Case stuff is difficult to write! Got myself all turned around, off on tangents, made it way too complicated. Had to go back and redo. I think it'll work now, although since I've never been on an op like this, I may have written some things that don't make sense. I chalk it up to poetic license. First half of this chapter is full of fluffy stuff, so be warned. Includes some minor spoilers for the tv show Angel... and Tony's opinions are not necessarily my own, although I do agree with him about Gibbs and leather jackets.

12: Making Progress

Waking Up at Gibbs'

Tony woke up slowly to the feel of fingers running through his hair. He was lying on his stomach, arms under the pillow, legs stretched out. He hummed happily, burrowing a bit into the pillow and then tilting his head to rub back into the hand that was petting him. He heard Jethro's soft chuckle in response and smiled, keeping his eyes closed. The petting continued; Tony allowed his thoughts to drift back to the previous night. He tensed a little as he remembered the pictures on Abby's laptop and McGee's anger; he relaxed again as Jethro murmured "easy… easy" and moved his hand down to Tony's upper back, caressing and rubbing soothingly. "That's it," Jethro said quietly, continuing to caress from Tony's back to his neck and eventually back up into his hair.

Tony's thoughts shifted to later on, after the team left and he and Jethro came upstairs. He remembered how emotional he felt after Jethro's awkward but heartfelt declaration in front of the team, how desperate he'd been to touch and express his tumultuous feelings, how much he craved both Jethro's and his own release. He remembered pinning Jethro to the bed, holding him down and basically assaulting the man. His gut started to churn a bit – he couldn't believe he'd done that, that Gibbs had let him do that to him. His first thought was that he'd messed up; his second was that obviously things were fine since he was getting caresses and not head slaps. Conflicted, he groaned into the pillow, burying his face.

Jethro felt the tension in Tony's body change; he moved his hand to Tony's shoulder and tugged gently. Tony resisted turning over and burrowed further into the pillow. Jethro leaned over. "C'mon, Tony, look at me. What's got you worried?" He tugged again, lightly but insistently.

Tony sighed, then rolled with the pressure, ending up on his back, eyes still closed. Jethro let go of Tony's shoulder and tapped the tips of his fingers quickly and lightly all over Tony's face, making Tony laugh and open his eyes. Jethro's fingers stilled on Tony's cheek, and they just looked at each other for a moment. Tony's eyes dropped to Jethro's neck, and he grimaced a bit as he saw the bite mark he'd left behind. He looked up into Jethro's eyes, contrition clearly written in his expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jethro cut him off before he could get a word out.

"You try to apologize for anything you did last night, and I'll head-slap you into the next county," he warned, eyes lit up with humor.

Tony shut his mouth and just raised his eyebrows. Jethro smiled and leaned in, kissing Tony lightly on the lips before speaking again. "Last night was great. Different from anything anyone's done to me before, and I loved it. Meant what I said, you can do it again anytime. Or I'll return the favor, either way."

Tony sighed, relaxing a bit, though he still looked doubtful. "You sure, Jeth? I just took over, didn't give you a chance to do anything."

Jethro quirked an eyebrow at him. "Seems to me you made sure I had a good time. And do you really think –" he rolled over on top of Tony, settling his weight on his lover and moving his hands to pin Tony's wrists to the bed "- that I couldn't have stopped you if I'd wanted to?"

Tony lay passively in Jethro's hold and shook his head.

"So," Jethro continued, releasing Tony and rolling back to his side, "I must not have wanted to… which means I wanted to stay where I was, which means I enjoyed every second of it." He looked at Tony for a moment. "I'm not your boss here, Tony. We're equals outside of work. And if we're going to keep exploring this relationship, we're both going to end up doing some things that seem strange sometimes. Just go with it."

Tony nodded. "Promise me you'll tell me if I do something you don't like."

Jetho nodded back. "Of course. Same to you?"

Tony grinned. "Of course." He sat up, glancing at the clock. Six forty-one. He stood and stretched, then turned to look at Jethro, who was gazing appreciatively at Tony's body. "Didn't we already have this conversation?"

Jethro smirked at him. "Yup. And I'm sure we'll have it again. Two het guys getting it on? We're both going to have occasional freak out moments."

Tony sighed. "Seems like it's going to be me most of the time, huh?"

Jethro grinned. "Maybe. You seem to have issues with the fact that I'm me. I don't have any issues with you being you."

