#4: If you want to hide it, don't go AWOL

It was half past eight in the morning, and Gibbs, Ziva and McGee were in the squad room, catching up on paper work.

"He is late," said Ziva, breaking the silence.

"What?" said Gibbs, tiredly.

"Tony. He is late. Again."

"He probably slept in again. I broke his alarm clock at his party last weekend. I bought him a new one, but he hasn't worked out how to program it yet," said McGee.

"He'll be here," said Gibbs, and added under his breath, "And won't leave tonight until he finishes all his paper work."

Three hours later, DiNozzo still hadn't turned up, and now even Gibbs was worried.

"When was the last time either of you saw or heard from him?"

"Last night," replied Ziva, "We all went for dinner and drinks at O'Flannagans, on West. McGee, Abby and I shared a cab back at eleven, but he and his girlfriend stayed for one more drink,"

"I'm going to go speak to the bartender," he said. Tony wasn't answering any of his phones, including his private one, the number for which Ziva had sneakily procured, from when Tony's car had been blown up.

Ziva nodded, and watched him leave.

"Should we have told him?" asked McGee, worriedly.

"He'll find out soon enough. I wonder if she's even in this morning?"

McGee shrugged.

Gibbs got to the bar, flashed his badge and then pulled out a picture of Tony.

"You seen this man?"

"Oh, yeah, he was here last night. With a group of 5 or 6. The old bloke left at ten, three more at eleven. Then it was just him and his girl. Phew! What a babe! They were all over each other. Asked her to marry him."

"Description?"

"5'7", 110 lbs ish, red hair, green eyes, amazing figure."

Gibbs noted, writing it all down.

"Hey, I think we got a picture of them, cos of the engagement and all. Lemme have a look."

He disappeared into the back room and returned a minute later with a polaroid.

"Here it is, what a looker, huh?"

Gibbs took the picture and froze. Jenny. She was on Tony's lap, their lips locked together, her hand cupping his face. The diamond ring sparkled brilliantly. He couldn't see all of her face, partly hidden by Tony, but he knew it was her.

"Yeah, she is."

Just then his phone rang.

"Gibbs," he barked into it. It was McGee.

"H-hey boss, uh Tony and Jen turned up, so uh, you can come back now."

"You think, McGee?"