The next day, Tony came in, feeling no better than the day before.

His dreams were filled with unsettling images, including that of CPO Wilson and his little daughter, Melanie. He'd woken twice, covered in sweat, heart racing, but finally did get some sleep.

He did, however, wake up again in the morning, having made a strange mess of his bedding, and wondered why he couldn't at least remember the dream if he'd had an orgasm in it. After all…that would only be fair for the trouble of cleaning up the bed…again.

It was a little humiliating.

And as the day before, he had the headache, which had persisted through several over the counter pain remedies. His neck ache had sort of spread into the shoulder. Maybe I'm getting the flu…he thought, as he strode toward his desk.

He slowly put his bag down, noticing there were things on his desk, items that made him immediately smile.

There was a plate with jelly doughnuts, a cup of coffee, a candy bar with a note under it, and a card with his name on it.

"Wow," he said, "what's all this? It's not my birthday or anything…" he sat down to peruse the gifts.

"Coulda' fooled me," Gibbs said from his desk, before looking back down at a report he needed to sign.

"Good morning, Boss !" Tony said cheerfully. "Would you like a doughnut?"

"No. Thanks."

"So," Tony saw Ziva smiling and looking at him, expectantly, "do you know who's responsible for this, my little ninja?"

"I left you the doughnuts. I know they are your favorite. Yes?" She said it while getting up to walk over to him.

"Why yes they are," he smiled, taking a bite of one.

"I got you your coffee," McGee said from his desk, almost annoyed it seemed Ziva's gift was better.

"You did?" Tony turned to look at him, a little disbelievingly.

"Yep. Half regular, half decaf, just the way you like it."

Tony felt a little uneasy, but said, "Thank you, Probie. That was very thoughtful of you.'

Just then, Ziva sat along the edge of his desk, a little close.

"I was wondering," she said in a low and somewhat seductive voice, "what you are doing tonight after work."

He stared at her for a minute, taking in the dark eyes intent on his face.

"Ah, I have plans. Ziva. With Maura."

Ziva looked at him for a moment, and he could swear she looked furious, but it faded quickly, as she hopped off the desk. "Oh," she murmured, turning to go back to her desk, "that is a shame."

His mouth was a little agape, as he wondered what had gotten into them.

He took another look at McGee, happily working away again at the data entry.

He looked back to his desk, and looked at the note next, under the candy bar. It was from Sarah in personnel, who apparently wanted him to have her phone number.

Shaking his head, he tossed it in the trash.

Next was the card – from Abby. She wrote him a beautiful note, thanking him for the gift he gave her yesterday. At least that's normal, he thought.

He got up and walked over to Gibbs, who looked up at him over his glasses before taking them off.

Gibbs raised one eyebrow in question.

Tony leaned in, trying to almost whisper, "Boss, do you know what has gotten into everyone ? I mean, I'm getting the creeps here. All this nice…ness. It's…wrong…"

"Maybe they've just been worried about you Tony. You still don't look right to me. Are you okay?"

This was way too nice, definitely for Gibbs.

"You're all pod people. What have you done with Gibbs?"

"Maybe you should take the day." Gibbs said gently.

Tony frowned, and turned slowly to go to his desk, wondering if he'd slipped into a parallel universe of some kind.

"Well, don't look a gift horse in the mouth, DiNozzo…"he muttered to himself getting ready to pack up.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gibbs asked him, sounding annoyed from his desk.

"But…you just said…" Tony turned to look at him, saw the glare, the daggers coming from Gibbs' eyes.

"Nowhere, Boss."

"Since your minions are doing the file input for you, Tony, you may as well start reviewing all the cold cases from our teams over the last six months. Maybe something will jump at you for new leads."

"Yes, Boss, I'll get right to it." He was confused. Did Gibbs just say he should take the day? Whatever. Everyone was acting crazy. Gibbs putting him on cold cases was actually comforting because it was normal. He took a bite of jelly doughnut as he pulled up the files on his system, noticing Ziva watching him. He looked back to his screen, ignoring her.

Gibbs was trying to figure out why he had almost given Tony the day off, for no good reason.

He looked up at McGee and Ziva, working diligently…why had they decided to take the files from Tony?

Abby was running diagnostics on her main cpu, to some very loud music, when Gibbs walked in to see her. He put the Caf-Pow on the desk as per usual, thinking she didn't know he was there.

"Gibbs!" she turned, smiling with glee just before he could call her name over the volume of the "noise".

She turned it down quickly. "Hello Bossman! We have no cases…what brings you to my lair this fine morning?" She had seen the faint worry on his face, the minute she turned around.

He sighed, "Tony."

Her smile faltered at the thought something was wrong with him.

"What's wrong? Did something hap-"

"No, Abby, he's fine."

"Oh…then what is it?"

He tilted his head, "Have you noticed anything different about him lately? Or for that matter, Ziva and McGee?"

"Um, no…" she looked away for just a second.

"Abby."

"Well…I dunno if I can tell you, Gibbs. It's embarrassing…"

"Abby. Come on, who are you talking to?"

"I know Gibbs…okay. Well…I noticed the other night…Tony looked…good."

"Uh-huh, and…?"

"That's it."

"Just, "good" ?"

"No, well, yes. I didn't think much about it when we went to dinner the other night. Because, you know, his girlfriend is so beautiful, I figured that made him go from hot to sex bomb anyway. But then, he gave me a present yesterday, and it was so, so special, Gibbs. He gave me this beautiful brush and mirror set that belonged to his Mom, and he practically called me his sister."

Gibbs felt proud of Tony, for making such a beautiful gesture to Abby. "Sounds really nice Abs. Why don't you sound happy?"

