"Find them, McGee." Gibbs said, and then left the bullpen in search of more coffee. McGee sighed and leaned back in his seat.

McGee flipped open his phone and dialed Ziva's number, hoping- praying she would answer. When Gibbs was angry with one agent, they all had to suffer. It rang once, twice, three times, and then went straight to voice mail. He flipped the phone shut and tossed it down on his desk, causing the battery to fall out.

McGee looked down at the phone, hoping he hadn't broken anything important. That's when he noticed the tiny sticker on the back of the battery that read: GPS ENABLED.

McGee grabbed the battery, shoved it back in the phone, and turned to his computer, quickly typing in Ziva's cell phone number.

Within a few seconds, the results showed on the screen. McGee looked down at the results for a few seconds, before imputing Ziva's phone number again, and hoping for different results. They turned out the same.

McGee quickly typed in Tony's cell phone number and waited impatiently as the computer loaded. Same place as Ziva's. McGee's eyes widened.

Gibbs entered the bullpen, with a fresh cup of coffee.

"Whatcha got?" Gibbs asked, standing in front of McGee's desk and taking a sip of coffee. McGee looked up from his computer, his eyes wide. "Do I need to announce you, McGee?"

"Uhh… No, boss. It's just, I found out where Tony and Ziva are." McGee said, keeping eye contact with his computer screen. "I don't think they'll be coming into work today."

Gibbs took another sip of his coffee, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Where are they, McGee?"

"Well, see I saw the GPS sticker on my phone, so I realized I could search for their coordinates, so I typed in Ziva's phone number, and I didn't believe it, so I retyped it, thinking I messed it up. So then it said the same place as before, so I tried Tony's and it came up with the same result. So, naturally, I didn't trust the program, so I tried it again-" Gibbs cut him off.

"The point, McGee? Where the hell are they?" Gibbs asked, clenching his cup of coffee.

McGee looked up from his computer.

"Las Vegas."

Gibbs' look turned a bit more serious, but if you knew him well enough, you'd know he was hiding amusement.

"Las Vegas?" Gibbs asked, making sure he had heard correctly. McGee nodded.



"Yeah, you know, Las Vegas, Nevada?"

"I know where Vegas is, McGee." Gibbs said, turning and going to his desk to grab his gun and badge, and exiting the bullpen toward the elevator. McGee remained in his seat. "You coming?"

"Coming where?" McGee asked, still remaining in his seat. Gibbs let out an annoyed sigh.

"Vegas." Gibbs said, stepping into the elevator, and waiting for McGee as he raced with his gun and badge and hurried into the elevator.

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Ziva stood near the window. Tony was laying spread eagle on the large bed with golden comforters. "What are we going to tell Gibbs?"

Tony sat up immediately. "Gibbs," He muttered under his breath, and looked up at Ziva. "That we got drunk and flew to Vegas?"

Ziva looked suddenly annoyed. "Tony, we are not going to tell our boss we were late because we got intoxicated and married in Las Vegas." She looked over at him, and he was smiling.

"We don't have to tell him we got married." Tony said, jumping up and walking over to stand next to Ziva. "We'll just say we flew here to gamble." Ziva rolled her eyes.

"Yes, we got drunk and flew across the country to gamble." Ziva agreed sarcastically, and turned her head to look out the window. "I am sure he will believe that…"

Tony cupped her chin in his hands and turned her face towards him. "Don't worry." Ziva turned her eyes toward the window.

"He is going to have our heads." Ziva said, nodding, though Tony's hand was still cupping her chin. "There will be no living with him after this…"

Tony laughed. "It's not Gibbs I'm worried about, it's Abby." He said, smiling wide, and then Ziva's eyes widened.

"Oh, no. Abby is going to go crazy." Ziva started, moving away from Tony, and crossing the room, pacing. "She will find out, even if Gibbs does not. She will know. And she will tell McGee, and McGee will write a new book…" Ziva ranted as Tony remained smiling at the window. "This is not funny, Tony. We will never live this down."

