"Grab your gear."
"Dead marine?" Tony asked, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he followed Gibbs to the elevator. Ziva and McGee had left for the night, but Tony had stayed to catch up on paperwork.
"Nope. Dead cow."
Tony stopped walking.
"Four years today, Dinozzo. That calls for a steak dinner."
He hadn't realized what day it was. He usually paid close attention to anniversaries, but he'd had a busy year.
"So it's something to celebrate?" he asked casually as he stepped into the elevator.
Gibbs gave him a look.
Tony nodded. "Right. Why'd you hire me, Boss?"
"I had a gut feeling," said Gibbs.
"A gut feeling?"
"Yeah." He cocked his head to one side. "Might have been indigestion."