Hi, so this chapter was written by TotalCitron (first chapter written by AnimalCraziey). I thought that I should let you know that we're taking it in turns to write this crazy story that I hope you will love as much as we love NCIS and you guys.

"Ziva, Ziva?" Tony rolled onto his side to face her, his sides aching and brain whirring; the sight that met his eyes wasn't quite what he imagined, "WHAT!"

Ziva jerked awake at Tony's outburst, she went to grab Tony's hand and bring him back down to the floor in a swift movement but found her flexibility wasn't quite up to scratch, her reactions slightly off.

She pulled herself off the floor and looked at Tony, Tony stood where he was and looked at Ziva, their jaws about to hit the floor and their eyes popping out of their heads.

"NO WAY!" they both cried in unison, several times they open and shut their eyes wishing it to be untrue but the fact was… 'Ziva' was Tony, and 'Tony' was Ziva.

"Ziva, am I hallucinating?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing, and technically I think that I'm TONY"

Tony (or Ziva in body shape) laughed, "You just got one of the word contractions right, may be this won't be so bad."

"Not be so bad? Try telling Gibbs that," she put on a low sarcastic voice as she next said, "'so, Tony and I went into this house and he started pressing a load of stupid buttons, then, BAM! –I'm him and he's me,' that'll go well!" She arched and eyebrow, then paused after catching a whiff of her current state, "when did you last shower?"

Tony ignored her question and walked off to the machine and sat down on the edge of the blue-grey step in front of it, the mass of curly brown hair fell in front of his face and he found it oddly challenging to find somewhere to put it and to control it, but he could only smile when he noticed one advantage, "You know, I can look at your boobs whenever I want now?"

"TONY!"

Bullpen, NCIS:

McGee's head was hurting, not from the many open documents of computer lingo that he had to read and decipher, but from constantly spinning round in his chair. He'd been doing this for quite a while now; right after Gibbs had said that something had happened, something bad. Gibbs's gut had spoken again. Usually, at NCIS, bad stuff does happen, a marine tends to die just about every day, but Ziva and Tony hadn't returned from their mission yesterday and it's not like they were tracking down a serial killer – they were just giving a house the once over. McGee's gut may not be very experienced, but he could still tell that something was wrong, very wrong.

"McGee? You just gonna continue to bore me or are you gonna get some work done?" Gibbs called from the opposite side of the bullpen.

McGee scrambled for his mouse and fixed his eyes on his screen, "Sorry boss, it's just…" He trailed off, feeling like the over protective mother just making a fool of herself when her offspring are completely okay.

"Yes, McGee?"

McGee looked up at his boss who was peering over his computer at him, "Just, Tony and Ziva? You gotta wonder what they're up to."

Gibbs held back his laughter, "I'd rather not."

House:

"This really is quite a predicament," Ziva (or Tony in looks) stood up and studied the small, crowded room.

Tony rolled his eyes, "To quote Gibbs 'Ya THINK, David?'"

"You really captured his essence."

"Sweet-cheeks, I've really captured YOUR essence!" Tony did a twirl and graced his fingers down his body (or Ziva's body as an outsider might see), "I am you after all."

Ziva just scowled at him, nothing she could do or say would really meet up to the situation, and, to be fair, he was right.