As Monday rolled around, Madeline dreaded the scene that would unfold. She woke up, in his bed, alone. As usual. He was either already awake, down in the basement, or already at work. Getting out of bed she went into the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

Slipping on her black t-shirt, black jeans, and black heels she knew she could at least distract him with what she was wearing. He was standing in the kitchen with his hand outstretched. Looking down, she noticed he had a to-go mug of tea for her.

"Thank you."

"Good morning." He turned around and smiled.

His eyes scanned over her, taking in her slight curves. There was something very different about her. He couldn't figure it out. She looked more voluptuous. Setting down his cup of coffee, he walked over and took her into his arms.

"I already know." He whispered in her ear before kissing her on the lips.

"What?" Pulling back slightly, she gave him a curious look.

"You're filling in for Ziva."

"How did you find out?"

"Do you think Vance is the only one who knows what's going on at all times?"

"And you're okay with this?"

"Yes, because that means you have to obey my every order."

"Desk duty?"

"Oh yeah," He smirked.

"You mean you don't find it a turn on when I am handling a gun?" Her finger traced down his chest to the top of his khaki pants.

"It's time to go." Taking her hand, he kissed it, before grabbing his coffee.

"You are no fun in the morning."

"You are working for me now, there is no fun when we are on office hours."

An hour later the team was immersed in a new case. This one was dealing with a dead NCIS agent that was with their own office, but was working undercover in Egypt. The agent's body was already down with Ducky while Gibbs, McGee, and Tony were at the agent's apartment.

Tapping her fingers on the desk, she had pulled up all the information she could on the dead agent. His name was Todd Langer. He was only twenty-five years old. Almost the same age as her. Reducing the screen, she started to type into a rather restricted area. Once she found the information she needed, she printed it out and pulled out her personal cell phone.

"Good morning Allen Scott's office, how may I help you?" A young woman answered on the line, she sounded as if she was around thirty five.

"Scott Lindale."

"May I ask whose calling?"

"NCIS, now transfer me." Madeline had little patience for secretaries.

"Scott Lindale," She smiled as she heard his all too familiar voice.

"Hey Scotty,"

"Madds? Is that really you?" He chuckled. Looking down at the caller i.d. he noticed where she was calling from. "Following in your mother's footsteps?"

"This is a personal line…"

"Provided by NCIS?"

"Fuck,"

"Yeah, it happens to the best of us. I heard about Todd, I'm sorry to hear about your loss."

"Actually that's part of what I'm calling about."

"You mean you didn't just call to catch up? It's been five years!" He shook his head.

"You know I love you."

"Love me enough only to call for favors."

"Please Scotty, for old times?"

"Fine, what is it?" He pulled out a piece of paper and pen and scribbled down a few names and numbers. "Madeline, you do realize what you're asking for correct?"

"Yes, I know. But, you're the only one that I know has connections there."

"If they are found they will be killed."

"It's a matter of importance. You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"Alright, I will see what I can find out."

"Thank you." She sighed in relief, looking up she watched as the team walked back into the office. "I've got to go."

"When will I see you?"

"This weekend, I'll buy you lunch or dinner." She started to whisper as Gibbs came over.

"Alright, I will call you later this week."

"Thank you." Hanging up the phone, she slipped it back into her pocket as Tony pulled the pictures up on the big screen.

"Having fun probie?" Tony flipped through the pictures.

"Did you find anything at his apartment?" Madeline asked, standing up.

"No, nothing that anyone would kill for." McGee pointed out.

"Money? Maybe he had a big check coming." She suggested.

"We checked it out already." Tony sighed. "He's clean."

"How long has he been assigned in Egypt?" She grabbed the record from Gibbs' desk and began to flip through it.

"He's been there two years, but the record is pretty basic. Vance is keeping this case on a need to know basis." McGee sat down at his desk.

"You know what that means?" Madeline sighed.

"It involves someone we all know." Gibbs took the file from her and put it back on her desk.

"Are we sending a team over there boss?" Tony asked.

"As of now no, under the orders of the director," He sat down."However, I want you to find out everything you can. McGee,"

"I know, a free pass." He started typing away, breaking into the CIA and possibly Vance's computer.

"Better make it quick McGoogle." Tony looked up to see Vance looking over the staircase at them as Gibbs went back to his desk.

"I want something now McGee," Gibbs set his coffee down.

"Working on it boss," He continued to type as Madeline's phone rang.

Walking away from the rest of the group, she answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Madds," It was Scott.

"Hey, how are you?" She asked.

"I've pulled a couple files, but it's not much."

"It's better than nothing."

"But, I did manage to work someone over in their system."

"Really?" Looking at the time on her phone, it was going on 4:00pm.

"I can get the information to you by the weekend."

"Are you mailing it?"

"Nope, delivering it personally."

