Okay, I had some troubles with the internet, but I AM BACK! Yay, Hooray! Okay, this chapter is going to introduce Gibbs' current team and what's going on with Enrico DiNozzo! Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to the first reviewer with the answer to the last chapter's Riddle! Drum Roll Please! Crs529! Yay!

~Sbteja

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Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs smiled softly as he exited the elevator today; a rarity that caused most of his co-workers to turn and stare. Of course, he ignored them, and strolled into the bullpen that had been his for nearly ten years now. Without breaking his stride, he walked over to his desk on the far left and set his coffee cup down before turning to the rest of his team… or the people on his team that were on time.

He gave a breathy sigh, dropping the smile and scanned the desks to see who was here. He was not surprised to see Special Agent Lisa Vidad, who usually arrived an hour before Gibbs, typing away on her computer. She looked up sharply, having felt his eyes boring into her, and smiled softly at her boss and fatherly figure in her life. Gibbs nodded in response, and grunted a good morning before turning to the rest of the team.

As expected, Special Agent Jim McGreggor was also typing on at his computer, most likely updating it or doing who-knows-what to make it run better or faster… this was all lost on Gibbs. He gave another good morning to McGreggor, who glanced up in surprise, not noticing his boss' arrival. He smiled sheepishly and waved hello before quickly returning to the job at hand.

It was then that the last member of the team, Special Agent Tommy DiNardo, came jogging into the bullpen, his eyes wide as he scanned the area for his boss. He winced as his eyes landed on Gibbs, and he quickly sat down and turned on his computer.

"Good Morning, DiNardo." Gibbs smirked, bringing his coffee cup to his lips to take a sip. Tommy once again winced as he glanced up at his superior.

"Morning Boss…" he muttered, looking back down at his computer. Gibbs smirked; same old Team. He glanced once again around the bullpen before settling into his own chair and turning on his own computer. He rarely ever used it, but it was best to have it on anyway. Although his team thought he wasn't paying much attention to them as he sipped his coffee and settled further into his seat, the glances between DiNardo and Vidad were not lost on him. He knew that they had been seeing each other behind his back, although his ever strict 'rule number twelve' had been present at all times, he had unfortunately been trying to stop the inevitable.

It was easy at first, seeing as Lisa seemed so repulsed by DiNardo, almost so that a brother-sister relationship seemed to form about them; always arguing, yet always working as a team. It wasn't until the sexual comments and an almost flirty banter would pass between the two that made Gibbs worry a bit.

It's not like Gibbs hadn't seen this coming. He knew that Tommy DiNardo was a playboy, skirt chaser, and he had definitely been interested in Lisa. At first, Gibbs smirked at his attempts to charm her, only for her to brush his comments off with a witty response. After that, it had been strictly business with the two. But soon, they became very close, as one should expect of two partners, but the way they were around each other, how they acted, was something Gibbs had never seen from two partners… that is, until he thought of… Gibbs shook his head, dispelling the memory. He needed to focus on his current case; one that brought a crease to his forehead and a frown on his face.

Enrico DiNozzo had been persistently silent, a fact which angered Gibbs. Then, when that Lawyer Lady came into the picture, everything was turned upside-down. This, normally, would seem like an easy case to Gibbs, yet somehow, when he had his Forensic Specialist, Amy Sutton, run the knife for finger prints, she only came up with his own, and Tony's. It looked like a mistake at first, but none of DiNozzo's fingerprints were found. And now they had no proof that Enrico held the knife at all.

The next thought made Gibbs deepen his frown. Now, that Lawyer would not let Gibbs interrogate Enrico, saying that he only wished to see his son. At this, Gibbs had snorted. It was all too easy; whether or not his beginning intentions, his visit resulted in violence, if you called trespassing a 'visit'. But of course, since Ricardo's fingerprints were not on the widow either, that only led to believe that Tony had let him in. So now, they had no proof that DiNozzo broke in and assaulted Tony.

Gibbs shook his head, questioning the intelligence of the legal system; sometimes two witnesses weren't enough, especially since Tony was, legally, a minor. Thinking of Tony made him ponder his relationship with Ziva David. Every single cell in his mind screamed at him that this was a bad idea, but the way his son looked at her… it was almost identical the way Gibbs looked at Jenny… and this is what troubled him. He knew for a fact that Ziva was leaving in little over a year, limiting her time with Tony, and yet Tony had continued with their relationship. It was a foolish move, knowing that Tony may never see her again, but he had done so anyway. Gibbs shook his head once more, pondering his son's reasoning for putting himself through that pain, only to have her for a short period of time…

And then, the nightmares started. Gibbs could only stand there and watch as his wife and daughter begged for him to awaken… and then she came in, as if she knew what was going on… and Ziva rushed to his bed and calmed him. It was so simple and easy for her to do, and the whole time, her face was contorted in pain… pain for Tony…

But the nightmares still continued and Gibbs had to allow Ziva to stay the night. It seemed like the only way to get them to stop. Of course, Gibbs knew the consequences of his decision, but he trusted his only son. And his instinct to trust him came through.

"Boss." The sound of his Senior Field Agent brought Gibbs out of his trance. He glanced into the excited eyes of Tommy DiNardo and the next three words gave him a small sense of hope. "Amy's got something."

And with that, Gibbs nearly jumped out of his chair and walked quickly over to the elevator, but not before grabbing Amy's usual Caf-Pow! from the break room. As he stepped in, he couldn't help but notice the triumphant smile on DiNardo's face. Gibbs smirked in response; the reason behind the smile was not lost on him. Over the years, Tommy and Tony had developed a brotherly relationship, most likely because they shared the same interests, and when DiNardo first heard of this incident, he was furious. Of course, being involved in putting that bastard in jail, Tommy would be delighted.

The bell-like ding as the elevator came to a stop broke Gibbs from his thoughts. He smirked, and stepped out.

"Whatchya got, Amy?" he asked, turning his jog into his usual stroll as he entered the Lab of Amy. He was greeted by the loud sound of her usual music, blaring throughout the lab, and it reminded him of his own daughter's taste in music.

Amy squealed and turned around, her black pigtails bouncing as she did so, and her ever present dog collar bounced against her neck.

"I've found it!" she exclaimed, turning the music down with a small remote before turning back to her computer. Gibbs walked up behind her, staring in confusion at the monitor.

"And what is it, Amy?" he asked gruffly, still scrutinizing the screen in front of him. Amy smiled and turned to face him.

"blood."


"Call that lawyer." Gibbs demanded as he strolled quickly into the bullpen, yet another coffee cup in his hand. Tommy's head shot up in confusion.

"Boss?" he asked, though his hand started to reach for the phone.

"NOW!" Gibbs commanded. "And tell her we have evidence. I want that lowlife back in my interrogation room!"


Riddle of the week:

"In marble walls as white as milk,

Lined with skin as soft as silk,

Within a fountain crystal clear,

A golden apple does appear,

No doors are there to this stronghold—

Yet thieves break in and steal the gold."