The elevator dings and opens, Tony steps out, flexing his right hand repeatedly, his backpack hanging from his left shoulder.

Tony removes his sunglasses, making his way over to his desk..."Morning, Probie."...He drops his bag behind the desk and sits down, turning on his monitor.

McGee was staring at his monitor, typing feverishly, his computer beeps..."Yes!"

Tony stands, moving over to McGee..."New game, Elf Lord?"...He smirked.

"What? Oh, no, I just won an auction for a mint condition Fantastic Four #48!"

"That's uhh, great, McGeek."...Tony slowly backs away..."Have fun with that."

"It's the first appearance of Silver Surfer!"...McGee exclaimed with joy..."I still can't believe I won it for less than 600."

"600..."...Tony tilted his head..."Bucks, McGee?"

"Yeah, they usually go for over 800."

"For a comic book?"

"They're called graphic novels now, but yeah, I got a great deal."...McGee watches Tony flexing his hand..."You okay?"

"Want some friendly advice about women, McGee?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Watch where you put your hands."

"Huh?"

"Never, ever touch a pregnant woman's breast."

Gibbs slaps Tony on the back of the head..."Good advice, DiNozzo."

"Thanks...Boss."...Tony winched in pain.

Gibbs moves behind his desk, retrieving his Sig from his drawer.

"We got a case, Boss?"...Tony quickly moves behind his desk, grabbing his gear.

"Corporal Ernie Yost passed away two weeks ago."

"What?"...Tony flops down in his chair..."How?"

"Fell asleep, didn't wake up. He was battling pneumonia at Walter Reed."

"Some kind of wrong doing, Boss?"...McGee asked, moving towards Gibbs desk.

"Someone tried to sell his Medal of Honor to a pawnshop yesterday."

"Do they have a surveillance camera, Boss?"...Tony asked, jumping up from his chair.

Gibbs nods... "DiNozzo, you and McGee head over and check it out, I'll meet you at Walter Reed."...Gibbs held out a piece of paper to McGee..."The address."

McGee takes the address from Gibbs. Tony moves over, taking the piece of paper from McGee..."Come on, McGee."

Tony and McGee move to the elevator. Tony goes to press the button when the elevator dings and opens, Fornell and Langer stood on the elevator. Fornell steps out, but Langer remained in the elevator. He steps to the doorway, smiling..."When am I gonna get that re-match, DiNozzo?"

"I'm really not in the mood, Langer."...Tony said, trying to slide past him.

"Whoa, not wanger? How's Ziva? Still a bitch?"...Langer said, blocking their way.

Tony raises his hand in front of him, flexing it, before making a fist.

"What, you gonna hit me? Come on, punch me, I dare you. You don't have the b..."

Tony punches Langer in the face, he slams against the back wall of the elevator.

Langer covers his nose with his hands, groaning and whimpering in pain..."You punched me!"

"Well, duh!"...Tony steps into the elevator, he grabs Langer by the tie, but it pops off. Tony looks down at it..."A clip-on? Honestly?"...Tony shakes his head, pushing and holding Langer against the wall..."I don't have time to play with you, Langer, but just name your game and I'll be there, whether it be: basketball, football, checkers, hopscotch, I don't give a shit and we'll finish this like men, but if you EVER call my wife a bitch again I'll put my Salvatore Ferragamo's so far up your ass, you'll be shitting Italian leather until the cows come home."...Tony slams Langer against the wall... "Capice?!"

Langer quickly nods.

Tony turns, pushing Langer out of the elevator..."Lets go, McGee."

McGee joins Tony in the elevator, the elevator doors starts to close, Langer lowers his hands, his nose and lip bloodied. Tony tosses the clip-on tie through the small opening, hitting Langer in the chest, it falls harmlessly to the floor below.

"Langer!"...Fornell yelled. Langer turns, looking at his Fornell..."What in the hell are you doing?"

"He hit me!"...Langer yelled, pointing at the elevator.

"Shut up and get over here."

Langer makes his way over..."Why you yelling at me? He hit me."

"Why do you insist on pissing them off?"

"They started it!"

Fornell slaps Langer on the back of the head..."How old are you, Langer? Huh?"

"What do you need, Tobias?"...Gibbs asked, putting on his jacket.

"I need to talk to you about one of your cold cases."

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Tony and McGee stood in front a TV watching footage from the surveillance camera..."You know, I'm gonna have to thank Langer, my hand feels better now."...Tony proclaimed.

"Really?"

"Rewind that, McGee."...Tony said, pressing his finger against the television monitor.

McGee rewinds the video.

"Pause it."...Tony said.

McGee pauses the video, seeing a white female, wearing sunglasses and hat holding out the medal to the owner of the pawnshop, she sets her left hand on the glass top.

"Get a picture of that, McGee...I'll be upfront."

"Yeah, will do, Tony."

