McGee went back to the Evans' house with Tony and Ziva. He felt they heavy weight of guilt in his stomach.

"What should we be looking for?"

"Evidence that Matt Johnson has been in this house." Tony replied. He was looking in Mrs. Evans' closet and dresser. Ziva was in the living room. "Look under the bed McGee, and the night stands." A single earring lay on one of the night stands, the other one had a picture of Shiloh, about five years old sitting on the shoulders of the Lt. Colonel. Father and daughter shared similar coloring, her hair was more fire than the subtle mahogany of his. McGee grinned when he looked closer, the girl in the picture was missing her front teeth.

"Hey, Probie." Tony threw a pair of gloves at him. "Quit staring and start looking." He opened up the drawer on the Mother's side.

"I don't know why you're making me do this, you'd get a bigger kick out what I just found."

"Ooh something naughty?"

"Condoms, hand cuffs, and… A rubber duck?" McGee turned it over in his hands. He nearly dropped it when it started to vibrate.

"Water proof sex toy."

"You would know."

"Bag it; maybe she didn't clean it after she used it last."

"That is disgusting."

"Who knows? Maybe we'll get doubly lucky and she didn't use it by herself."

"You think she's having sex with Matt Johnson?"

"Why else does a twenty four year old put up with forty seven year old calling him all day? And what would make him call her as well?"

"That's so gross. Abby told me that Shiloh dated him in high school. That takes cradle robbing to a whole other disturbing level."

"Anything else in the drawer?"

"Not really, just a paper back and a bag of cough drops." He picked up the book. "What a minute." He tugged at what he thought was a book mark. "It's a picture of Matt Johnson." Tony looked at it over his shoulder.

"That's definitely another check in the inappropriate box." The photograph wasn't vulgar, but the young man in the picture was shirtless and obviously posed for the photographer.

"What kind of wife and mother cheats on her husband with her daughter's ex-boyfriend?" Ziva walked into the room.

"There is something off in this house." She looked around the room and spotted the picture beside the bed. "That is the only picture of the girl in this house. There are pictures of the husband in uniform, of the two of them as a couple, but nothing of the girl."

"That's not all; I just found a picture of Matt Johnson in Mrs. Evans' drawer."

"We should bring it in. Do you think Shiloh knows about this?" McGee shook his head.

"She has no idea. I think she would have told me about it if she knew this was going on."

"Why? Because she hopped into the sheets with you?" Tony asked with a snort of laughter.

"Don't go there Tony."

"Please, like I need a Probie's sloppy seconds." Tony felt the wind rush out of his lungs as McGee slammed into him and pinned him against the wall.

"This isn't a joke to me, and you've stepped over the line one to many times. You keep me and Shiloh out of your little stand up routine because I'm done hearing your snide remarks about it." He stalked off, stripping off the gloves and stuffing them into his pockets.

"Well, that was entertaining." Ziva slipped the picture into an evidence bag and started to pack up the room. Tony rubbed his chest.

"I think he left a bruise."

"I think you deserve it."

"Shut up Zee-vah."

The two men didn't speak in the car. Ziva kept a one sided conversation going with an occasional grunt from McGee or Tony. She immediately ditched them in the bull pen and went down to Abby's lab.

"Any one down here?" The music was deafening, and both women seemed to be gone.

"Over here, Ziva." Abby poked her head out of her small office. "We found some videos of Shiloh on youtube."

"Correction, you found some videos of me, and are forcing me to watch myself. I hate watching myself; it makes me want to barf." Ziva looked over Abby's shoulder. It was a video taken in the Blue Moon. Shiloh was wearing a short sailor dress, slinking around the stage singing "Fever".

"You shouldn't feel like barfing Shy, you look hot." Abby started humming along.

"Whenever I see a playback I see about five thousand things I could have done to make it better."

"How did you get rid of the dress so fast?" Shiloh gave in and looked at the screen.

