Tony blinked hard as he stepped from the darkness of the military transport into the painfully bright London sun. "Isn't this place supposed to be rainy?"

"It is called weather, Tony. You may not have noticed but it changes quite often," Ziva explained, brushing past him.

He huffed. "Really? I didn't know that, thank you, Ziva."

"Get a move on, DiNozzo," Gibbs snapped, striding past with Abby.

"Got it, boss."

They were met by a young woman in a lieutenant's uniform just inside the hangar.

"You from NCIS?" she asked.

Gibbs gave a sharp nod.

"We have your vehicle out front. Try not to blow it up."

"Does that happen often?" Ziva asked.

The lieutenant sighed. "You don't wanna know..." She shook her head. "Keys are on the door. Best of luck." Then she spun on her heel and vanished through a doorway.

"Ziver, you're driving," Gibbs instructed as they piled into the silver supermini. "Make sure we're not followed."

She smirked and took the keys.

"We're all gonna die," Tony whispered over McGee's shoulder.

A sickening car ride later, they pulled up outside a run-down townhouse on the outskirts of London.

McGee hiccoughed. "I think I'm going to be sick..."

"Easy, there, Probie," Tony chuckled, patting his back as he headed for the door.

Inside, the house was cramped and covered in a thick layer of dust. The curtains were moth-eaten and yellowing, and the furniture was laughably tasteless.

"What is this place?" McGee asked, finally making it to the door.

"Safehouse."

Tony scoffed. "From when, 1950?"

Gibbs glared at him.

"1980?" he amended sheepishly.

"Actually, Tony," Ducky began, stepping through the door behind him, "this safehouse was last used in 1983, by a certain NCIS director and her undercover partner, I believe."

Tony eyed him curiously.

"Duck," Gibbs warned.

"Ah, yes. A story for another time." He nodded and continued further into the dusty house, leaving a rather disappointed Tony standing in the doorway.

Thank y'all for reading, and to those of you who have stuck with this story, thank you for not giving up hope on me! I promise I am trying to find time to write, Real Life just has other ideas. And also I know I promised more plot soon, and I promise that's still coming, for realsies this time.

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