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"So you're telling me Special Agent Tommy is not based off me," Tony DiNozzo said.

"No Tony the CHARACTER is not. Read the disclaimer at the front of the book if you don't believe me. The book is Fiction, I'm telling the truth here." McGee said. The conversation had gotten so repetitive that Mcgee didn't even bother to look up from his typing.

"Ah! You say it's the truth but what if I can't handle the truth? Ever seen that movie? A Few Good Men?"

"I actually did see this movie. I think that perhaps I should be terrified." Ziva commented as she walked into the bull pen.

"Really?"

"I do occasionally watch American Movies Tony." she said, rolling her eyes. "They did have Cinemas in Israel, besides, I get AMC."

Tony fieled away that information for future refrence in his Ziva mental file. He had been working on extending it and he had learned alot since the explosion had blown up headquarters. "It's a great film. Tom Cruise plays a JAG lawyer trying to clear these marines of a murder charge. It's like our lives only, way more lawyery. Don't tell Gibbs about it."

"Don't tell me about what DiNozzo?" Agent Gibbs asked as he entered in true Gibbs fashion. He held a large cup of black coffee and looked like he had been up for a few hours already.

"Nothing boss." Gibbs gave him a look. "A Few Good Men, it's a great movie with-"

"Tom cruise. Plays a JAG lawyer."

He was met with stunned silence. "Favorite film. Ex-wife number three."

"Oh... Now that makes a lot more sense."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't here that DiNozzo, for the sake of your brain cells."

" And my brain cells thank you Boss."

"Well I'm going to need any you have left." Gibbs said as he extracted his gun, badge, and cell phone from his desk. "We've got a dead marine."

"Where Boss?" McGee asked. Glad that his book had been put on the back burner for the moment. Ziva and Tony were grabbing their gear bags and so was McGee.

"Miami. You're all going to need some over night bags."

"Ooooh Miami land of tropical drinks and string bikinis! You packing a swim suite Ziva? Should I bring my camera." Tony asked with a grin.

Ziva reagrded him with vaugue disgust, "It amazes me Tony that you can think about such things while we investigate a murder."

"So that's a no on the camera?"

"If you bring a camera and take pictures of me I will flay you allive with this combat knife." Ziva told him flipping over the deadly blade seamingly out of no where.

Tony just shrugged. "Oh well, I'll just have to make do with the ones I have."

"I told you and McGee to destroy those! Multiple times!"

Tony sensing the danger of being killed by the ex-Mossad operative searched for a way out. "Um, uh I gave them to McGee." he excused before sprinting towards the elevator and their waiting boss.

"Anthony DiNozzo Junior!" she shrieked and sprinted after him.

"Hey!" Gibbs snapped. "Do you two need a counselor or something?"

"No Gibbs." Ziva said. The whole team stepped into the elevator.

"Are we bringing Abby and Ducky?" McGee asked.

"No. We'll use video confrencing. Besides, Fornell said the agent he was sending to meet us works with a forensic anthropologist."

"We're working with the FBI?"

"Yeah, the marine that died was working on a task force with some FBI agents. And that makes this split juristdiction."

McGee voiced the thought they were all wondering. "Who's the anthropologist? Will she be okay in the feild?"

"The name's Temperance Brennan. She works in the feild a lot." The elevator dinged as it came to a halt at the parking garage. "You two should have a lot to talk about," he told McGee.

McGee was confused, "Why?"

Gibbs moved towards the car, "Because she also rights about her co-workers, best seller." he called.

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