A few days later, the team wrapped up the case. Gibbs had already left, he was taking Charity out for dinner to celebrate her retirement. McGee was finishing up his report and Tony had finished his own. Tony was getting ready to leave when Ziva stopped him.

"What?" Tony asked.

"Remember, you're doing my paperwork, which includes my report." She answered, an evil smile across her face.

"But..." Tony began to protest.

"No." Ziva replied. She then leaned forward on her desk and looked him directly in the eye. "You can leave, but then...I'll spill the milk."

"Beans." Tony corrected. "Spill the beans."

"I thought I heard something about spilling the milk?"

"That would be don't cry over spilled milk." Tony replied.

"Why would anyone cry over spilled milk?" Ziva asked.

Tony sighed. "Just go."

Ziva smiled and headed out the door. McGee watched the exchange with a curious expression. "What does she have on you?" McGee asked.

"Nothing." Tony answered.

"She mentioned something about spilling the beans, Tony." McGee countered. "What does she have on you?"

"McGee, do you think, I'm really that stupid? If I tell you, then you'll just black mail me, too." Tony replied.

McGee sighed. "Good point." He finished up his report and left.

Tony sighed and started working on the reports.

Charity...

Charity sat in the booth at the diner with her father. Their favorite waitress brought them their orders. "So, what are you going to do now that you're retired?" Gibbs asked her.

"Just be a nurse." Charity answered.

"What about your future?"

"What are you talking about, Dad?" Charity asked.

"I just want you to be happy." Gibbs told her. "And while it would kill me inside to see you get married, I would also be glad because I'd know that you had someone to make you happy...I'd also like some grandkids."

Charity's eyes widened at her father. "Have you and Grammy made up and are now teaming up?"

Gibbs smiled. "I just want to see you happy...and while I know you can take care of yourself, I'd like to know that you had someone to take care of you after I'm gone."

"Dad, you're not...dying are you?" She asked.

"No. No." Gibbs answered. "Nothing like that. It's just a daddy thing. I worry about you."

Charity smiled at her dad. "Daddy, I'm fine." She said, reaching her hand across the table and giving his a squeeze. "I am happy."

"I know." Gibbs replied. "When you do find the right guy, as long as he treats you right and makes you happy, I'll approve and give you my blessing."

Charity smiled at him again. "I know, Daddy. I love you."

"I love you, too Munchkin."

A month later...

Gibbs, Ziva, and McGee were sitting at their desks, playing catch up on case reports. Tony had some comp time that he took as time off for that day and the next couple of days as well. Ziva was disappointed that she didn't have Tony to do he paperwork for those few days. Nothing was really happening, when the elevator doors opened and Fornell and Sacks walked in.

"What are you doing here Tobias?" Gibbs asked.

"Where's DiNozzo?" Fornell asked.

"At home." Gibbs answered. "He took some comp time off. Why?"

"Because one of our female agents was murdered last night and DiNozzo is the number one suspect." Sacks answered. "His finger prints and DNA are all over her."

Tony and Charity…

Charity felt Tony's fingers gently caressing her cheek. She grinned at the feel of his touch. "Morning, Snuggle Buns" She mumbled, not opening her eyes just yet and snuggling into him.

Tony chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Good morning Angel Eyes. Time to wake up."

Charity shook her head. "Don't wanna."

"Not even for breakfast?"

"What's for breakfast?" Charity asked.

"I bought a dozen donuts. Half of them are your favorites and half are mine." He answered.

"But…I don't wanna get up." Charity protested, finally opening her eyes.

"I'll bring it to you."

Charity smiled. "You're spoiling me."

"Okay, I'll stop." Tony said, a playful smile on his face.

"No…don't stop."

He chuckled and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'll be right back." He got up and left the bedroom. He headed for the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet and the milk out of the fridge. He poured both the glasses full and put the milk back. He was getting ready to head back to the bedroom with the milk and the donuts, when there was a knock on his door.

Tony sat the food down and headed to open the door, figuring it was one of his neighbors wanting to borrow something…or to yell at him for the noise from last night. He opened the door and was surprised to find Gibbs, Fornell, and Sacks standing on the other side. "What's going on, Boss?" He asked.

"Where were you last night between nine pm and midnight?" Sacks asked.

"Here." Tony answered.

"Is there anyone that can confirm that?" Sacks asked.

Then, as if on cue, Charity walked out of the bedroom, wearing one of Tony's shirts. "Tony, what's taking so long?" She asked. That was when she looked towards the door and saw the group of men. "Dad?" She asked, her eyes wide. She then pulled the hem o the shirt down over her legs more.

"Charity?" Gibbs asked, just as surprised.

Fornell was having a hard time containing his laughter. Gibbs' daughter with DiNozzo! This is priceless! He thought.

"W…what's going on?" Charity aske, her cheeks reddening.

"I should be asking you the same thing." Gibbs replied.