A/N: Okay, let's see... Oh- right. From the last chapter, there were two very subtle charcters (neither of whom belong to me). They were Jennifer and Pendergast... Special Agent Pendergast, FBI belongs to Douglas Preston and Lincoln Childs. Jennifer belongs to my best friend and fellow author, Rogue-X-404. So if you want to use Pendergast, I would assume that to be okay, but you'd sure as hell better ask Rogue if you want to use Jennifer...

Tony laughed.

"What is so funny?" asked Kate incredulously.

"Y-y-you..." gasped Tony through his laughter. "You're so gullible!" he finally managed to spit out.

Kate gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean DiNozzo?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "You know what- I don't care. Gibbs is who knows where and there's someone shooting a gun- we've got to go now!" She grabbed her gun and waited impatiently for Tony to get his. "Get your gun, before I leave without you," she ordered when he didn't move.

"Kate... Gibbs is fine. You fell for me- er- it. It was my computer game," he managed to explain, seeing her face.

Kate's eyes burned with anger. How dare he do this to her? He ought to know how much everyone is worried about that damn terrorist getting Gibbs again. Clearly he doesn't care. She pointed her gun at him. "Any last words?" she asked cockily, but as serious as ever.

"You wouldn't shoot me," he replied with a smug smile and inclination of his head. "You- You can't. The boss won't let you," he added, sounding slightly worried.

She smiled, her eyes flashing angrily. "In case you haven't noticed- he's not here to save your sorry ass. Oh, and for the record, I am quite capable of shooting at whoever I want," she replied confidently.

Gibbs rounded the corner and surveyed the scene in front of him. Kate and Tony both looked at him, startled. Tony appeared to be terrified, but grateful, though you never could tell with that one and Kate looked flustered besides being extremely angry. Kate had a gun- her gun- in her hand and it was pointed at Tony. Tony seemed to be glued to the floor, as he wasn't even attempting to get out of the range of Kate's gun. Her hand shook ever so slightly as she released the safety and turned her head back to Tony.

"KATE!" yelled Gibbs, feeling almost worried that she really would kill Tony. It had been hard enough to get Tony to take the position, and he wasn't exactly the best Crime Scene Examiner on the team. "Kate," he repeated, calmer this time, "I don't know what Tony did, but please... don't kill him."

Kate and Tony looked at each other, dumbfounded, and then Kate remembered she was mad at Tony. "What's it to you?" they asked, simultaneously. Kate glared at him.

"Do you know how hard it was to get Tony to do this?" he asked them, regaining his boss-like manner. "Besides, think of all the paperwork we'd have to do," he added, knowing how much Kate despised it after working for the Secret Service.

"Kate, put the gun down..." he told her cautiously. She looked at him apprehensively. "Kate, I promise that whatever he did, he will be punished for, as long as you put down the gun. Now, start from the beginning," he told her soothingly. Despite her misgivings, she set the gun down gently on the desk and pushed it away.

Footsteps thundered from the elevator. Gibbs knew, before they even reached halfway there that they were Abby's. Damn it! He looked for an escape route as Kate began telling him how Tony had been playing a computer game. Gibbs did some quick thinking and looked at his watch after making a mental note to delete the game.

"Sorry to cut this short, but I've got a meeting with the boss," he told them, listening intently for the footsteps. They had stopped. Perhaps it wasn't Abby after all. Another set thundered. This is ridiculous. Then he realized something: this new set of footsteps was unmistakeably a set of steel-toed Army boots. As far as Gibbs knew, Abby was the only one in the building who wore them.

Gibbs stole a glance at Tony and Kate- they were arguing again. He slipped off unnoticed, wondering where to hide. The break room? No- there was too much of a risk. The bathroom? It had potential, but if he was in there for too long... Well, there goes that plan he thought quickly. Hmmmmm. Gibbs peered around the corner and immediately saw Abby's head. He turned, heading for the break room.

A/N: Sorry that this took awhile to post... I was going to post it on Saturday night, but I was at my friend's party. And I thought that I was going to come home, though it would've been sort of late, but I was invited to sleep over. Because she's one of my best friends and I hadn't seen her for almost a year (she left our school... ::tear tear::), begged and begged my parents to let me stay. After many many promises of doing all kinds of things (mainly cleaning... altough there was some school/band related crap too), I was granted permisssion. So I didn't get to post this until now... And I realize that it's pretty late, because it was going to be on Saturday and it's tuesday night. If I get enough reviews, I'll post again this week, even though I'm only planning to post once a week, so that I don't run out of stuff too quickly. But yeah- no one wants to hear about my life... I'm taking away from the story (not that it's much better... I think it should get more interesting later- sorry about the sluggish beginning...) I think from now on that I'll just put stars next to my author's notes... To signify that it's important and all. And, once again, I'm taking away from the story ::looks away guiltily...:: Whoops!