearing a soft ding, McGee pulled his cellphone out of his desk drawer and looked down at the text he'd just received.

Hey Timmy! Just so you know, I just thought of the best plan ever! Looks like you're gonna owe me $100 bucks soon! 3 Abby

As McGee tossed his phone on his desk, he began to type faster on his computer, trying to come up with a plan, and quickly. Once again, his credit card number had somehow gotten in the wrong hands, and McGee didn't have $100 dollars to spare, considering he'd supposedly bought a $1,000 dollar bike with money he didn't have. Hopefully he'd be able to come up with a good idea soon, and without getting caught, because McGee knew if Tony and Ziva didn't kill him first, the stress of this bet certainly would.

Yeah, this chapter was kind of just a filler chapter... But the next chapter will have Abby's first idea in it, so stay tuned! Reviews are totally loved! :D :D :