Tony made a face at him. "You would if I'd been your boss for the past nine years," he pointed out.

Jethro nodded. "Probably. Go hit the bathroom and come back to bed. We don't have to go anywhere for hours yet."

Tony followed orders, sliding back under the sheets as soon as possible. Jethro tugged him closer with his right arm, head propped up on his left. Tony scooted over, using his left leg to hook Jethro's right leg, pulling Jethro's pelvis into his own. He left their legs entwined, and threaded his right arm through the space under Jethro's left side, moving his hand up to Jethro's neck, running his fingers back and forth from Jethro's hair to the base of his neck and back up again. "We'd rock at Twister," he commented.

Jethro laughed. "Don't mention that at work; Abby'll have it set up in her lab before the end of the day."

Tony smiled at the thought. "Can you imagine the look on Vance's face if he came into the lab and caught the whole team playing?"

Jethro smirked. "Oh yeah… we'd all be looking for new jobs."

Tony's hand stilled. "Hey, we could set up a whole detective agency, you know, like on Angel, except without the vampires and demons and things."

Jethro stared down at him. "There are times when I wonder what planet you come from," he commented.

Tony was just warming up. "You've never seen it? What am I saying, of course you haven't. That's okay, I'll Netflix the DVDs if we end up getting fired. You're grumpy enough to be Angel, at least sometimes, and you'd look hot in leather. I should get you a leather jacket. And speaking of shoulds, I should be Wesley, being your second, but I'd fit Gunn better, I think… McGee could make a passable Wes, what with his multiple degrees and all. Abby would be Fred, before she turns into Illyria, of course, and Ziva could be Cordy… come to think of it, if she were, Connor never would have been kidnapped and Jasmine would never have gotten her claws in… actually, though, she might be better as a female version of Spike, although personally I think things got a bit off track in the fifth season…"

Jethro decided that there was really only one good way to shut Tony up, so he followed through on that. The kiss started out light and slow. Tony didn't seem to mind the interruption at all; he hummed happily, tightened his grip on the back of Jethro's neck a little, and swept his tongue over Jethro's lips. Jethro opened his mouth, allowing Tony free rein to explore. Tony brought his left arm up to encircle Jethro's back, caressing for a moment before he gently pulled Jethro down on top on him. Jethro moved with the pressure, working a bit to disentangle his legs without breaking the kiss. Their lips slid against each other, and their tongues changed places, with Jethro's now sweeping through Tony's mouth. Tony groaned into the kiss, shifting his weight to bring his hardening cock against Jethro's. Jethro grunted into the kiss, then to Tony's surprise pulled back.

Tony's eyes opened to find Jethro looking down at him with an expression that he couldn't quite read. Jethro's hand stroked the side of Tony's head, and the older man leaned in and nipped Tony's neck gently. He moved his lips to Tony's ear and whispered "Turn over," moving off his lover. Tony rolled over onto his stomach, settling his legs and pushing the pillow into a more comfortable position. He felt Jethro throw off the sheets and move to sit on his thighs. Jethro's hands began a light massage, more caressing, really, concentrating on Tony's neck and shoulders for the moment. Tony stretched, tensing his entire body for a moment, then relaxing fully into the mattress.

Jethro continued the massage for a while, slowly moving down Tony's back. He shifted his position on Tony's legs back a bit, concentrating on Tony's lower back, buttocks, and thighs. Tony was starting to feel as though he couldn't move if he wanted to.

"Wow, Jeth… you have incredibly talented hands. You'd make a killing if you set up a massage table in the bullpen and charged by the hour."

Jethro chuckled quietly. "Not interested in doing this for anyone but you, Tony." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the middle of Tony's spine, then licking the skin, steadily moving up Tony's back.

Tony arched into the feel, making happy noises. "On second thought, let's keep this between you and me," he gasped out, as Jethro nipped the skin covering Tony's shoulder blade.

"Gladly," Jethro responded. He moved his mouth up to Tony's ear. "Might be a while before we get time alone again… want to keep this going?" Tony nodded emphatically. Jethro stroked Tony's hair. "Alright. You just lie there, let me make you feel good." He shifted his weight off Tony for a moment, and Tony heard the sound of the nightstand drawer opening. He tensed a bit, raising his head to see what Jethro was doing.

