A/N: SOMEBODY GOT IT! (Squeals in happiness) I'm so proud of you all! But I'm not going to say who got it right – you'll have to wait till Chapter 5! He he he… It'll be no fun if you all know what he has! I might tell you guys what it is if you decide to lynch me, but other than that, you'll have to wait! Chapter 5 they'll mention it by name, but Chapter 4 it should be obvious to everyone.

I'm sorry if the next chapters aren't as quick at coming up – Mum wants me to study for HSC (I'm doing an accelerated course) and I hardly have any spare time anymore. (And it's the holidays. Go figure.) I'm trying to make the chapters longer, but I hardly have any time anymore, so it's either update quick and short, or update in the distant, distant future a long, long chapter. I'll try to make Chapter 5 longer, but it's proving difficult!

I tried to do personal responses to your review (I love replying personally to your comments), but when it got to about a page long, I decided that it was getting ridiculous. And I couldn't reply to one person without replying to all! Just know that I do read your comments and take them into account!

Okay, candy all around! Doubles for people who guessed! (hands out candy) And on with the fic!

The black CRV hummed quietly, content to be in the hands of a very capable, if slightly dreamy, driver. Tony had been tailing Lt. Banks' landlord for about two hours now, and was beginning to get bored. So far, the man had eaten at McDonalds (a large Big Mac meal and a Happy Meal with McNuggets), gone to the toilet, walked his dog in the park, and now he was headed home.

Well, that was a productive use of time.

Sighing, Tony turned a corner after Thomas' red Mazda, remembering to keep a fair distance away.

He had just spotted the car a couple of blocks ahead, when the Crazy Frog Remix started playing from somewhere in his jeans.

"Hey, boss," he greeted through the phone, once he had located it. "Do you think I could pull out early – there's not much activity going on, and from what I've seen it's highly unlikely that – "

"Dinozzo…"

Ooh, warning tone. Not good. Plan B: Feed the man some info and maybe he'll let you come back.

"I was just tailing Thomas – hasn't been anywhere near anything remotely shady. Hate to break it to you, boss, but if this guy is a druggie, either the kid at the counter or his dog is supplying the stuff, because he hasn't picked up anything all day except a couple of calories and a pile of dog – "

"Tony, just get your ass down here. Abby ran a couple of tests on the victim's blood – the blood type is wrong."

Tony blinked. "What?"

"The blood type listed on Banks' file doesn't match the blood type of the victim."

Funny, that revelation didn't seem to have as big an impact on him as it should.

"Tony?"

He didn't even register it – didn't comprehend or understand. He had heard what Gibbs had said, sure, but it was like a tiny echo in the back of his mind, small and insignificant. He felt his mind being peeled away from his brain again… slipping away into dreamland…

"Tony, are you listening?"

Gibbs' head shot up as he heard the screeching of tyres, people honking their horns, and shouting through the phone. Then, the crunching of metal.

"TONY!"

"…Huh?"

Gibbs was furious. And not just 'You-screwed-up-again-Dinozzo' furious. Serious 'I-will-fire-your-ass' furious.

"What did you think you were doing?"

They were just exiting the police station, after Tony had been given a rather large fine and 2 demerit points.

"I don't know what happened – I was driving, and the next thing I know, my car was smashed. The bit in the middle is a bit of a blur…"

"You ran a red light, Dinozzo. You were lucky you didn't kill anyone. And on top of that, Thomas got a clear view of you."

"I'm sorry, I guess I… spaced out a little."

"Well you will not 'space out' on the job, do you hear me? You have been daydreaming all the time these past few months and I have had it up to here with your irresponsibility. We have a job to do, and if you don't get your act together, I will fire your ass. Keep your mind on the job."

Tony sighed a halfhearted 'Sorry' in response, making a mental note that he would do everything in his power to not let this happen again. The liked his job, and decided that he would keep his mind on it, no matter what.

Ah, the sweet, sweet irony of it all.

Please Review! Note that I know nothing about cars or the penalty for running a red light, so if you tell me, I'll change it if I have time. Thanks! Oh, and sorry this chapter was so short! The next chapter is longer, I promise!