A/N: Hey here is another surprising chapter. Please leave some love at the end

"Alright everybody. Take your seats." Hotch called out in a conference room where both teams had gathered.

After spending a whole day re-reviewing the case, they welcomed the time to relax – not that Gibbs was planning on letting them.

"Hey boss, you know if we wait a minute then we can eat while talking." Tony called out to Gibbs who shot him his famous 'Sit Down and Shut Up' glare.

"Ahh, I think I can wait." Tony hastily said sliding into a chair on the left side of Ziva as Morgan had occupied the right.

Ziva chuckled wickedly, smiling to herself.

"McGee." Gibbs said.

"Yes boss?" he answered quickly looking up from his notes.

"The delivery guy is waiting." He gestured to the door. McGee got the hint and went to get dinner. Tony glared at him as he went by.

"Hurry Probie. I don't think I can last much longer." He called out earning him a slap on the back of his head. The FBI team – except Hotch and Gideon – looked at Gibbs with shock but after looking at the others who appeared normal, they sensed it was something that happened frequently.

McGee walked in carrying bags of Chinese food that was wafting its smell through the room. After dispersing the food, they got down to talking.

"DiNozzo. Care to share what you found?" Gibbs asked his Senior Field agent.

Crap. Right when I've taken a bite. Tony thought swallowing hastily.

"Uh; we went back to the scene. Morgan worked out that the suspect tracked his victim." Tony said. Gibbs turned to Morgan.

"He would have to know the women's routine so he could plan when to attack them. He would source out a pattern; when they leave, where the spare key is, that sort of thing." Morgan could picture the UnSub just doing this in his head. He quickly shook the thought from his head.

"So he's methodical?" Gibbs said.

"As well as organized and intelligent. He is also expressing a lot of aggression." Reid answered fumbling with his chopsticks causing Morgan to chuckle.

"We need to find his stressor. That will help us determine his pattern." Gideon said.

"I thought he was killing brunette navy wives." Gibbs was shocked at how much detail they went into with trying to catch him.

"Can we add, that the wives could have been unfaithful?" Prentiss looked unnerved at Gibb's outburst.

"So we look for someone who recently went through a nasty divorce." Gibbs couldn't believe how blind they could be.

"He is right in a way. I mean look at Gibbs. Divorced th-" Tony started but was cut off by another head-slap.

Ziva laughed into her Chinese as Tony choked on his slightly. He glared at her which made Morgan chuckle.

"Hey, not gang ups." Tony joked winked at JJ. "I might need your help."

"I don't think you should try to take Ziva. She looks innocent but one time she made Tony into Mr. Raccoon on a stake out." McGee pulled up the incriminating photos of Tony with big black circles around his eyes.

Laughter erupted around the table, Tony included. JJ still laughing managed to smile and pat him softly on the arm.

Ziva felt a pool of jealously and turned to Morgan, flashing him a smile.

"When did you take this?" Tony asked McGee as the noise died down.

"I have my sources." He winked. Ziva and Tony looked at each other.

"Abby." They said together.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." A perky voice echoed from the hallway. The hyperactive Goth practically jumped into the room followed by Ducky who was smiling at her behavior. He was all set to go home for the night.

"Jethro. Sorry to interrupt. I looked over the files. I managed to find something new with the help of Abigail." He addressed her with her full name. He seemed to be the only one who could call her that and still be alive.

"Well, two eyes are better then one." Gibbs stated giving him a smile.

"We found something that you have to hear." Abby was practically jumping out of her skin behind where Tony was seated.

"What is it?" Ziva asked and all eyes turned to them.

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