Jethro held up a small bottle of massage oil. He looked at Tony. "Not looking to take things much further than we've gone, Tony, don't worry." Tony held his eyes for a moment, then smiled and nodded, letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

Jethro opened the bottle and poured some of the oil out onto his palm. Setting the bottle back on the nightstand, he rubbed his palms together for a moment, then began gently caressing Tony's back and sides. Tony murmured something incoherent, stretching, tensing, and relaxing again, burrowing his face into the pillow and sighing. Jethro moved his hands down Tony's back, shifting back on Tony's legs again, and started stroking and rubbing Tony's ass cheeks. Tony's hands clenched, and he groaned into the pillow. "Feels great, Jeth." Jethro nodded, forgetting Tony couldn't see him. He moved one hand to his own cock, getting it slippery with oil. Tony raised his head a little and looked back at him. "No fair you touching yourself without me looking," he said. Jethro smiled at him and brought both hands back to Tony's body, moving to his inner thighs for a moment, before bringing them back to Tony's ass. He leaned forward, nipping Tony's neck again and when Tony moved his head back into it, kissing and licking his lips. As he did so, he slid his fingers down Tony's back and into the cleft between his cheeks. Tony shuddered and raised the intensity of the kiss.

Jethro spoke into Tony's mouth. "Not going in, just touching, just want to feel you…" More stroking while he continued to kiss Tony, running his fingers along the delicate skin and over the tight ring of muscle. Tony jumped a bit at that; Jethro moved his fingers across the ring again, and this time Tony pushed back against Jethro's hand. Jethro continued to rub, pressing a bit on the sensitive area. Tony's breathing was coming faster. "Jeth –"

Jethro's hand stilled immediately. "Okay, Tony? Do you want me to stop?"

Tony shook his head. "No, no… it's very okay. Just – want to feel your hand on my dick too."

"That's not a problem," Jethro whispered. "Shift over a bit."

Tony shifted his weight over to one side, just enough to make some room. Jethro reached around him, hand encircling Tony's cock, already wet and leaking. Tony moaned softly as Jethro started stroking him, and began thrusting a bit against Jethro's hand, mouth open a little, eyes closed. Jethro stared down at the picture Tony made, and reached with his other hand to separate Tony's ass cheeks, shifting so that he could move his own cock in-between. He made sure his cock head wasn't going to catch on Tony's skin, then he settled his weight and began slowly thrusting in time with the motion of his hand on Tony's cock. Both men groaned at the sensation; Jethro moved so his forehead rested on Tony's shoulder. He started moving faster, tightening his grip on Tony's cock as well as on his hip, moving his own cock between Tony's cheeks, the oil making it slide easily, rubbing against Tony's hole, increasing the speed of his hand working Tony's cock. Tony was keeping up a steady stream of sound, gasping and moaning, and letting slip words like "please" and "so good" and "Jethro!" Jethro couldn't speak, he just kept breathing and listening and moving. He felt the pressure build; determined to hold off and make Tony come first, he leaned in and bit Tony's shoulder, growling as he did so, trying to distract himself. Tony gasped, thrust wildly, then came, his whole body shuddering. His ass clenched tight, and Jethro drove his cock into the muscular grip within that cleft, coming all over Tony's back a moment later.

The two men lay together, catching their breath. Jethro released Tony's softening penis; Tony reached down and grabbed his hand, bringing it up to his face. He pressed a kiss to Jethro's fingers, then snuggled his hands into his chest, sighing happily. Jethro rubbed his forehead along Tony's shoulder, then eased off of him.

"Your back's all wet," he commented.

"Well, duh," Tony replied. "So's your hand. And the sheets."

Jethro thought about that for a moment. "Yeah."

Tony laughed. "Good thing we're not going into work right away. I think you short-circuited your brain."

"Your fault too," Jethro said.

Tony turned his head to look at him. "I'm not complaining. Are you complaining?"

"Not a chance."

Tony squirmed out from under Jethro, looking at the clock. It wasn't eight yet. "You turned the alarm off this morning?"

"Yeah, when I first woke up."

"I'm setting it for nine. Let's snuggle and sleep."

"Everything's wet."

"So? We'll shower and change the sheets before we leave." Tony yawned.

"You can sleep in this mess?"

"Yes, and so can you. Hush." Tony pressed another kiss to Jethro's hand, and snuggled back against him. Jethro weighed the attraction of getting clean versus the attraction of lying in bed with Tony.

Tony won.