"You're coming to D.C.?" He was currently working in France.

"I expect you to pick me up at the airport at 1:15 on Friday."

"Alright, I will see you then."

Hanging up the phone Madeline turned around only to run into Gibbs. Looking up at him, she saw an unfamiliar look in his eyes. As she tried to walk around him, he stepped closer. Turning back around, she headed towards the elevator. Getting in he waited for the doors to close before shutting it down.

"What's wrong?" Madeline crossed her arms over her chest.

"What's going on? What aren't you telling me?" He stepped toward her.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know you can't lie to me."

"Just doing some digging," She shrugged.

"Why are you so tense?"

"Because, I don't like small spaces," She went to start the elevator but he grabbed her hand and pulled her against him. "This is what I'm talking about, small spaces,"

"Look at me," He waited until their eyes met.

"What?" She sighed.

"I love you." The words rolled off of his tongue as if he had been saying it for years.

"I- I love you too." Leaning forward she gave him a light kiss as the elevator started back up.

Exiting the elevator, they walked back into the main room. Gibbs walked over to his desk and sat down as Madeline went to Ziva's desk. Looking up at McGee, they noticed he was done typing. Tony was still sitting on his desk, eating an apple he had pulled out of his desk drawer.

"Boss?" McGee watched as he got up and walked toward the elevator.

"You know what to do McGee." Gibbs said as the doors closed.

"Jethro, to what do I owe this visit?" Ducky asked as he spun around in his chair to see Gibbs walk in the door.

"I can't come down to visit?" He smirked.

"It's highly unlikely." Chuckling, he watched as Tony and McGee walked in. "See Jethro I told you, it's highly unlikely."

"Hi Ducky," Madeline smiled as she walked into autopsy.

"Hello my dear," He stood up and walked over to the door to lock it. Just as he turned the lock Abby banged on the door.

"I had a feeling you guys would be here." Abby walked into the room.

"Abby, what are you doing here?" Gibbs asked.

"I know when something is wrong." She added. "Plus Vance left, so I figured it was clear."

"Alright McGee what did you find?" Gibbs leaned against one of the cold metal tables.

"Well, not much but I found out where he was stationed and where he lived in Egypt. I also found that he was in contact FBI." McGee, reached in his pocket and pulled out a small scrap of paper where he kept his notes.

"Do we know why?" Tony asked.

"There's no paper work documenting why he called. But, he called over fifteen times in the past week." McGee answered.

"That doesn't make sense. Why wouldn't he call NCIS?" Madeline pointed out. "If there was a problem the last people you would trust is FBI."

"This is where it gets complicated." Abby chimed in. They all looked to her curiously. "What? I was curious." She shrugged.

"Enlighten us," Gibbs sighed.

"Alright, so I was digging through Vance's computer…there isn't much on there. But, what I did find was interesting. Did you ever see the James Bond movies?"

"There's many," Tony was in his element.

"Okay, well there was one dealing with Russians and James Bond finds himself stuck with a woman who is supposed to be a Russian spy, but then she doesn't realize she is working for another company…" She started to rant.

"From Russia with Love starring the great Sean Connery," Tony added.

"To the point Abby," Gibbs interjected.

"Okay well, Todd, also known as Stanley McGuire aka James Tawnley is, or rather was, in way over his head." She tapped on the table.

"Elaborate," Gibbs added.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to remember. You couldn't meet in the lab where I'd have my babies and my computer?" Abby pouted.

"Your lab is monitored." McGee pointed out. "I found that on Vance's computer."

"Bad director, I'm sweeping my lab asap." She glared. "So, when James was first recruited he worked with NCIS. However, he was then sent to FBI. The FBI hired him. However, James was still working for NCIS as a spy. So the FBI sends him back to NCIS, because now he is supposed to be a spy for the FBI." Abby was on her usual roll.

"Double agent, I like it." Tony chuckled.

"That doesn't explain how he ended up in Cairo." Madeline tried to piece it together.

"That's where I get lost. See, the order for him to go there was ours." Abby shrugged.

"But, he was reporting to FBI?" Tony questioned.

"That's the thing, I don't know if he was. I couldn't get to his phone records."

"Good work Abby." Gibbs patted her on the back.

"No caf pow?" She pouted.

"It's in your lab already." He smiled.

"Boss, I can get those records, but not on our computers. I have a friend-" McGee started before he was interrupted by Tony.

"McGeek has friends?"

"Shut up Tony." Madeline punched him in the arm.

"Ouch," Tony rubbed his arm.

"Behave children." Abby scolded them.

"Anyways, I can see if I can get the records but it might take me a day." McGee finished.

"Get me those records McGee," Gibbs ordered. "DiNozzo, see if Tawnley was seeing someone who lived here,"

"You sure that's a good idea?" Madeline gave Tony a sideways glance.