Tony continued smiling, which made Ziva even more annoyed. "Tony! What about this is funny to you?"

"Nothing. It's just funny how freaked out you are." Tony said, chuckling.



"Fine, Mr. Chuckles." Ziva said, stomping into the bathroom. "Just wait until Gibbs see's you. You will crack like glass."

Tony laughed a bit louder. "It's egg, Zee-vah. Crack like an egg."

Ziva opened the bathroom door. "Same difference! Glass cracks, does it not?" She asked, holding a tooth brush in her hand.

"I guess glass crack, too." Ziva nodded triumphantly and closed the bathroom door. Just then, Tony's cell phone rang.

Tony looked down at the caller i.d. It was McGee, again. He had left just about as many messages on his phone as he had on Ziva's. He debated whether or not to answer the phone.

'No. We'll let Gibbs torture him a little longer.'

Tony grinned and went to the bathroom. "You know, I think it's time for a bath." He said, still smiling and leaning over to turn on the water.

"Go ahead; I'm going to go order some food." Ziva said, smiling. Tony pouted.

"Don't you want a refreshing and swell bubble bath by Belle?" Tony asked, reading the writing on the wrapper of the bubble bath stuff. Ziva shook her head.

"No, thank you." Ziva said, smiling and turning to pick up the phone to order room service.

"C'mon Ziva! Look at this tub! We could fit four people in here!" He called over the sound of the running water. Ziva leaned back in the bathroom door.

"Yes, why don't we invite Gibbs and McGee and call it a party?" Ziva asked, her face looked like she meant it. Tony's eyes widened. Then she walked off in a fit of giggles.

"I thought you were serious there for a minute, Z. You scared me." Ziva smiled and picked up the phone. She asked them to bring up breakfast, and then lay back on the bed.

"Ziva, the bath's almost ready!" Tony called from the bathroom as he turned off the water. He came to the bed, taking both of Ziva's hand and leading her to the bathroom. Ziva followed a smile on her face. Tony leaned down to kiss her, still walking back wards into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, Ziva shoved the door closed with her foot, and looked at the bath tub. It was full of bubbles. Ziva smiled, and Tony looked down at her. "Ready?"

Ziva nodded, and kept walking forward, forcing Tony to continue backing up. Suddenly, there was a huge splash, and bubbles and water overflowed out of the tub, spilling across the tile floor of the bathroom.



Ziva stood next to the bath tub, laughing hysterically. Tony poked his head out of the bubbles. Upon seeing his face, Ziva burst into a new fit of laughing. Tony pouted, and Ziva laughed more. Just then, a huge splash of water and bubbles hit Ziva, soaking her shirt, pants and socks. Her hair dripped and stuck to her face.

"Tony!" Ziva yelled, looking down at her clothes, which were sopping wet, and covered in bubbles.

Tony smiled triumphantly, and looked Ziva over. "Ready to get in the tub, Zee-vah?"

Right when Ziva was about to answer, there was a large knock on the door. "That must be the food." She said, smiling and licking her lips. She hurried out of the room, and to the door, where she flung it open.

Instead of a cart of food, Gibbs and McGee stood in her doorway. Her eyes widened slightly.

"You wanna tell me what you're doing in Vegas, David?" Gibbs asked, stepping into the room, McGee following him in and shutting the door. Ziva looked slightly shocked.

Just when she thought it couldn't get much worse, Tony came running into the room, his jeans dripping and his shirt clinging to his body, and bubbles covering his head. "Ziva!! I've got a better idea, let's skip breakfast and-" Tony paused as he noticed McGee and Gibbs. "And go home." He added, hoping it would help.

Gibbs looked over Tony for a second, watching the bubbles as they drifted into the air. He grabbed one, causing it to pop.

"What the HELL are you doing in Las Vegas, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, looking Tony and Ziva over.