Prepping for the Op

The team was in the conference room, files, papers, aerial photographs and blueprints spread out all around them. They'd been working for several hours, going back over initial plans made the day before, tossing out some ideas and refining others. Ziva picked up an enlarged blueprint and stuck it up on the bulletin board they'd brought in, since McGee was busy with the only plasma screen in the room.

Tony got up and joined her in front of the diagram showing the layout of the house. Things had gone very smoothly so far, and he was finally able to relax. He been a little worried that McGee might have reverted back to having issues, but that didn't seem to be the case. He'd mentioned the possibility to Gibbs as they were eating a quick breakfast before heading out to work, and Gibbs had joked that Tony should probably have Abby analyze the lunch McGee was supposed to bring him for toxins. Tony'd tried to head-slap the man, but Gibbs had dodged and laughed.

Both McGee and Ziva had eyed Gibbs' neck when they got in to work… the bite mark was clearly visible above his shirt collar. Several smirks had been directed Tony's way, but since one of them came from McGee, Tony didn't mind. No one directed any of them toward Gibbs. Tony had a bet going with Ziva as to whether Abby would say anything about it to Gibbs once she saw it.

So far Tony wasn't having trouble compartmentalizing, keeping thoughts of the previous night and morning at bay while he worked on the upcoming op. Gibbs helped by staying in work mode, and it didn't hurt that he wasn't in the conference room with them all that much anyway. Letting his mind wander a bit, Tony wondered if he could get Gibbs to watch a movie with him. Hearing a noise from Ziva, he glanced over and gave her a big smile. She shook her head at him, but smiled back.

Refocusing on the plans, he listened to Ziva's argument in favor of an approach through the mudroom door. It was located in a back corner of the house, next to a laundry room and a bathroom, down a hall away from the main living areas. Tony liked that aspect, as far as it went, but he was concerned about accessibility. To the right of the mudroom door, as you looked at it, was a rock wall about eight feet high. Climbing it would leave them vulnerable. The house was surrounded by trees on the opposite side and in the back, with a large grass yard leaving a clear area to cross to reach the door. There was an extensive bay window looking out onto that yard, not to mention all the windows on the upper floor; Tony doubted there'd be much hidden from view. Ziva merely suggested approaching at night; Tony pointed out that a stronghold wasn't much of a stronghold without outside lighting. He wanted confirmation that Vargas wasn't in the country yet; he was all for getting there first and lying in wait to grab the guy as soon as he arrived. Gibbs seemed to favor that plan as well; Vance preferred waiting for all the rats to enter the trap before closing in. Apparently the CIA had completely lost Ratero, and there was a possibility that he was either with Vargas or planning to meet up with him.

"If we do as Vance suggests, we're walking in blind, Gibbs," Tony complained. "We'll have to rely on the CIA or FBI or whoever to tell us how many men and how well armed. Seems this would be better suited to a SWAT team, or military."

Gibbs sighed. "Not disagreeing with you, DiNozzo. But the higher ups don't want to risk a larger force scaring them off of their stronghold. If they don't go there, no telling where they end up."

Ziva looked over the plans again. "Gibbs could provide backup with his sniper rifle, from the woods," she suggested.

Gibbs shook his head. "Not ideal, Ziva. Visibility may be poor into the house; could take one of you getting shot at before I've got a clear target. And we want Vargas alive… too great a chance I'll take him down permanently if I'm shooting blind."

Ziva looked up at Gibbs. "Night vision scope?"

"Outside lights would be blinding. We'd have to take them out first."

Ziva nodded. "Tony, your objection is visibility, yes?" Tony nodded. She shrugged. "So, we take out the outside lights, shoot them out using a silencer. Mount a distraction in front first. Real approach is from the back: take those lights out, enter through the mudroom."

"We're a small group as it is, Ziva," Tony pointed out. "Taking out one team member for the distraction is going to make things that much more difficult."

McGee spoke up from his computer terminal. "We could automate something, put it on a timer, or remote activation."

Tony's mouth opened, but then he closed it, brow furrowed. That might work. He looked over at Gibbs, whose eyes met his, considering. Gibbs nodded, then turned to McGee. "McGee, come up with a viable idea for a distraction, including how to get it in place. Ziva, Tony, investigate options for an approach through the woods, in back. I'm going for coffee. Who wants something?" They were all surprised by the offer, but recovered quickly enough to take advantage of the opportunity. Coffees all around. Tony also put in a request for pizza, or, failing that, donuts. He then started to suggest how many of various types of donut. Gibbs glared, head-slapped, and left.

