Tony paced back and forth between his and Ziva's desk talking to himself..."I bet it was Jim Alford, he's always wanted my Mustang, but why would be send me a piece of it, though?"...He groaned loudly.."That bastard!"
"You would stop!"...Ziva sighed heavily, looking up from her monitor.
"What?"...Tony stopped, looking at her.
"Just stop, please."...She pleaded..."You are giving me a headache."
"It could be a lot of people, Tony."...McGee added.
"McGee, you are not helping!"...Ziva shouted.
"Sorry."...McGee uttered.
"He's right, Ziva...you even said it yourself, a lot of people hate me."
"Calm down, we will catch them, okay?"...Ziva stood, trying to calm him down.
"uh, crap."...Tony groaned.
"You know who took your car?"
"No, JAG is here."...Tony sat back on his desk.
Ziva turned, looking at the elevator, a stout man stood looking around, he sees Tony and starts towards him..."Do you know where I can find the supervising agent working on the Commander Coleman case?"...The man in Navy whites spoke.
"That would be me."...Tony said, stepping out of the bullpen..."Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo."...He extended his hand towards the man..."What can I do for JAG, Commander Roberts?"
"We've met before?"...Commander Roberts replied, shaking Tony's hand.
"The Lieutenant Singer murder case."...Tony pulls his hand away.
"Yes, now I remember, wait, Leroy Jethro Gibbs is your boss? The murder suspect?"
"Murder suspect? Whoa, whoa, whoa, Commander, Gibbs was drugged, too."
"I'd like to talk to your director."...He tries to slide by Tony.
"Wait, wait."...Tony steps in front of him..."Didn't Gibbs fight for Rabb when everyone thought he was guilty?"
Commander Roberts stops..."What of it?"
"Give me time to prove he didn't do it...please."...Tony pleaded..."Please, give my Boss the same courtesy that he showed you."
The Commander sighed..."Fine, you have three days, no longer and keep me in the loop."
"Thank you, Commander and I will."
"And I want him in a holding cell until then."
"No problem, he's in a holding cell as we speak."
Commander Roberts moved to the elevator, pressing the button..."Three days, Agent DiNozzo."...He steps in, the elevator doors close.
"You put Gibbs in a holding cell, Tony?"...McGee asked.
"Of course not, Probie."
Tony looked at Ziva, she was staring at her left hand, he tilted his head, leering at her.
Abby knelt next to Gibbs as he slept on a cot in the ballistics area in her lab. She slid her fingers over his forehead, along the bandage, caressing it ever so softly.
Tony and Ziva stepped off the elevator, walking towards Abby's lab..."I'm sorry you thought it was a ring, I-I will buy you one."...Tony stopped, he looked down, standing just outside Abby's lab, realizing what he just stammered.
Ziva turned to him, lifting his head with her fingers..."It is not the ring, Tony."
"Then what is it?"...Tony asked, grabbing her hand, bringing it up to his mouth, kissing it.
"My..."...Ziva started to speak.
"Shhh."...Abby said, moving out into the hall..."He's sleeping."
"Who is sleeping?"...Ziva asked, Tony lets go of her hand.
"Gibbs."...Abby replied.
A farting noise comes from inside.
Ziva squints her eyes..."Do all men fart in their sleep?"...She turned looking at Tony.
"That's the best part, Zee-vah, we're asleep. Heh. Although, I have had a few that have woke me up."...He pats his stomach.
"Eww. I can not wait for that, Tony."...She said, sarcasically..."Remind me to buy a cork on the way home."...She chuckled.
Abby rolled her eyes..."He's using Bert as a pillow."
"Been there, done that."...Tony said, sliding past Abby..."If there was t-shirt, I'd have that, too."
"I have a Bert t-shirt, Tony."
"You do?"...Tony replied.
"Yeah, well, kinda, technically, its for Hungry Hungry Hippos, but..."
"What's all that racket?!"...Gibbs yelled, another fart sound blared from the back room.
Abby turns, punching Tony in the arm.
"Ow."...Tony started to rub his arm..."What was that for?"
"You woke up, Gibbs."
"Sorry."...Tony continued to rub his arm, Ziva chuckled.
