A/N: I've been sick with the Flu. Sorry that I couldn't write a new chapter. Get ready for more Gibbs! And more McGee! And some Ducky, with a side of Autopsy Gremlin! (Okay, sorry, there's way too many exclamation marks in there..hehehe)

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Friday.

Tony's POV.

**At Tony's Apartment**

I heard a forceful knock at the door.

"Tony! Let me in!" McGoo whined like a little girl.

"Never McGirl!" I shout back, the legendary idiot box now turned on mute.

"I bought you pizza and beer!" McGoo bribed. Unfortunately, my soft side gave in to the thought of freshly cooked, intoxicating pizza.

"Fine..." I grumbled, getting out of the massage chair I know so well, and eventually reached the front door of my apartment. "Hello McGoo!" Without even thinking, I snatch the pizza out of McGeek's hand and usher him inside. He walks straight to the fridge to put the luke warm beers inside it. We sat on the couch, eating pizza in silence for roughly 10 minutes.

"So..." McGee tried to cease the immensely awkward silence. "Why exactly am I here?"

"We're going dancing," I wiggled my eyebrows up and down at him.

"What?" McGee looked dumbfounded, I kept wiggling my eyebrows, "Stop that Tony," He looked uncomfortable. I stopped. "Who's coming? Why are we going? Are you serious? I didn't even bring a change of clothes!"

"Calm down McGarrulous. You sound like Abby. Firstly, Yes i'm serious. Secondly; Abby, Ziva, you and I are going, I think that's all..." I pondered. " Because Ziva and I have a bet. And i'll lend you one of my suits," I assured, McGoo relaxed into the couch again.

"Well, i'm shocked Tony," McProbie tensed, smirking at me.

"At what?"

"The fact that you know what garrulous means."

"Har-de-harr. Probie, you're so funny!" I bring out the sarcasm and glare at him. "We have to be at Harty's by 20:00 hours. Let's get ready shall we?"

"Alright."

Ziva's POV.

**Ziva's Apartment**

"Oh, Ziva! This is gorgeous!" Abby shouted from my walk-in-wardrobe.

"What is it?" I reply. Hollering from the bathroom, whilst washing my face.

"The spaghetti strap, red cocktail dress. It's amazing! Isn't it Bert?" Abby start to talk incessantly to the - sassy?... No, lassy? Gassy! That is it. - Gassy hippopotamus toy.

"Oh that one! I wore that on an undercover assignment in Italy, six years ago," I responded nonchalantly. I mean, really, it was not a big thing. I was just sent to seduce and assassinate 10 Italian hit-men. Whatever. "You should wear it, it would look amazing on you. And I bet McGee would love it!"

"Sweet! Thanks...Ooh! Hey, what about this one?" Abby trotted into the kitchen, where I had found two beers. Then I saw it. The handmade silk party-dress I had never worn and completely forgotten about. It was jade green and turquoise with a chiffon layer over the top, strapless and slightly ruched with small sections in different directions from the top to the waist. Then, from the waist down, there was a wide skirt that ended about three inches above the knee. This dress accentuated all of my curves and fitted nicely, so it would not fall down while I was dancing.

"I will try it on Abby. But I have never worn it before. So be prepared," I walk towards the bathroom to get changed.

Duck's POV.

**Autopsy Room**

Mr. Palmer, I'm surprised that you're still here," I addressed the young man in front of me

"I was just on my way out Dr. Mallard. Ziva invited me to go dancing with her, Tony, Tim and Abby."

"Ahh, dancing. Reminds me of this time in Scotland. I was just a young lad, eighteen to be exact. It was my eighteenth birthday. I was invited to a Scottish Ball-" I had been cut off.

"I bet you were quite the dancer, Dr. Mallard," Mr. Palmer assumed.

"Unfortunately you're entirely incorrect. I was awful actually." I snapped out of the story telling, "Why are Gibbs' lot going dancing? They don't usually display that kind of behaviour," I thought aloud.

"Ziva said something about a bet, between her and Tony," Mr. Palmer remembered.

"Oh, interesting. Well, Mr. Palmer, would you happen to mind if I tagged along?" I questioned.

"Not at all Doctor. We'll share a cab."

Tony's POV.

**Tony's Apartment**

"Okay, McGoo. I think this will suit you," I say, laughing, while holding up the ridiculous pink suit that I had to wear to one of my Father's weddings. That woman – Let's call her #3 – was down right obsessed with pink.

"Haha...No," McGee laughed along with me.

"Fine. What about this one?" I held up one of my favourites. The one I wore when Ziva and I were undercover. "On second thoughts...i'll wear that one."

"Whatever. As long as you don't make me wear that pink one. I want to look good for Abby," McProbieWanKanobi conditioned, as he did his hair. Not that there was much to do. I started to get changed into the well-known suit. Thinking of what tie I would wear, I decided to call Ziva to ask what colour dress she was wearing. I pulled out my cell-phone and hit 1 on my speed-dial.

"Ziva," she announced, on the other end of the line.

"Hey sweet-cheeks, just wondering what colour dress you're wearing?"

"Oh. I would go for a turquoise tie, Tony," Zee read my mind. How does she do that? She's beautiful, sexy, smart, an NCIS agent and an ex-assassin. That's how.

"Okay, thanks. See you at 20:00." I hung up the phone and walked over to my drawers, in search of a turquoise coloured tie. I searched everywhere. It was impossible, so I just settled on a zebra striped one. After putting it on, I started to seek a suit that McGeek could wear. In the midst of my searching, I found the perfect tie, it was turquoise. My graduation tie, I hadn't seen it in years. I grabbed the tie and threw it on the bed. Ripping off the tie I was wearing in the first place, and then trying to put the turquoise tie on like mad. It was now 19:50 hours and McSlow wasn't even dressed yet. "Hurry up McSlow! We're gonna be late!" I shouted from the bedroom as I threw a suit at him.

"Okay, Okay!" TinyTim was dressed in a flash.

"Let's Go!" I ran out the door, and McGee followed. We got into a taxi that I had called earlier, and I told the driver to head to Harty's Nightclub and step on it. It takes 10 minutes to get there. So hopefully we would be on time.

Ziva's POV.

**Ziva's House**

I stepped out of the bathroom, in search of Abby. "Abby, where are you?"

"In the wardrobe!" She called excitedly. I walked in. "Oh...wow! Ziva! You look amazing! Ooh...this is so exciting! I bet Tony won't be able to keep his eyes of you! I have the perfect heels for you to wear!" She looked at the time, "Oh no! Quick Ziva, put these on!" She threw the black high-heels at me. I caught them both.

"What do you mean Abby? He does not like me," I was confused, maybe he did. I had not been able to stop thinking about what he confessed in the elevator. I began to put the shoes on while Abby did my make-up. By 20:10 we were out the door and into a cab.