"All right, boss!" Tony exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he stood up fully, leaving where he was leaning over Gibbs' desk before, "Let's go and see Abs!"

"Uh…Tony…I think that you may want to brace yourself. She'll probably kill you."

"Why would she kill me?" Tony asked, "She loves me!"

"No, I mean she'll probably squeeze you to death." Tony just laughed as he started out of the bullpen. Ziva stood up to follow him, but then Gibbs stopped DiNozzo.

"Uh…Tony?" He questioned.

"Yeah, boss?" He asked, saying it excitedly.

"You gonna introduce us or just expect us to make our own formalities?" Gibbs questioned, and Tony cocked his head to the side before he remembered…he was in charge of another team.

He sighed and walked over to the three agents that were standing in the middle of the entrance to the bullpen.

"Team Gibbs, this is Special Agent Scott Lewis." he pointed to the black haired man, "Special Agent Aaron Davis." He pointed to the man with the brown hair, "And finally Special Agent Lynn Garter."

"Team DiNozzo, this is Team Gibbs. Special Agent Timothy McGee." he stood up and walked towards them, eagerly shaking their hands.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Tim. Call me Tim."

"Probie! Get your McButt in your McSeat." He pointed to his desk, and McGee sighed.

"Same old Tony." He muttered.

"Special Agent Daniel Keating." He pointed to the man at the fifth desk. He poked his head around and waved.

"Nice to meet you all." He greeted.

"Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs!" he did in his best announcer voice, "Former Marine Sniper, number one coffee lover, doesn't take any…"

"You done, DiNozzo?" Gibbs cut him off, and his team silently laughed with each other.

He finally turned to his last team member, who was sitting at her desk, looking more beautiful than ever, "And last but not least. Mossad Officer Ziva David." He said, and then quickly changed the subject before Ziva could even open her mouth, "Let's go see Abby, team. She's our forensic scientist. Then we can work on the case."

He shoved his team members out of the bullpen, "Take the elevator, second ground level floor, I'll meet you there!" He shouted before he turned to his boss.

"Hey boss…" He started.

"I'm not your boss, DiNozzo. If you wanted me to still be your boss, you wouldn't have taken the promotion from Vance." He said, "And besides. Just from what I've seen, you're doing a hell of a job."

Ziva's heart fell from where she stood on the other side of Gibbs' desk.

"I haven't done anything…"

"It's just something you know." Gibbs shrugged, "Figured you'd picked up on it. Obviously you haven't. Did you remember anything I taught you?" Tony laughed.

"Now that's…" He nodded, "Okay…I'm just gonna…check up on my team. Before they die because of Abby's…weirdness?" He left quickly, and Gibbs turned to Ziva.

"Gibbs I…"

"He's not back, Ziva." He softly said.

"Why did he take the job in the first place? Some things do not make sense." She shook her head, "He has changed, Gibbs."

"Talk to him. You need to. I don't want this screwing with our case."

"I…" He just stared at her, "Yes, Gibbs." She said as she exited stage left to go and talk to Tony.

"Boss?" McGee questioned, and Gibbs just turned to look at him as if to say 'what', "I…uh…Tony doesn't know what Ziva was like when he was gone."

"Nope." He said, simply.

"Dontcha think we should tell him?"

Gibbs just gave him a look that read 'Are you stupid' before McGee turned back, "Sorry boss. I was just…"

"I know, McGee. I know."

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"TONY!" Abby exclaimed as she dropped her Caf-Pow to the floor, the cup shattering as the red liquid erupted everywhere. She didn't care. Tony's team, on the other hand, was splashed with some, causing them to jump up a little before scowling at each other. Especially Lynn. She turned up her lip as Abby squeezed Tony tightly. She knew that they weren't together, I mean, anyone with eyes could see that they weren't meant to be at all, but it still engaged a strong wave of jealousy to ripple through her body.

Aaron caught it and gently shoved her elbow, "Knock it off." he whispered, and it was only then that she realized that her scowl at her boss was probably very noticeable. She wiped it off her face as Tony turned around. She smiled sweetly at him, and Aaron rolled his eyes.

"Abby, this is my team, Aaron Davis, Scott Lewis, and Lynn Garter." he pointed to them, "Team, this is our forensic lab specialist, Abby Scuito." She greeted them all with hugs, which they weren't expecting before she jumped happily up and down, turning back to Tony.

"Ohmygod! I can't believe you're really here! Well I mean, I knew you'd come back. I mean I knew that you couldn't stay away from us…especially one little lady." She grinned, holding onto his shoulder as she rocked him back and forth. Tony just smiled at her.

"I'm actually here for the case, Abby. Our cases are…you know, related?"