Abby moved back to her computer as Tony and Ziva moved behind the table. Several knives, saw blades, screw drivers were layed out on the table..."I've checked all of them except one, three had blood of them, all matching Gibbs blood type, his shirt matched his blood type...Commander Coleman was type AB negative."
"Like me!"...Ziva nearly shouted, Abby looked at her..."Sorry, it is rare, though."
"Except one, Abs?"...Tony asked, Abby tilted her head down, looking at a bagged knife.
"I don't want to check, Tony...what if he killed her? I can't believe I just said that! Gibbs couldn't kill anyone! Well, dirtbags, but not a woman, unless she was a dirtbag. What am I going to do, Tony?!"...Abby rambled on, then ran around the table hugging Tony..."Don't make me do it, Tony."
"It is clean."...Ziva declared, holding up a circular white pad.
Abby turned looking at her..."What?"
"Still white, Abby."...She smiled..."No blood."
"Why did you do that?!"...Abby yelled.
Ziva took a step back..."You said you could not check it, so I did. That was wrong, yes?"...She said, gritting her teeth, looking at a now crying Abby.
"Abby, it's okay."...Tony said, hugging her..."Just get me those DNA results, okay?"...Tony leaned his head back, kissing Abby on the forehead..."Remember, I promised."
Abby wiped her nose and moved back to her computer..."I'm sorry, Ziva."...She said, turning to her, quickly hugging her.
For once, Ziva gave in and hugged her back..."I am sorry, too."
Tony cell rang, he quickly answers it..."Go for Tony."
"Uh, Tony...you might want to get up here."...McGee said, looking out the windows in the squad room.
"What is it, McGee?"
"You have to see it to believe it."
"We'll be right up."...Tony snapped his phone closed..."How long on those results, Abs?"
"8-10 hours."
"You have 4."
Abby softly laughed..."Almost, Tony...Gibbs would've said 2."
"Heh. Well, I'm feeling generous."...He smiled..."Ziva."...He gestured with his head towards the door.
Ziva followed Tony out as Abby stood watching, another fart escapes from the back room, making her smile, she turned..."Such a gassy guy today, Bert!"...She exclaimed, moving back to check on Gibbs.
Tony and Ziva stepped off the elevator..."What's so important, McGee? And what's with the fanny pack?"...Tony said, moving towards him, McGee was still standing by the windows, looking outside.
"Gift from Mandy."
Ziva nudged Tony with her hip..."Who is Mandy?"...She whispered.
"Agent Pickles."
"Ahh."...Ziva said..."She is your...girlfriend?"
McGee nervously laughed..."I don't know about that, but she got it for me, because she likes to nature hike and it's perfect when you don't want to carry a huge backyard."...He unzips his fanny pack..."All the essentials: keys, wallet, badge, knife, bottle of water, flint, bandaids, floss, a toothbrush, toothpaste, razor and I can put my Sig in here if I have, too."
"What, no condoms?"...Tony asked.
McGee starts searching through it, then looks up..."Congratulations, Timmy, you're McWhipped."...Tony moved his hand behind McGee's head, but doesn't slap him, he shrugged..."You've suffered enough."
Ziva slaps Tony on the back of the head..."He is not the only one."...Ziva chuckled, moving to her desk.
Tony turned, watching her..."Heh. True, but I know I'm whipped, Zee-vah...big difference."...Tony turned back, slapping McGee on the back of the head, keeping his hand there, he starts messing up his hair.
"Hey, what was that for?"...McGee asked, rubbing his hand over his hair, trying to fix it.
"Why did you call me up here?"
"Look."...McGee said, pointing out the window. Tony slid past McGee seeing four UPS trucks outside parked outside.
"Okay, what does that have to do with me?"
"They're unloading packages."
"Uh, yeah, McGee...they're UPS trucks."
"Yeah, but every package is for you, Tony."
Ziva stood from her chair, looking curious..."How many?"
"234."...McGee blurted out, standing next to the hood of Tony's Mustang.
Tony and Ziva moved next to him. Tony presses the side of his face against the hood..."My car."...Tony sighed deeply.
"More like your boxes."...McGee said, with a smug look on his face.