"Oh, this is from a bachelor party. That dress has snaps up the back." She took the mouse and backed the video up to show Ziva. "See how I grab the front and pull? The snaps release and, cha!" The dress was gone. "Now I'm wearing short shorts and a bra, in the same sailor motif."

"I need those shorts and bra, that is so cute."

"You are a stripper?" Shiloh started laughing.

"No! Ziva have you seen strippers that look like me? The only way I have cleavage like that is the magic of padding and under wires. I don't get naked."

"Except with McGee." Shiloh crossed her arms.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I came down here because Tony and McGee are acting like children. They got into a fight about you."

"They fought?" Abby clicked the video off and stood. "What, is Tony jealous or something?"

"No. I think that McGee is letting your relationship get in the way of his job. I think that you should stay with me from now on."

"What are you talking about? What happened?" Shiloh gripped Ziva's arm. The Israeli looked down and she took her hand back. "What am I supposed to tell Tim?"

"Are you sure you're not overreacting Ziva? Maybe McGee is just having a bad day."

"He had Tony against a wall Abby."

"Really? I wish I could have seen that."

"It is not good for the team." Ziva snapped. "How can you expect us to solve this case with two agents at each other's throats? The variable is you, Shiloh. You are distracting McGee from his job, and when you get distracted in this line off work, you can end up dead."

"Don't let her scare you Shiloh, McGee is a great agent, he knows how to keep his personal life separate from work, it'll be okay."

"How do you know that Abby?"

"Because I know Tim, Ziva."

"No. I'll go with you." The two women looked at Shiloh. "I'll stay with you. I'll have to get my things from his apartment."

"Shiloh…"

"No Abby. Ziva is right. Tim doesn't need me making his life difficult." She wiped furiously at her eyes. "I uh, have to use the bathroom. I'll just go and then let McGee know that I'll be staying with Ziva until this is over." She practically ran from the lab.

"She called him McGee."

"So?"

"She calls him Tim. I don't think you know what you're doing."

"That is ridiculous. I am keeping this team intact."

"I think she's in love with him. You could be ruining this for both of them."

"Or I could be saving his life."

"Or, you could be stealing it from him." Abby walked past Ziva and started tapping at her keyboard. "I have to get back to work, if you need me to test anything leave it on the table." Ziva set the bag with the vibrator on Abby's table.

"Find out if there is any DNA on this please."

"Yep." Abby turned the music up as far as it would go, discouraging any further conversation.

Ziva beat Shiloh back to the office. She sat down at her desk, feeling uneasy. McGee and Tony were still deep into the silent treatment. Gibbs was flipping through folders drinking coffee, seemingly unaware of what was going on. She tried to ignore her surroundings, but kept an ear tuned into Shiloh's approach.

"Agent Gibbs?" Ziva looked up. Shiloh had totally skipped McGee's desk.

"Yeah?"

"I um, would like to stay with Officer David for the rest of the investigation."

"Okay. Mind telling me why?" She couldn't turn to look at McGee, but she was very aware of his surprised gaze.

"I just think it would be better, staying with another woman." She looked absolutely miserable.

"Okay." Gibbs turned his attention back to what he was reading.

"Okay." Ziva watched the girl's eyes fill. "I'm just gonna…" She couldn't finish her sentence. She rushed away. McGee stood up and jogged after her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around.

"What's going on? Why do you want to leave?"

"I just figure you want your space back." She shrugged and willed back the urge to break down and sob.

"If you were making me feel crowded I would tell you, now what's going on?"

"Maybe this little thing has just run its course. I mean, it's been fun and all, but I think its time for both of us to move on, before you get any crazy ideas."

"Crazy ideas? What are you talking about?"

"I think you're getting a little serious about this, and that's just not my style." McGee felt as if she had reached into his chest and squeezed. The panic rose in his throat.

"Shiloh if it's something I did, just tell me." She was losing the battle against her emotions.

"Just forget it McGee." She pulled away and left him standing alone. "Just forget me."