Something was off.

He knew it from the moment that Gibbs walked into the bullpen. There was an extra large coffee cup clutched in his hands and a scowl on his face; a not unfamiliar look for his boss however one that hadn't graced his features in weeks.

Since Gibbs had started seeing Jenny, the shift in his mood had been a palpable change. There was a lightness to him that he nor the rest of his teammates had seen him wear prior to his reconciliation with his past lover.

He watched as he all but threw his snow covered coat on the back of his chair, slamming his coffee cup down on his desk with more force than strictly necessary, and he could see a tension in Gibbs' shoulders that hadn't been there when they gone home on Friday.

"There a case?" Gibbs had asked, not bothering to look up at his team members.

He goes to answer, but Ziva beats him to the punch. For the best, he decides, there had been a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue and he knows it wouldn't have gone over well.

"No, nothing."

"Start digging through cold cases then," he says, "I'm going to see Ducky."

And like that, Gibbs vanished as quickly as he had appeared.

"What was that about?" McGee asks, drawing his attention away from the closed elevator doors.

The Mossad Agent simply shrugs. If she knew what was going on between his boss and the Director, she hadn't let on. It was no secret that she and Jenny had been close prior to her addition to the team, and he had a sneaking suspicion they still confided in one another. Still, both Jenny and Gibbs seemed hell bent on keeping their relationship status under wraps.

Then again, Ziva was nothing if not observant. She may have very well known before he did.

"I'll be back." He says, standing up from his desk.

"Where are you going?" Ziva inquires, watching him intently as he walked away.

"Directors office." He throws over his shoulder, flashing her a grin. The less questions she asked at the moment, the better.

He was going to get to the bottom of this.

"She in?"

Cynthia had been so transfixed on the pile of paperwork in front of her that she hadn't notice his presence at first. She looked startled when he spoke, and he felt bad for a moment having spooked her.

"She's out sick," the assistant replies, "There a problem?"

"Sick?" He repeats, "Jenny doesn't get sick."

If she's surprised that he refers to her by her first name, she doesn't let on.

"She called me this morning, asked me to have an agent drop some of her work. Is there something wrong?"

He stares at her blankly for a moment before glancing at her office door. If she called out sick, something big must have happened.

"Let me ask you something Cynthia," he says, "Have you noticed a change in the Directors mood the last few weeks?"

She gives him a knowing smile, "You mean since she and Agent Gibbs started seeing each other?"

He doesn't bother hiding his look of surprise, "Since she- wait, you... you know?"

She laughs lightly, "They're not as subtle as they like to think when they're in there. The walls aren't thick here, I can hear them talk sometimes. Of course I knew. Not that I ever would have said anything to them, of course." she pauses, giving him a skeptical look, "How did you know?"

"Rookie mistake," he says with a slight chuckle, "They showed back up from coffee and Gibbs was sporting a lovely shade of lipstick on his neck."

Cynthia snorts, shaking her head before a puzzled look crosses her face, "Did something happen, Tony?"

He sighs, "Well, she called out sick, which she never does, and he came storming in here this morning looking like he was ready to strangle someone."

"You think they're not together anymore?" She inquired.

He shrugs, "I don't know, but something happened."

Cynthia frowns, "She did sound a bit off on the phone this morning, but I didn't think much of it."

"Huh." He says, "Do you remember anything happening in the last few days?"

He watches as Cynthia bites her bottom lip, drumming her fingers rhythmically against her desk as she does. There's a far off look in her eye for a few moments as she recounts the last few days events, and he can pinpoint the exact moment a memory sweeps over her.

"SecNav," she says, looking back up at him, "He was in her office the other day when she got in, and he brought the FBI's deputy Director along. I don't know anything else about it though, they were talking to quietly and she didn't say anything about it when they left."

"Interesting." He says before turning on his heel, "Keep your eyes and ears peeled Cynthia, something is going on."

After his conversation with Cynthia, he decided to go to the only other person that for sure knew about the two of them: Abby.

"Tony!" She exclaimed with a smile. A pair of blue rubber gloves were being snapped onto the her hands, a set of lab goggles perched onto of her raven hair to match, "Happy Monday!"

He lets out a long sigh, "It's a Monday, I'll give you that."

A frown graces her features, "Whats wrong?"

"I think," he pauses, considering his next words, because truly he didn't what to think, "I think that Gibbs and the Director might have split up."

"What?" She pauses, shooting him a skeptical look, "Tony, are you messing with me?"

He shakes his head defensively, "No, Abs, would I joke about this? Jenny called out sick."

Her expression shifts from skeptical to confused in an instant, "She never calls out."

"That's what I'm saying."

"And Gibbs?" She asks, worry etched across her face. If there was one person that cared about the two of them almost as much as they cared for each other, it was Abby.

He shakes his head, "He looks pissed. Came in with an extra large cup of coffee and stormed down to autopsy pretty quickly. Barely said a word to any of us."

Abby leans back against the metal tabletop, chewing absentmindedly on her nails. He's seen that look on her before; it's the same expression she gets when she's engrossed in a puzzling case. It worries him.

"Well," she finally says, tilting her head just enough to look at him, "I guess we have to find out why in order to fix it."

He blinks, "Whoa, I didn't sign up to play matchmaker Abs."

This time she turns fully to face him, eyes narrowing as she does, "You want them back together as much as I do, and not just because you want him in a better mood. Face it Tony, you care."

He stares her down for a moment, shooting a glare that could rival even that of Gibbs because letting out a long sigh.

"Fine," he relents, "I want them to be happy. First course of action is to find out exactly what happened."

"You have Cynthia on the radar," she says, "that's a start."

He nods, "Boss is down talking to Ducky. He'll know better than anyone, think you can sweet talk him into giving you some info?"

Abby grins, "You know it."

He smiles. If Jenny and Gibbs weren't going to fight for each other, than he and Abby would surely do the fighting for them.