It was the noise, well Abby's music that alerted him that she was in a good mood. Too much bass and way too loud how she could even enjoy that kind of music was beyond him.

"Abby." He calls out when he gets no response he flicks the light switch just once. It was enough to get her attention. She looks over to him then turns down her music.

"I don't have anything for you, yet. Is there a new case?"

"No new case we are working on cold ones right now." He tells her.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to invite you to our home, Mandy's birthday is next month and we are having a grill fest. You don't have to bring any food, but you might want to bring your super size caf-pow."

"Sounds like fun, when is it?"

"It's the second Sunday of the month around noonish. Bring a date if you want Abby."

"Who's cooking?"

"Mandy and Gibbs will do the meat and vegetables and I'm doing the dessert."

"You should let Ziva cook she is really good at it."

"Not a good idea Abby."

"Why not? You're afraid she'll show you up?"

"Let's see, it's our home, mine and Mandy's and you are the guests."

"I'll talk to Gibbs I bet he'll let her cook something, maybe some kabobs she makes really good ones with tzatziki sauce."

I said no Abby. Let me know if you're coming by next week I'll need a head count for the food." He tells her firmly then leaves before she can go on one of her tangents, pouting and yelling like a three year old.

After getting into the elevator Tony waits until the doors close before he takes a deep breath and swears. Why did he even bother Abby had given him nothing but grief since he got married. All she kept saying was that hem broke up the family, that he was suppose to marry Ziva and she was suppose to marry Tim once Gibbs retired in two years.

Tony laughed out loud remembering her word of anger, to seriously think the he had any feelings of love for Ziva it was enough to make him want to retch. Ziva always reminded him of a female praying mantis. The kind of female that once she is done mating will willing eat her mate and enjoy doing it.

No, he found his love his perfect match, his Mandy. He didn't need any masks or guards with her. He just needed to be himself, the guy who like to play the piano and liked to listen to her read a passage from a new book that she liked. The guy who was willing to give his life for her just to keep her safe. The guy who could make her blush and giggle like a schoolgirl with a look or a single word. No he found the perfect woman to spend the rest of his life with, and it sure as hell wasn't Ziva.

Breaking the seal to the doors to Ducky's world was always an experience you never knew what you might find when you stepped into his domain. A body, a meat puzzle even a animal from time to time. You might even find an agent getting medical care, be it stitches or a wrap for a sprained wrist or ankle. Ducky was an all service provider. Quick with the care that was needed and just as quick with a scolding talking to if said agent didn't do as he was told.

"Ah Anthony have a cup of tea with me." Ducky says holding up the tea pot. "Young Timothy does not share our fondness for tea." Ducky informs him as Tim looks properly chastised.

"Sorry Ducky I can't stay, I just came to tell you the date, it will be on the second Sunday of the month, of our grill fest and to tell you to bring a date if you want. Please tell Palmer for me as well."

"Why of course I will be more than happy to relay the information for you.."

"Thank you Ducky. Are you done McGee?"

"Yeah I am."

"Good lets head back before the grizzly known as Gibbs starts to growl looking for us."

The two men were laughing as they entered the bullpen. Each went to their own desk without an other word went right back to the cold cases that they all hates with a passion.

"Ziva. Tim told me I neglected to tell you the date of our grill fest. It will be on the second Sunday of next month. Bring a date if you want I would like a head count the week before if possible that way we know how much food to get."

"Are you pressing your luck how do you know that we will not have the weekend duty that weekend?"

"I asked , that's how. I also asked director Vance to come but he declined the invitation he has prior obligations."

"Any problems with Abby?" Gibbs asks Tony.

"She said she doesn't have anything for us, I told her we were working cold cases. She wants to talk to you too, Boss."

"About?"

"You'll have to ask her." Tony tells him.

Feeling the tension in the air Tim looks between the two of them he hold up the case he is working on. "Tony do you still have that number for the LEO in vice?"

"Sure thing Probie." Tony rattles off the number. "If you have to go see him bring him a bottle of that flavored water he can't drink coffee anymore."

Nodding his head Tim picks up the desk phone and dials the number for the LEO.

Ziva waits until Gibbs leaves before she says anything. "What did Abby want to talk to Gibbs about?"

"Not my place to say Ziva."

"But you know." she says not really expecting an answer.

"Yes I know. It's not work related, it's something personal. She wants to talk to him about."

"She will tell me." Ziva says with a look of triumph in her eyes.

"I imagine she will. But it is not my place to say. Tim if you're going to go see the LEO I think I'll go with you back up and all. I haven't seen George in ages."

'Great those LEO's always make me feel like a kid."

"That's cause you are Probie." Tony tells him as he laughs.