McGee sat on the floor in Abby's lab, leaning up against the evidence table, staring intently up at the picture she kept there, tapping his foot to keep a little 'beat' in the room.

Abby sat in her computer chair, her head propped up on her elbow, lazily sipping her Caf-Pow, trying not to fall asleep as she squeezed Bert from in her lap, causing him to admit a sound.

Tony sat on the floor in the corner with Ziva, fast asleep, his head slumped up against a cabinet, Ziva's head resting on his shoulders, their hands intertwined on Tony's thigh, Ziva's head buried in his chest; she was almost lying on top of him. They both had huge smiles on their faces. Simultaneously, they both let out a happy moan and Abby and McGee quickly sat up, staring at each other before staring at the two.

Abby smiled, "Aren't they so cute, McGee?"

"Yeah, adorable." McGee said, standing up and stretching. Ziva groaned and cuddled in closer to Tony, who wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to his body, if that was even possible.

Abby put her hands on her hips, standing up as well, "McGee!"

"What?"

"They are cute!"

"Didn't I just say that?"

"Yes…but you said it with sarcasm. You didn't mean it."

"Look, I'm-" He started, but tripped, catching himself on the evidence table before he hit the ground and made a noise.

"McGee!"

"What?" He asked, exasperated.

"You'll wake them," She said, putting a finger to her mouth and poking her head pointedly towards Ziva and Tony.

McGee looked over at them in disgust, "You know, Abby, there are rules. Like rule number 12?"

"What about rule number 12, McGee? Gear up!" Gibbs said, walking into the lab. McGee and Abby turned around, McGee utterly confused, and Abby standing in salute to Gibbs. Tony's eyes shot open and he sat up, Ziva lazily standing up as well. Tony smacked his head on something and cringed in pain as Ziva did the same.

"Ow! Tony!" Ziva demanded.

"No fighting you two. Rule 42: work out differences between co-workers."

"Is that even a rule?"

"It is now. Gear up, let's move." Gibbs had sent them down to Abby's lab, figuring that they would like it better than the evidence locker; they weren't allowed in the squadroom, it was still considered 'evidence'. Of what, Gibbs couldn't understand.

"Where we going, boss?"

Gibbs shot a quick glance back at the FBI agent, Agent Davis, who was leant up against the side of the doorway to Abby's lab. It was only this morning, after Ziva passed out in the bathroom, that the FBI had placed the entire building under complete lockdown. It had pissed off Gibbs, much to no one's surprise, and he had spent half of the day up in MTAC screaming at the Director of the FBI.

"Field trip," Gibbs said, "Come on, let's go."

"Uh…no one leaves the building…Agent Gibbs." Agent Davis said as Gibbs and his team started towards the elevator.

"We're just getting some coffee…Agent Davis. Is that okay with you?" But before the agent could respond, he nodded, "Thanks," He said before stepping into the elevator, "Come on! Do you need an invitation?" Gibbs asked, and his team muttered things to themselves before walking into the elevator. The doors closed and Gibbs flicked the emergency switch before turning around and reaching up, turning off the surveillance camera.

"Boss?"

"We're going to the crime scene."

"For what?" Tony asked and Gibbs whacked him on the back of the head, "Understood, boss."

"Good. Tony, you take David…DiNozzo….Ziva. Tony, you take Ziva, McGee, and Abby to the crime scene in your car. I'll take Ducky and Palmer, pick them up from autopsy."

"What exactly are we looking for?"

"Evidence. Anything that will prove our innocence."

McGee nodded, "Understood, boss!"_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The car ride to the crime scene was rather silent, no one spoke. Abby was frowning, staring out the window and hugging Bert to her side, the Caf-Pow in between her legs. McGee was confused, staring between Tony and Ziva, who still seemed on edge with each other.

"You know…" McGee started, breaking the tension in the room, "You two seemed rather fine when you were sleeping in the lab."

"We were, were we, probie?" Tony asked, eyeing the junior agent carefully.

"Well…yeah…"

"And why were you snooping?"

"I wasn't snooping," McGee reassured him, "It was just an observation. If you didn't want me to see-"

"Then you shouldn't have looked, should ya, pro-bay?" Tony asked. It was at that moment that McGee realized that Tony was very protective of him and Ziva's relationship. Very protective. Tony slammed onto the brakes, causing everyone in the car, except for the senior agent, to be thrust forward. Ziva gasped, clutching her stomach involuntarily. Tony immediately became on red alert.

"What's wrong? Zi, you okay?" She shook her head as she unbuckled her seat belt, nearly tearing the door off of the hinges and falling out of the car, onto her hands and knees before upchucking again. Tony jumped out of the car faster than when probie brought him the 'world famous barbeque' for lunch one day. He bent down next to her, pulling out a napkin from his pocket and dabbing at her mouth, gently massaging her left shoulder with one hand, "Come on, we need to get you to Bethesda." Tony said, and before Ziva could even protest, Tony had nearly ripped the door off and was shouting orders at McGee to call Gibbs and inform him. He gently picked her up off of the ground, wrapping his arms around her before barking at McGee to drive the car to Bethesda and for Abby to take shot-gun. They both immediately moved as Tony carefully helped Ziva into the back-seat of the car.

"Tony, really, I am fine. Just a little jolt, that is all. I do not need to…" She started, "Please. Later. When you really know something's wrong with me."

"I can't take my chances, Ziva. Not this time." He said, pulling her tighter to his body, burying his face into the crown of her head, "Not this time." He suddenly changed his expression and shot his head up, "Hurry up, McGo! My dead grandma can drive faster than this! Come on!"

McGee rolled his eyes and looked at Tony in the rearview mirror, "I am driving, Tony, you aren't. If you wanted to drive faster, than you should have driven."

"Eyes on the road, probie! And besides, we're feds, we can drive faster than this! Just show 'em your badge!"

"I'm not taking any chances To-"

"McGee!" Abby said, pointing and squeaking in fear as a black SUV pulled up next to them, the window slightly rolled down. McGee turned to stare at the car, and the barrel of the gun was being shoved through the small opening in the window.

"MCGEE!" Tony shouted, "SWERVE THE DAMN CAR AND GET ZIVA OUT OF THIS!"

"Hold on, everyone duck." McGee said. Tony shoved Ziva's head down, his close to hers as Abby took evasive action and ducked her head down, putting up Bert as a defensive weapon, "Great, I get to drive through DC traffic on the highway with a shooter. Great." he mumbled, slowing down a little to try to get behind the car, waiting for an opening in the other lane. He needed off of the highway. A shot was fired just as Tim swerved the car into the next lane.