Ziva turned to look at Tony. "Things really have not changed, have they?" Tony smirked at her, rubbing the back of his head.

Gibbs was back about twenty minutes later, carrying coffees and Caff-Pow. Tony pouted until Gibbs told him that security would be bringing up the pizza once it was delivered. Gibbs then turned to the door and walked out, carrying the Caff-Pow. Ziva and Tony exchanged glances. Tony picked up his cell phone and waved it at her. She nodded. McGee, who had opted to stay out of this particular bet, rolled his eyes and continued to work on the computer.

In Abby's Lab

Gibbs sighed as he got in the elevator. Keeping his new relationship with Tony out of the office was proving to be tougher than he'd expected. He had to keep suppressing the urge to touch the younger man, which meant he really appreciated any opportunity Tony gave him for delivering head-slaps. He was also thankful for Tony's ability undercover, which he seemed to be putting to good use, acting the way he always did at work. He'd been in the conference room with the team less than he'd anticipated; he knew they would come up with a good plan, and it was difficult to keep his focus, so he kept going back to MTAC for updates. At one point he'd called Ducky, who didn't pick up, so he left his friend a quick message, letting him know that everything was fine, that they'd be heading out on an op soon, and that he'd touch base once they were both back. He just hoped everything would remain fine; he was a bit apprehensive about the upcoming trip to New York – his gut was telling him things might not go as smoothly as he could wish. The elevator stopped and the doors opened; Gibbs headed into the lab, idly wondering if Tony might be interested in learning woodworking.

Abby turned to face Gibbs as soon as he walked in to the lab. Eyebrows raised, he handed her the Caff-Pow. She shot him a grin before taking a sip, closing her eyes to focus on the fruity caffeine. When done, she lowered the drink, exhaling loudly in satisfaction. She opened her eyes; Gibbs still stood in front of her, a questioning look on his face. She smiled and pointed to the computer monitor. He walked over and saw, tucked in to one corner of the screen, a video feed of the doorway.

"Abs!"

"Gibbs! You're too sneaky, and one of these days you'll startle me and I'll drop some sort of evidence, and then you'll be mad at me. I don't want you to be mad at me, so – oh my god!"

Gibbs straightened up slightly and looked at her. She was staring at him, eyes wide. He stared back for a moment, then lost patience. "What?"

She blinked, then shot him a sly look. "I guess Tony's really aggressive in bed, huh?"

Gibbs' hand went involuntarily up to his neck. He looked at Abby. "Oh, that."

"Yeah, that! Wow. Let me see it." She reached for his shirt collar, managing to move it a bit to see the damage before he batted her hand away. "I mean, seriously, food play is great and all, but you guys do know that you're supposed to use actual food, right?"

"Abs…"

"This is so cool. I guess you guys needed to download some stress after dinner! Are there any other marks? Can I see?"

Gibbs was torn between laughing and shouting. He managed to do neither. "No, you can't see, and it's none of your business."

Abby grinned at him. "If Tony did that to you, I have to wonder what you did to Tony!"

Gibbs could feel his face heating up. Abby crowed in triumph. "Ha! I made you blush! You did do something to him!"

Finally Gibbs gave in. "Well, yeah, Abs… sex with another person usually involves both people doing things with each other."

Abby flung herself into Gibbs' arms; he staggered back a bit from the impact. "This is so great! The two of you are so cute together, with the holding hands at dinner and the rough sex!"

"Since when is rough sex cute? And it wasn't really all that rough. And –" he backed out of her hold and held up a hand before she could say anything else, "that's all you're going to get out of me."

She smiled at him. "Tony'll spill."

"Not if I talk to him first. Which I will." Gibbs growled out. He reached out and tweaked one of her pigtails. "You're probably on your own for Caff-Pows for the next few days. I'm expecting to get the order to head to New York anytime now."

Abby's entire demeanor changed. "You'll be careful, Gibbs, won't you? You won't let anyone do anything crazy or heroic?"

"Heroics only as needed, Abs. I promise. Pizza's on the way, we'll call you to head upstairs to get some." Gibbs leaned in to kiss her cheek, then headed for the door. He spun around just before he reached it. "Lose the camera, Abs."