"Oh I am." She looked around.

"Abby."

"I just feel a little guilty, because I kept thinking in the back of my mind, that he looked soooo good…"

Gibbs' eyes widened, "Oh."

"Yeah, I dunno' if he's wearing some kind of crazy pheromone cologne, or Maura sprinkled magic dust on him or something. But I just ignored it. I feel like, a creep now Gibbs. And then I went and got him a thank you card. Do you think he liked it? I didn't talk to him yet today…"

"I'm sure he did. And whatever you picked up on, apparently is working on Ziva and McGee because they're doing his work for him."

"No," she gawked at first and then laughed. "Maybe it is Maura."

Gibbs snorted. "Not likely. I'm thinking new cologne, and he blackmailed them and it's an act."

He was acting flippant about it with Abby, but something about all this had him on edge. Worried. What Abby told him wasn't much of an explanation. And she may have just gotten overly emotional about the gift Tony gave her…to produce that effect.

She shrugged, "Well, that's all I got, my silver-haired fox."

He smiled at that, and kissed her cheek before he walked out.

As Gibbs got back to his desk, he could hear Tony on the phone, sounding a little tense.

"No. No. Maura…I swear, I'm fine. You don't have to- Maura? Crap." He hung up the phone dejectedly.

"Trouble in paradise?" Ziva asked, not looking up.

"Not that it's any of your business, but she's coming by to have lunch with me. Apparently whether I like it or not." He sighed, going back to his computer.

"You know, if you wanna' smooth things over," McGee said innocently, "you could try eye of newt."

Gibbs smiled, since things seemed a little more normal with that comment.

"You are SO funny McGee. You're killing me." Tony quipped, irritated.

When lunchtime rolled around, the elevator door dinged, and Maura made her way with her visitors badge to Tony's desk.

"Why didn't you just call ?" he asked, "I would have met you downstairs."

She smiled walking to his desk in her simple black skirt and royal blue blouse.

"I was hoping to run into Gibbs too, to say hi," she stood close, but didn't go to kiss him, respecting his workplace.

"Right here," Gibbs said, smiling at her and getting up.

Ziva glared at her, while McGee looked on curiously, blushing again.

She gave Gibbs a warm smile, and a hug.

"Nice to see you," she said, "I was sorry you weren't there for dinner Sunday."

"I'm sure the others kept you…entertained," Gibbs said, seeing the way Ziva was boiling in the background.

"Would you excuse me?" Gibbs said, going to Ziva's desk, and talking to her in lowered tones about the case files, undoubtedly to distract her.

Tony was grateful for the save. He saw Ziva' expression as well. He was worried about a catfight erupting over him. Not that he wouldn't want to see that. Just not at NCIS.

"Hi McGee," she waved as he waved back, silently.

"Ready to go?" He walked with Maura tagging next to him to the elevator, and snuck in a kiss while he thought no one was looking.

She smiled, loving the warm feel of his lips. But there was something else…a scent of some kind…a vision went through her…a woman…

She looked at his eyes for a moment, trying to see the deception in them. She almost recoiled from him.

"What?" he asked, alarmed at the look she was giving him.

"You're sleeping with someone else."

"What?" his voice raised a little, in shock and indignation. "Are you nuts?"

"Tell me. Who's the girl with curly blonde hair?"

He looked away from her for a moment, thoroughly confused. The dream…the girl…but it was only a dream.

"Maura," he shook his head. "No. I'm a lot of things. But I wouldn't do that to you."

She swallowed, trying to hold back her anger, and hurt feelings. "It's okay, I mean, we never discussed-"

"Dammit! I can't deal with this," he fumed, "I need some air," he said and hopped onto the elevator that had opened up, leaving her there.

The doors closed, and her hands were shaking. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe it wasn't what she thought. Maybe somehow it was that damned mirror playing tricks on them both.

"You okay?" the gentle, masculine voice said beside her.

She turned to look at Gibbs, with pain in her big , dark eyes. "Can we talk?"

Gibbs tried to calm her down. It was obvious she and Tony had gotten into some kind of fight before they could leave to go to lunch. And it must have been serious enough for Tony to just storm out on her like that.

He sat her in the smaller conference room.

She sipped the water he gave her, pushing back her long black hair.

"Thank you."

She looked sad to him, and maybe just a little lost.

"What's going on?" he said, cutting to the chase, knowing she would want that anyway.

"I'm…frightened, Jethro." She looked around for a moment to gather her thoughts, then leveled the saucer eyes at him. "He's in danger."

Gibbs' gut twisted.

"From who?"

"I don't know. That antique' mirror he had shipped home…have you seen it?"

"No."

"Well, I can understand if you think I'm particularly insane…but, it's bad. It…I can't explain it. I have a terrible feeling…and I'm worried. There's something…different about him. I can't put my finger on it."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow and looked at her, seriously. "I don't know if it has anything to do with an old mirror, but I know something is up with him. Whether or not I believe the same things you do may be irrelevant. I know him pretty well, and I'm guessing you've got his number down already. So, I'm in no position to call you insane. "

Her bottom lip quivered, but she controlled her urge to cry. Thank God he was at least listening, and worried about Tony.

"What can I do for you, right now?" He leaned forward, showing her he was sincere. He knew she wasn't crazy, and had good instincts, though he may not buy into all the things she believed.

"Just…can you keep an eye on him? And maybe go look at that thing? In his place? I mean, you really are a witch too, Gibbs."

He snorted softly, and smiled. "I dunno' about that, but, for you, I'll take a look. And you never have to ask me to look out for him. He's one of my own."

She nodded, and gave him a grateful look. "Thank you."