Anthony DiNozzo walked in to find McGee and Abby giggling near her computer. He set down a paper bag and a stack of DVD's on the counter before making his way over.

"What's so funny?"

McGee grabbed the note pad and slipped it behind his back. "Nothing, we were just playing some tic tack toe to pass the time…"

"I would've figured for a suduko man myself Probie…now shoo, boss wants you upstairs PDQ."

He slipped the pad around to his chest and with a sly grin, nodded a goodbye towards Abby. "Sorry to have to leave you here with him Abs."

She smiled. "Good one Tim."

Tony plastered a fake smile on his face. "What part of PDQ did you not get Probie?"

"It's the part that's missing, that's got me confused."

"What's that?" Tony glared back at him.

"The please?"

Tony raised his hand, and McGee raced out the door towards the elevator. One head smack for the day was good enough for him. Tony couldn't help but smirk as he watched him leave and turned back towards Abby to be met with his own head slap.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"You pick on him too much Tony!"

He shook his head. "It's good for him, Abs, builds character." He rubbed his head for a few seconds then placed his hands together. "Now which movie do you want to watch?"

"Not a good idea, Gibbs already snuck up on McGee once, you can't honestly think he wont check up on us?"

"He's got the Probie checking on a huge lead…he wont leave the bull pen. Now come on…I got 'Rear Window' always a favorite…Raiders of the Lost Ark, cant go wrong with Indiana…and of course, Taxi Driver…"

"I don't know Tony…"

"Abs, come on, Gibbs will never know…"

"No, I mean I don't know which one I want to watch…I've always had a thing of Jimmy Stewart, but Harrison Ford has that Gibbness about him…"

"Well, since the last thing we want is Gibbness right now, I think we'll have to go with Rear Window…oh the Voyeurism of it all…" He scurried to the DVD's and handed it to her. As she was placing it in the disc tray, he pulled out some twizzlers and milk duds from his bag. "Got all the essentials Abs, I know how you love milk duds."

"No Tony, Ziva loves Milk Duds…I'm the raison-ette chick…"

He slapped his hand on his forehead. "How could I forget?"

"It's okay; I'll take the Twizzlers…" She snatched them out of his hand quickly.

"Hey! Come on, those are for me!" He tried to grab them back and they playfully tussled for a few minutes. "Fine, I'll eat the milk duds, but don't tell Ziva, if she finds out I didn't share, she may come for me in the dark of the night."

She laughed slightly. "I'm not so sure you'd really mind that would you Tony?"

"We work together Abby, I'm a professional."

She couldn't help but scoff loudly. "Yeah, and I'm having McGee's baby."

"That's not that much of a stretch from what I've heard." As soon as he finished he was met with a punch to the shoulder.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing that a great movie with a great guy won't change." He tried to plead his way out of the mess his mouth had gotten him into. A situation he often found himself in. "Now come on, let's just sit back and watch…Grace Kelly is calling my name."

The puppy dog look on his face caused Abby to relent, at least for now. "Fine." She hit the play button and the two of them settled onto the floor beside each other.

They were mid way through the movie, when Tony reached for the lone Twizzler remaining in the bag. He was met with swift slap to the back of his hand. "Hands to yourself DiNozzo."

"Or I'll cut them off."

The voice that interjected caused both Tony and Abby to stare at each other in fear. Tony turned his head slowly to see Gibbs standing over him. "And you'd have every right too boss…"

"What the hell are you two doing?"

"Rear Window?…Jimmy Stewart, Grace Kelly…1954 Thriller from Alfred Hitchcock…A wheelchair bound photographer spies on his neighbors from his apartment window and becomes convinced one of them has committed murder…great flick boss…you can borrow it anytime…in fact you can borrow any of my movies anytime…you wouldn't even have to give them back…ever…if you didn't want to…"

"Get up." He ordered, and slowly but surely watched the two of them stand in front of him. He lifted his index finger and motioned for Tony to follow him into the hallway. "DiNozzo…" He began.

"Boss, I know what you're gonna say, and I already feel awful. I should've known better than to think for one second, you would approve…I will never forgive myself." He held his hung low, leaving the back of his head vulnerable.

Gibbs looked at him in shock. "Wow DiNozzo, you're taking responsibility for shrugging your duties…I'm impressed…"

Tony peered back up at him confused.

"My duties? I thought you were mad we didn't watch Raiders of the Lost Ark, I know how you idolize Harrison Ford…"

And all Abby heard was the echo of a head slap as she swallowed the last of her twizzler. This protection detail was sure causing a lot of unnecessary cranial discomfort, she thought.