Sorry for the major delay in updating, I have been uper busy and have had writers block. Please REview


Tony and Ziva worked throughout the night fixing up the bullpen. They added another desk next to Gibbs old desk, which was now Tony's. They then moved their stuff to their new desks, and helped McGee move his stuff over to his new bullpen.

Finally, around midnight, the three at Tony and Ziva's desks, exahausted, eating cold pizza. Serena was asleep on the floor under Tony's desk and Caleb in his mother's arms. Tony looked Ziva over, Her eyes were drooping, she was slearly exhausted.

"Why don't we head home?" He finally asked. "We need our rest, we have three probies coming in tomorrow."

Ziva nodded and stood up with Caleb. Tony scooped Serena up in his arms.

"Night probie!" He yelled, quietly over his shoulder as he lead his family to the elevator. McGee shook his head, then stood up and walked out to the elevator. Tomorrow, he would be Boss.


"Agent Caldwell, Agent Scott, Agent Westley." Tony said as he and Ziva entered the bullpen, Tony holding a coffee, Ziva tea. The three agents stood up in attention by the plasma.

"I am Agent DiNozzo. This is my wife, Agent DiNozzo." HE said as they stopped in front of them. "You will call me Agent DiNozzo or Boss. You can call her Ziva." He said.

"Agent Caldwell." Ziva said as she stopped in front of them.

A young man, about thirty years old, shyly stepped forward. He had sandy blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Ziva smiled reassuringly as she opened his personnel file.

"You were a cop in New York, yes?" She asked, only glancing up from the file for a second.

"Yes, Ma'am….uh, Ziva." HE said nervously. Ziva nodded.

"It doesn't look like you have any experience in investigating." She observed.

"No ma'am. But, I am hear to learn." He said, trying to act confident.

"I like the attitude. You make take a seat at that desk over there." She pointed to Tony's old desk with a smile.

"Agent Scott." Tony said now. Another young man in his thirties stepped forward, this time more confidently. His shaggy brown hair slightly in his eyes, but not by much. Tony opened his personnel file and scanned it.

"You have been working in cyber crimes for the past year?" He questioned.

"Yes Sir."

"Any field experience?"

"No Sir."

Tony sighed. "You may take a seat there." He pointed to McGee's old desk.

Ziva picked up the last file. "Agent Westley." A young woman stepped forward. Her blonde hair, pulled in a tight ponytail. She stood strait, with a confident look in her eyes.

"You are from Europe?" Ziva asked.

"Ireland."

"What field experience do you have?"

"I worked for the FBI for three years."

"Agent Fornell?"

"Not directly."

Ziva nodded her approval. "You may take that desk." She pointed to her old one. Then both she and Tony sat at there new desks and started paperwork.

After about five minutes Caldwell spoke up. "Um, Boss?" He said nervously.

"Yes, Agent Caldwell?" Tony responded without looking up.

"When do we get to go out on the field?"

"When we get a case." Tony explained, suddenly his phone rang. "Yea, DiNozzo." He paused while the other person talked. "Got it." He stood up, Ziva following.

"We got a case, Gear up."