Nobody noticed the Israeli that slinked into the room, except for Abby, who exclaimed rather loudly, "Ziva! Have you seen Tony yet?" She asked, walking around him and grabbing his shoulders as she pushed him towards her, jumping happily, "He's back, I mean, he's really back! This is so exciting!" Tony was now just feet from Ziva. Abby decided to show Tony's team around the lab, which both Aaron and Scott were very interested in, so they followed her around. Lynn, on the other hand, couldn't move, her eyes fixated on Tony and Ziva, who were standing pretty much in the middle of the lab, Ziva almost shoved up against the table in the middle.

"Tony, we need to talk." She said, her voice low and serious.

He sighed, "Yeah, I think that talk's long overdue." He laughed, but she didn't smile. He let his falter, "Now?" He sighed again, "This really isn't the best time."

"Tonight?" She asked, "Pizza and a movie like always? I'll stop by your place tonight."

"Uh…actually Ziva, we're in a hotel…"

"Oh, I thought you would want to stay in your apartment."

"I sold my apartment."

"Well I bet that you did not know that I bought it then, yes?"

"You bought my apartment?" he asked in shock, "And everything that was left in it?"

She nodded, "Everything."

"With the microwave? And Fred?" Fred was his name of his 'prized' refrigerator. She laughed a little.

"Yes, Tony. Everything you left in your apartment."

"Why?" he questioned.

"I…" It was all I had left. She wanted to scream out, but then she let her eyes falter from Tony's and catch Lynn's, who was staring evilly at them, jealousy crawling out of her eyes (which Ziva swore had turned green), "I will see you upstairs in the squadroom." She nodded, and then shared another look with Lynn, her eyes meeting hers for just a second before she exited the lab.

"Tony?" Lynn questioned after a couple of seconds, "I mean boss?"

He turned his head from where Ziva exited and focused his attention on the team, "Lewis! Davis!" he shouted, "Get out here! We've got a case to solve. Back up to the squadroom, all of you. Now."

He said before he started out of the lab.

Lynn started after him and Scott followed when Aaron grabbed Lynn's arm, "Hey. What the hell did you do?" He questioned as Scott moved forward.

"I didn't do anything, Aaron." She said, ripping her arm from his grip, "Now let me go. We've got a murder to solve." She spat as she started back into the elevator.

"Yeah, I just hope it's not Ziva's." He muttered as he ran after her, leaving Abby alone in her thoughts before she realized she had spilled her Caf-Pow. Hurriedly, she grabbed the phone and punched in a number.

"McGee!" she shouted, "I'm having a crisis….I. Need. Caf-Pow. NOW!"

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"So 'boss' tell me what you and your team has determined." Gibbs said once both teams were in the squadroom.

"Boss, campfire?" Lynn asked, and Tony looked at Gibbs who just smirked. He put his hands up.

"Fine." He said, "But I'm not in it."

"Huddle up! Grab some chairs! Campfire!" Ziva shared a smile with McGee before grabbing her chair and pulling it around where McGee and Keating were already in the circle. Scott and Aaron came around the corner with chairs and took their seats in the circle between Tony and McGee. Ziva went to take her normal place next to Tony, but then was quickly intercepted by another chair being smashed into hers, running hers into Keating's.

"Sorry. I always sit next to the boss in campfires." Lynn smiled, and Ziva just gave her an angry, closed smile back as Lynn took her seat.

"All right, so what have we got? Probie!" Tony exclaimed.

"Well uh, her name's Lindsey Evans, she had a lover apparently by the name of Sarah Taylor, her Mom's name is Carly Evans."

"Alibi." Tony demanded.

McGee, Ziva, and Keating shared looks before Gibbs responded from where he sat, typing at his desk, "Don't have one."

"Boss?" Tony questioned.

"Not the boss. Send your team out to go and bring her back here."

"Boss you forgot to get her alibi?" He questioned, "That's…" Gibbs just stared at him in a way that made Tony gulp, "Right. Sorry. Shutting up now, boss. Lynn, you and-"

"Ziva." Gibbs finished, and Ziva's eyes grew wide at the same time that McGee's did and they shared a look over the aisle. Gibbs pointed to the elevator, "You two go. Now." Ziva sighed as she pushed her chair backwards towards her desk to gear up.

"I need an address, Gibbs." She sighed as she watched Lynn holster her gun and badge.

Gibbs handed her a yellow sticky note. Ziva turned around to leave, but Gibbs stopped her, "Ziva." He said again, and she turned back around as Gibbs reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a pair of keys, "You drive." He said, giving her an invisible grin. Ziva smiled back and took the keys out of his hand before grabbing her backpack and starting out of the bullpen.

"Come on, Lynn. I am driving." She said as they exited the bullpen.

"Going for coffee. You figure out where this drug dealer is, who he is, and where he was the night both of them were murdered!" He shouted as he exited the bullpen as well. Aaron shared a look with Tony.

"This is not going to be pretty." Tony sighed as he leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Oh hell no." Aaron agreed.

"20 bucks Ziva throws the first punch." McGee bet.

Aaron shook his head, "50 bucks if they make it down to the parking lot before they kill each other."

Quote:

"I'd rather you shoot me first." -Ziva