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Gibbs walks up to a nurses' desk, holding up his badge..."Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS."

"You want to talk to Commander Johnson, Sir."...A young brown haired woman said, pointing down the hall..."The older man with glasses."

"Thank you."...Gibbs replied, making his way towards the man..."Commander Johnson?"

"Yes?"...The man said, turning towards Gibbs.

"Gibbs, NCIS."...He once again showed his badge, then ID.

"Ah, about Corporal Yost?"...He shook his head, walking into a room..."Took you long enough."

"Excuse me?"...Gibbs said, following the doctor.

"I filed the report two weeks ago, finally had to have my assistant call yesterday after we had Corporal Yost cremated."

"Cremated? He was suppose to be buried next to his wife."

"That's not what it said in his records."

"Who's in charge of these records, Commander?"

"We have several people who oversee medical records, personal issues, but with all the cutbacks, anyone you works here can view those documents. Our security has become so...lax."

"I want everything you have on anyone who came within contact with Corporal Yost, every doctor, nurse, patient, visitor."...Gibbs moves to the door, taking out his cell.

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McGee walks out of the backroom of the pawnshop, Tony was dusting for prints on top of the glass display case..."Tony?"

"Yeah?"...Tony leans down, blowing the excess powder away, revealing three fingerprints.

"Why are you...you never do that."

"We're cops, McGee, we're not suppose to get emotionally involved with witnesses and victims, but sometimes you just can't help it. Ernie Yost."...Tony sighs as he presses the lifting tape to the glass, lifting the fingerprints from it..."He deserves it, McGee."

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Tony walks up the nurses' station, he starts to pull out his badge..."DiNozzo!"...Gibbs called out, Tony turns, looking down the hall..."Where's McGee?"

"With Abby, running the photo through a facial recogniction program, hopefully we'll get something, or the fingerprints."

"Fingerprints?"

"Yeah, lifting them from the display case...what do you want me to do, Boss?"

"What you're best at, DiNozzo."

"Umm...Boss?"

"Talk to the nurses, you know, women."

"Heh. I am a one-woman man now, Gibbs."

"Just do it, DiNozzo!"

"On it, Boss!"...Tony quickly moves back to the nurses' station, he pulls his badge..."DiNozzo, NCIS...I'd like to ask you some questions, Miss..."

The young woman looks up at him and smiles..."Rachel Ward and of course."

"Rachel, huh? Heh."...He squints his eyes, then smiles..."You look familar, do you play softball at Rock Creek Park?"

"Sir?"

Tony takes off his hat, placing it on her head..."Yeah, yeah, you played softball don't cha? You're really good!"

She laughs..."I'm sorry, but I don't play softball, Sir."

"Heh. My mistake."...Tony reaches out, taking back his hat..."You don't play softball, you're a thief."

"Excuse me?"

"You tried to pawn a Medal of Honor at Jimmy's pawn shop ar 456 Florida Ave., Rachel. A Congressional Medal of Honor medal, Rachel...are you kidding me?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Sir."

"Enough. We have you on camera, Rachel and we have your fingerprints."

She stood up in a panic..."It's not what you think."

"What? That you're a thief? That you steal from a dead man?"...Tony grabs her by the wrist..."Where is the medal?"

"I...I...I."....Rachel uttered.

"Do you want it to be know by all these American soldiers, who risked their lives, who came back from a war without body parts, that you stole a medal from a dead soldier? HUH?! Hey, everyone...this woman."

"Stop, stop...the doctor."

"Which doctor?"...Tony shook her arm.

Rachel turns her head, glancing towards a passing Commander Johnson.

Tony follows her eyes, seeing his name on his doctor's coat.

"Boss."...Tony called out..."Johnson."

The doctor turns, looking at Tony. Gibbs grabs him, shoving him into the wall..."You're suppose to be helping them, Doctor."...Gibbs cuffs the doctor, making him grunt in pain..."Where's the damn medal and don't make me ask again."

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Tony sat at his desk watching as Gibbs put on his jacket..."Where you going, Boss?"

Gibbs picks up a golden urn..."Corporal Yost wanted to be by his wife and he's gonna get it."

Tony smiles..."Good for him."

Gibbs stops in front of Tony's desk, setting a box on Tony's desk..."Take care of that, Tony."...Gibbs moves towards the elevator, pressing the button, waiting for it to come.

Tony picks up the box and leans back, opening the box. He runs his fingers over the top of Corporal Yost's Honor of Medal and sighs. He looks up, seeing Gibbs disappear into the elevator.

Tony snaps the box closed, he rolls his chair back, opening his bottom drawer, he pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocking it..."Safest place in the world, Ernie and you'll have great company."...Tony sets the box on top of Gibbs' medals and locks it, he closes the drawer and stands up..."And don't worry, once I'm gone, my son will take care of you, I promise you that."