AN: Okay, it's all fixed now. Sorry for the inconvenience of the giant paragraph, but special thanks to Malaskor, Denni, Wolf Jade, Salem Navy, and jtb, and for pointing it out to me. I uh, checked it twice in the preview/edit thingy provides, but I guess the formatting snafu'd somewhere along the way. Oh, and if you'd like to know what fubard and snafu are, just ask. Hehe. But be warned they contain the f-word. Hehe. Just trying to be nice. Oh, and everything is the same in the story as before with the small exception of this Author's Note. ;)

AN: Yes, I'm back! I know you want an update of Not Another One, but I'll get around to that later. This is what I have typed. So, there! All unnecessary notes are saved for the end of this chapter. :D Oh, and I just realized I have chapter 5.2 on here also! So be nice, and review a whole friggin' lot! Maybe I'll give you an extra gift as retribution for my absence. Hmmm... Maybe 'retribution' wasn't the best word... Oh, and anyone who's not reading Theoretical's story, 'NA', really should! I'm not endorsing her story because I know her(I guess it's a her), I actually don't know her. Never even emailed her to my recollection. It's just awesome! Reminds me of 'Bad Kitty' and my other funky ones. :p And the old JAG ones. ¡sob! It's the end of the world as we know it! To you, JAG, I'll miss you old friend/clang of margarita glass/ Expect to see wallpapers and poems on my site as tributes to a friend who was there for me through it all. JAG, of course. :D Been watching since I was 6. :D On to the story!
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It had taken the four of them a mere 15 minutes to plant the mini motion sensors and cameras. Fred and Gibbs had assembled them while Tony and Kate placed them, trying their best to look inconspicuous- which turned out being harder than they thought. They finished with the last sensor, placing it in a crack between a flowerpot and the wall next to the doorbell and reentered the house, shutting the cold out behind them.

"Boss, remind me why we need these things; Kate promised she'd keep her hands off of me." Tony grinned suggestively at his partner.

"I said I'd try to restrain myself from strangling you." Kate corrected.

Fred cocked an eyebrow, looking from the younger agents to Gibbs questioningly.

Gibbs nodded at him. "Always." He replied. "Tony, we need 'these things' because one pair of victims was drugged prior to death. If you two are passed out when the killer comes, the motion sensors will pick it up and someone at NCIS can call the M.P.s."

"And if he gets away before the cavalry arrives, we'll have a photo of him. Got it. So... Where does all this stuff go?" Tony asked.

Gibbs grabbed the hand truck. "That's for you to decide."

"What? Gibbs, there are a lot of boxes here." Kate protested.

"That's why you came today. You have all weekend to unpack. Abby labeled the boxes for you."

Kate looked around. They were standing in the only floor space not occupied by containers. She also noticed that the couch was backwards against the wall.

"Well...what about the sofa?" She spluttered.

Gibbs shrugged.

"Tony's good at moving furniture. Just think of it as... nesting."

"I-," Tony started.

"Bye." Gibbs called as he left the house.

Fred gave them an apologetic smile as he followed his friend. "Sorry, guys. Good luck."

The door closed quietly behind Fred, leaving Kate standing in the living room, staring in defeat at the various sized boxes.

"I cannot believe he's leaving us with all this crap."

"Believe it." Tony replied as he moved away from the window. "They just pulled out of the driveway."

"Fine." She sighed. "Let's start in the bedroom, since it's in the back of the house. That way we can change clothes too."

The pair tediously made their way through the sea of containers to the back room.

"At least they left all the big stuff basically where it goes. The mattress is already on the bed." Tony said optimistically.

Kate smirked at him, but let any undertones of his comment go. "Help me push this dresser against the wall."

Moving the dresser was a fairly easy task; it being on a carpeted floor, they simply rocked it back and forth until it was flush with the wall.

"Now what?" Tony asked.

"Now," Kate said. "We go find the bedroom boxes and bring them in here. Last one to trip and break an ankle wins." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

AN: Chapter 5 has actually been split into 5 parts.:
5.1 Nesting
5.2 Urban Lullaby
5.3 Take It Easy
5.4 Roses Are Red
5.5 Déjà vu
Yes, it's really that long. Each chapter is as long as my normal chapters. I'm not cheating you. Deja vu's name will be changed. I just can't think of the word yet. The thesaurus in my head is broken. Also, any mistakes made in this chapter belong to me. But after this one, blame it all on Jennifer. :D Oh, and does anyone know the SOP for getting deliveries on base? I'd ask my uncle-who's Army-, but I don't have IM yet, and emailing him would take forever. LOL. Thankees. : (