McGee stood off to the side, obviously feeling a bit awkward in the situation. Ziva put her hands behind her back, and took off her ring, slipping it into her back pocket. She looked down at Tony's hand for a moment.

Tony noticed Ziva staring, and put his hand behind his back, trying to pull off the ring. Unfortunately, he was unsuccessful, and couldn't get the ring off. It was completely stuck on his finger. He looked over at Ziva, who had already noticed.

Gibbs looked at Tony and Ziva suspiciously. "Well?" He asked, as McGee walked around behind them, searching for the bathroom. Gibbs hadn't really let him take the time to stop in a restroom before coming to the hotel.

McGee stopped short, after noticing Tony fussing with something behind his back.

'What is that? Is that a ring? Is that a WEDDING ring?'

"Oh my god." McGee said, not realizing he had said it aloud. Tony shoved his hand in his pocket and turned around, along with Ziva, and Gibbs craned his neck to look at him beyond Tony and Ziva. He looked up, finding three pairs of eyes on him.



Ziva's eyes looked pissed, and Tony looked worried, and Gibbs looked like he was going to torture the next person who changed the topic.

"What, McGee?" Gibbs demanded, annoyed that he had been interrupted, again.

Tony's eyes suddenly looked mad. "Yeah, what McGee?"

McGee's eyes flickered from pair to pair. "Uhh… Nothing. I thought I saw… something…" McGee said quickly and returned to Gibbs' side, not wanting to waste a moment.

Tony and Ziva turned back around, and McGee watched them closer than he had before. It was probably nothing.

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN LAS VEGAS?" Gibbs demanded again, frustrated. Tony and Ziva looked at each other, slightly worried about what to say. McGee's eyes went back and forth from Tony to Ziva.

"We got drunk and flew here." Tony said, quickly. He tried to look convincing, and hoped Gibbs believed him.

"And why didn't you call, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, looking from Tony to Ziva.

"Bad reception." Tony said quickly, probably too quickly, but he was too worried now.

"I'm sure, I mean its Vegas." McGee said, still thinking of the other subject. Ziva looked over to McGee.

"Excuse me, McGee?" Ziva asked, looking far more frustrated now.

'Great. Now McGee has caught on. It's only a matter of time before Gibbs figures it out.'

Before McGee had time to answer, Gibbs grabbed a glass off the counter and threw it at Tony, who pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed the glass. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized his ring was exposed.

"What's that, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, his voice no longer mad, now it was just curious.

Tony sighed and looked at the ring. "A ring…"

"On your ring finger, DiNozzo? Never thought I'd see that." Gibbs said, and then looked over to Ziva expectantly. Ziva pulled hers out of her back pocket and slipped it on her finger, looking defeated.

McGee smiled, and pulled out his phone to text Abby. Gibbs wasted no time, and slapped him on the back side of the head.

"Put the phone way, McGee."

McGee did as he was told, and returned the phone to his pocket.



Ziva and Tony waited for their punishment. Gibbs just stood in front of them, his arms crossed. Just when they thought he wasn't going to punish them, he reached both his arms out and smacked them on the back of the head.

"What was that for boss?" Tony asked, expecting his boss to say something about the wedding or something.

"Missing work." Gibbs said, and then looked down at his watch. "Get your stuff. We've got a plane to catch." He said, waiting for them to walk out of the room. Tony and Ziva looked at each other then back at him. "You didn't bring anything?"

They both shook their heads, and Tony and Ziva followed as he walked to the elevator.

McGee walked beside them. "Abby's going to be mad."

Ziva looked curiously at McGee. "Why?"

"You didn't invite her to your wedding." McGee said as he stepped into the elevator. Tony and Ziva exchanged nervous glances, and followed him in.

A/N: Okay. So I really REALLY want to know what you think.

I don't know if this is any good.

PLEASE REVIEW.

Alrighty.

I got the idea of Gibbs finding them with GPS from CoteKickAss. THANKS!

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-G.