Ziva slaps McGee on the back of the head..."Be nice, it was a gift from his mother."
McGee rubbed his head..."Sorry, Tony."
Ziva stepped to Tony, placing her hand on his shoulder..."I am sure someone can put it together again, yes?"...He turned, she was smiling.
Tony frowned..."My car."...He started to whine.
The elevator doors dinged, Abby stepped off wearing orange NCIS overalls..."Gibbs would be pissed if he saw that."
"Oh crap."...Tony said, turning towards Abby, looking worried.
"Good thing I grew up next to a junk yard, huh?"...Abby walked towards them, her pigtails bouncing back and forth.
"You can put it back together, Abby?"
"If we had the chassis, maybe."
McGee chuckled as he pushed a button, the garage door started to open, the body of Tony's car slowly started to show itself as the door rose, something was written on the windshield. Tony stepped towards it, it read: "Liar!"
Tony sighed deeply.
McGeek smirks..."You know what they say, Tony...Hell hath no fury like..."
"Finish that line and McDie, Probie."...Tony turned, looking at him angrily.
"Would you like me to kill her? Maim? Cripple?"...Ziva asked, tilting her head, looking at Tony..."Anything?"
"No, no...I deserve this."...Tony rubbed his brow..."Damn it."
Abby moved to Tony..."Don't worry, Tony, If we can put OTTO back together, we can put your Mustang back together, right, McGee?"...Abby said, looking at McGee.
"Whoa, Abby, I have a date tonight."
Abby squinted her eyes..."With who, McGee?!"...She stepped towards him aggressively..."Tony's car needs us, McGee! Gibbs needs us! You running out on your family?!"
"Yeah, my car needs you, McGee...wait, it does, Abby?"...Tony asked.
Abby nodded at Tony..."Okay, lets open all the boxes."
An hour later...
Thousands of car parts layed lined up on plastic sheets on the floor..."Good news and bad news, Tony."
"Do I want to know, Abs?"...He groaned..."I need some good news."
"They left the engine in large pieces, easy to reassemble."
"And the bad news?"
"I'm out of caf-pow."...She frowned.
"Jesus, Abs...you scared the crap out of me."...Tony turned and moved towards the elevator.
"Where are you going, Tony?"...Ziva asked.
"My favorite forensic specialist, slash, mechanic wants caf-pow."
"And chips!"...Abby yelled, smiling huge.
Much later in the day...
Ziva was sitting on top of Tony's desk, straddling Tony's chair as he sat in it. Tony held a carton of Chinese food under Ziva's chin, he lifts the lo mein wrapped chop sticks to her mouth, dabbing her chin..."Oops."...He smiled, finally sliding the food into her mouth
Ziva chewed and swallowed her food, then licked her lips..."Men always have lousy aim."
"Heh. If that were true, I would've touched it to something else, Zee-vah."...He lifted another bite to Ziva's mouth
The elevator dinged, Gibbs stepped off.
Tony stood quickly, handing the carton to Ziva..."Whoa, ho, ho, ho, Boss."...He moved around his desk as Ziva dropped down, returning to her desk.
"Where's Abby?"
"Why, Gibbs?"
"Her computer has been beeping for like 20 minutes and I can't turn the damn thing off."
"Don't you usually unplug it, Boss?"
Gibbs stared at him..."Shutting up and finding, Abby, Boss."...Tony moved to the stairwell, dashing through the door and down the stairs.
Gibbs stopped in front of her Ziva's desk, he turned, looking at her, she was chewing very slowly, but she stopped as he glared at her. He held his hand out, palm up. She placed the carton in his hand..."Help, DiNozzo...go."
She swallowed hard, she made her way to the elevator and vanished inside. Gibbs moved to his desk, flopping down, he lifts the food to his nose and sniffs, then pulls his head back and drops the carton in the trash.
Jenny stepped out of elevator on the top floor, she walked towards her office, Gibbs groaned loudly, making her stop.
"Long day, Jethro?"
Gibbs raised his head, he shook his head in disgust..."Ya think, Jen?"
Ziva stepped off the elevator, Tony's car was nearly one piece again..."Wow."...She uttered in shock, looking at her watch, there were 20 or so empty caf-pow cups all over the place.