She made a face at him; he grinned and left. She whirled around to her computer as soon as he was gone, tapping keys, pulling up a file, and entering numbers. "4.6, 8.7… Tony, you rock!"

Back in the Conference Room

Tony's phone buzzed. He picked it up, looked at the screen, and smirked at Ziva. "Pay up, I won."

Ziva scowled at him. "Prove it."

He held out the phone to her. She read the text: omg T, what did you do, snack on him? I totally made him blush over it. B careful in NY.

Ziva sighed, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a twenty, which she handed to Tony just as Gibbs walked in. He noticed the exchange and raised an eyebrow at Tony, who shot him a grin and said, "Half of this is yours, Boss. I'll explain later."

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Great, we're rich." He moved over to McGee, trying to ignore the way Tony's face lit up at the inclusive pronoun. "What have ya got, McGee?"

McGee straightened up a bit, and hit the remote to the plasma. A set of pictures of various small electronic devices appeared on the screen. "Wireless microphones and light generators," he announced. They all moved close to the screen. McGee waved his arm toward the microphones. "They can all receive signals from a single laptop. We can program them to respond to a series of commands embedded in a program. Microphones wired to plants or structures in front of the house can provide the sound of gunshots, or even voices if we want. Light generators can be made to look like flash from a gun, or flashlights being turned on and off."

Just as Gibbs started to speak, his cell rang. He picked it up. "Yeah, Gibbs." He listened for a minute, then shut the phone and headed for the door. "I'll be in MTAC."

Tony and Ziva walked over to the plasma. "How do we get them in place without being noticed?" Tony asked.

"If we can confirm that no one is in the house, we can get up there ahead of time and set up. The equipment can sit for days or even weeks; nothing happens until we send the signal."

Tony frowned. "And if someone's already there?"

McGee cleared his throat. "Someone with the knowledge of how to rig the equipment could go in disguised as an electrician."

"That someone would have to be you," Ziva said, looking at McGee, who nodded.

Tony shook his head. "Too dangerous. These guys are going to be suspicious of everything after what went down. You could be shot on sight, or taken hostage. If they let you do the work, they'd likely search you first, so we wouldn't be able to risk communication devices – you'd be going in without backup. Odds are they'd have a man stay with you, monitoring what you do. Can't risk it, Tim."

McGee frowned. "I can handle it."

Tony looked at him seriously. "I know you can. But I'm not letting you take unnecessary risks –"

"You're not team leader, Tony!"

"Nope," Gibbs said, surprising them all with his sudden reappearance. "I am. And DiNozzo's right. No one's walking into the line of fire unprotected." All three agents looked at Gibbs. "Scrap the gizmos, McGee. We have confirmation that Vargas is at the house, with three other men. He turned to Tony. "What do you have for getting to the house from the back?"

Tony leaned over the table, pulling out an aerial shot that showed the house and surrounding area for a two mile radius. He pointed to various areas on the picture while he spoke. "Here's the house. The woods in the back extend for a little less than a mile. There's a dirt road off the main one, here. We could park there, go in on foot through the woods. We take out the lights from back here… that's probably your super sniper skills, Boss. Then we move in along the wall; I still want to stay well away from that window."

Gibbs looked it all over, considering everything. "Alright. It's the best we've got, and we need to move out. One change – we're cutting the power to the house once we're ready to move in. We'll all have night vision equipment, which should give us the advantage."

"And if they have flashlights?" Ziva asked.

Gibbs nodded. "Newer equipment blocks low-level light. As long as we're not confronted with anything brighter than a flashlight, we should be fine. I'll be backup from the woods if visibility allows. If not, I go in with you. We'll try to establish which one is Vargas before cutting power. House has lots of windows, which works in our favor." He paused, waiting for more questions, but the team was silent. "I have to head home, get my rifle. DiNozzo, make sure everyone gets something to eat, pizza should be on your desk by now. Call Abs so she can get some too. Get all the files packed up and back to Vance. Hang onto the blueprints we'll need and any photos that will help, especially any of Vargas or Ratero. Everyone get your gear together… I'll meet up with you here in about an hour, and we'll head out to the airport. FBI is joining us on this one – Fornell and a couple of his guys. We're doing the heavy lifting, they're the distraction in front."

Tony made a face. Gibbs noticed and smirked at him. "Be nice, DiNozzo. Fornell's got us a Gulfstream."

Tony's face lit up again, and they all turned to pack everything up while Gibbs headed out the door.