"That's why you are going with him. Check his apartment first and then tomorrow we will see from his phone records." Gibbs headed toward the door. "Abby, you and Ducky can go home for the night."

"Yes sir," Abby saluted him as the door opened and closed.

"Gibbs," Madeline ran after him. "Where are you going?"

"To see a friend," He answered as he opted for the stairs.

"Abby," McGee grabbed her before she walked back to her lab.

"Yeah?"

"I could use your help." He smiled. "Want to come over to my place?"

"Have I ever said no?" She smiled. "Let me get my bag."

Madeline and Tony headed upstairs and to the parking lot. Tony drove as Madeline switched off her phone. As they arrived at the apartment, Tony switched off his phone. Reaching in the back Madeline grabbed the bag with all their supplies.

"Ready?" Tony asked.

"Let's get this over with." Closing the car door, they walked up to the apartment and buzzed themselves in.

"I'll take the bedroom." Tony called dibs.

"You won't find anything there." Madeline chimed in. "He was a double agent, if he has anything here it would be hidden where most people don't search." Madeline walked into the kitchen.

Opening the cabinets, she looked at the several cereal boxes, checking to see if any of them where open. In the rest of the cabinets there were cans of food, plastic bags, trash bags, and cleaning supplies. Underneath the sink was even more. There was a closet further in the kitchen which contained a washer, dryer, and a trash can.

"DiNozzo get in here." Madeline left the kitchen and went into the bedroom. "What are you doing?"

"If you are gone this long and miss your girlfriend you're most likely to have these." Tony pointed to a box under the bed of tapes.

"Porn? Tony really get a life." She shook her head.

"In one of these is probably home made," He smirked.

"Give me the box." She held out her hands.

"Why?"

"I don't trust you to watch them. You go search the kitchen and I will fast forward through the tapes." He pulled the box closer to him as he stood up.

"Ah, so it comes out."

"What?"

"You watch porn."

"Tony, I will kill you. Now, give me the box." She tapped her foot.

"I knew you did." He put the box on the bed. "I think Kate did too."

"No, she didn't." Hitting him in the gut, she watched him hunch over.

"You are much more violent than she was." He righted himself.

"Kitchen, now." She shooed him out of the bedroom as she stuck in the first tape. "This is going to give me nightmares for a week."

She managed to get through three of the fifteen tapes before she left the room. Walking into the kitchen, she heard cereal crunch beneath her shoe. Looking down, there were boxes thrown all over. Tony was still only half way through the cereal boxes.

"Find anything?" Madeline asked.

"No, still looking, but for one man this is a lot of cereal." He sighed as he tossed another box aside. "How are the tapes?"

"Disgusting,"

"Want to trade?"
"No, keep digging. Do not forget the trash can." She smirked as she went back into the bedroom.

Sitting down on the floor, she rested back against the foot of the bed. As she sat there and fast forwarded through the video, she felt sick to her stomach. Four tapes later she still had yet to find anything. Looking at her watch, it was after ten. Switching the tapes, she sat back again. Fast forwarding, she got about half way through the tape before it switched. Instead of a color picture it switched to black and white.

Stopping, she hit rewind and play to see Tony had been right. There was Tawnley and a woman, rolling around in his bed. Stopping the video, she found the best frame she could that showed the woman's face.

"I found it." Madeline removed the tape from the player. "You were right."

Walking out to the living room, she found Tony asleep, lying on the living room floor. Stepping over him, she went into the kitchen to see he only got through half of the cabinets.

"Tony," She poked him in the arm with her shoe. "Wake up."

"What? Did we get something?" He yawned as he sat up.

"Home made,"

"I was right." Standing up, he took the video and bagged it. "I'll take it to Abby tomorrow to run face recognization."

"We still haven't gotten through the kitchen."

"We can come back tomorrow, but I bet Abby will get a hit."

"If we come back, you're digging in the trash." Madeline pointed out as she turned off the lights.

"Where should I leave you at?" He asked as they drove back toward the agency.

"Gibbs' house, I need to talk to him." She explained.

"You don't need to explain." He looked over at her.

"It goes against rule 7." She chuckled.

"We all break rule 7 all the time."

"You miss her don't you?"

"Who?"

"Ziva,"

"Officer David made her choice." His face showed his emotion even though his voice didn't convey it.

"She is afraid of trusting others."

"Then we didn't really have a relationship did we?" His car stopped outside of Gibbs' house.

"Tony, she cared about you."

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow probie."

Sighing, she waited for a moment before opening the door. As she got of the car and shut the door she watched Tony drive off. When she got into the house she locked the door. He wasn't downstairs or in the living room, but instead was in the bedroom. Walking over to him she wrapped her arms around his waist as he removed his watch. He turned around and pulled her into his arms, holding her against him.