"I know, but it's not running yet, she still has to work on the engine."...McGee said, covered in grease and grime..."Abby is truly amazing...of course, having 5 people helping you, doesn't hurt."...McGee wiped his hands with a towel..."By the way, Tony owes them all dinner."
Ziva smiled..."I will make sure of that."...She nodded.
She leaned down, looking inside the car..."Where is the steering wheel?"
"The enigma...it's the only part missing from the car."
"Hmm, where is he anyway?"
"Went with Abby to her lab."
"Todah."...Ziva said..."You remind me of my sister Tali."
"I remind you of a girl?"...McGee replied, looking very confused.
"No, no, she was so kind, so smart, so sweet and cute."...She smiled.
"You think I'm cute?"...He said with a smile.
"Of course. I love you, Tim."
"Huh?"
"Oh, no, no, no, not like that."...She laughed..."Like a brother."
"Yeah, me, too."
"You love me like a brother, yes?"...She smirked, turning to leave.
McGee shook his head..."Why Tony? I mean, is there something special about him?"
"He is my soulmate."
"But how do you know?"
She turned, placing her hand on her chest..."That is how."...She lowered her hand..."The marathon sex sessions do not hurt, though."...She chuckled.
Abby stood over her keyboard..."You're gonna have to type for me, Tony...my hands are all...hinky."...Abby said, looking at her dirty hands.
"Wash them."...Tony said, standing next to her.
"No time!"...She exclaim..."Now."
"Okay, okay."...Abby moved to her left, allowing Tony access to her keyboard.
"Press that key, Tony."...Abby pointed..."No, the one to the right."
Tony lifted his hands, shaking them..."I knew I should've paid more attention in that typing class."
"Didn't you take typing at an all-women's school?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"...She repeated.
"Well, I'm not sure I was ever actually enrolled in that class or if I was obsessed with someone in it."
"I choose obsessed."...She laughed..."She must've been hot, huh?"
"Ohhhhh, yeah, Abs...real hot."...He grinned..."Good times, Abby. Good times."
"Only you, Tony."...She shook her head, smiling..."How's your new obsession going?"
"Who? Ziva?"
"Yeah."
"Not an obsession at all, Abby...I love her."...He lower his head..."I really do."...He started to type again.
"Awww, I'm happy for you."...Abby smiled, then scoffed..."No, your other right, Tony."
"Heh. Sorry."...Gibbs' service record pops up.
"Thank God."...Abby said, letting out a sigh of relief..."Okay, now press those same keys, but instead of clicking the last one, click...oh never mind, hand me those pencils."...Tony stepped aside, he handed her two pencils and she started typing with them.
"Thanks, Abby."...Tony said.
She turned, he was smiling at her..."You're welcome."
He leans over, kissing her on her cheek.
"Having fun, yes?"...Ziva smiled, watching Tony kiss Abby's cheek.
Tony pulled away, looking back at Ziva, "CLASSIFIED" in big red letters popped up on screen..."I hate when that happens."...Tony grunted, looking back at the monitor.
Tony and Ziva stood in the elevator, she moves her hand to Tony's, interlocking her fingers with his..."I need to talk to you about something later, Tony."...She lowered her head, sighing softly.
Tony swung his head around, looking at her..."What's wrong, Ziva?"...He lifted her head with his hand.
"Later."...She said, letting out a smile, moving her free hand to his cheek, rubbing it..."Okay?"
"I didn't mean to upset you."
"You did not upset me, Tony."...She leans in, kisses him softly on the lips.
The elevator doors opened, Ziva pulls away and steps out..."Classified, Gibbs."...Tony said, stepping off the elevator into the squad room, moving past a stationary Ziva.
"I know."...Gibbs quickly responded.
Tony stopped..."FBI?"
"No, worse."
"What's worse than the FBI, Boss?"
"Tony."...Ziva said, pointing towards the balcony. Trent Kort was walking towards Director Shepard's office.
"What the hell is that bastard doing here?!"...Tony exclaimed angrily.
"The Frog, what else, DiNozzo."...Gibbs answered.