"We…we won! Yeah, yeah, we won!" Aaron and Scott chanted as the elevator doors open.

"What did we win?"

"Daniel Roberts!"

"What did we win?!" Aaron yelled again as they happily moved through the squadroom, one agent on either side of the drug dealer who didn't look to happy to be there, unlike his escorts.

"Daniel Roberts!"

"I can't hear you!" He sang.

"DANIEL ROBERTS!" They both yelled at the same time, and by the time that they stopped in the middle of the bullpen, the entire squadroom was silent and immobilized, staring at the three. Two of them grinning like complete idiots.

McGee just sat in the bullpen, looking up at them in utter confusion, just like the others that were there.

"What is that noise, McGee? What the hell is going on over here?" Tony groaned as he appeared around the corner before he stopped.

"Hey boss!" They both cheered as they turned around and saw Tony DiNozzo standing in the entrance of the bullpen.

"We've got you a present!" Scott said, shaking Daniel's arm violently, causing the drug dealer to groan.

Tony just grinned and opened his arms wide, "Daniel Roberts!" he said, walking towards him, slapping him on the back, "How are you? Doing great aren't ya? Yeah, thought so." He patted his cheek, "Escort him down to interrogation. Davis, Lewis…nice work! No paperwork for you guys."

"All right!" They gave each other high fives before they started out of the bullpen.

"We…we won! We, we, we won!" They started chanting again as they exited towards the other elevator.

"Hey! Wait!" Tony called, and they stopped and slightly turned, but were still smiling. He sighed, "Did you two eat pie or something?"

"Yeah, yeah!" They nearly screamed, and Tony shook his head.

"What did I tell you about eating pie?"

"It was cherry, boss!" Scott called.

"Who could resist?" Aaron finished before they started walking again.

Tony grinned and turned to McGee, "McGoo! Isn't this great! My team is just…." He clapped his hands together, making sound effects in the process, "getting it done!"

"Look, Tony, I need to talk to you." He said, quietly, and Tony slightly tilted his head to the side, a little confused, a little worried, and his spirit a little dampened.

McGee looked around and then leaned in a little bit, "It's about Ziva…." He sighed, and Tony's eyes immediately became on red alert at the sound of his partner…oh yeah, former partner's name. He forgot.

"What about Ziva?" He questioned, getting a little angry, "What did you do to her?" He demanded, taking a step towards him. McGee quickly sat up and moved back, putting his hands up.

"I didn't do anything Tony! Okay?" Tony stopped, but didn't unclench his fists.

"What. Happened. To. Ziva?"

"Nothing happened to her, all right? Now I just…"

"DiNozzo." he suddenly heard his name being called, and he looked up at the balcony to see Gibbs standing up there. Using one finger, he motioned for him to come.

"Actually boss," He said, starting away from McGee and towards Gibbs, "Davis and Lewis just got Daniel Roberts. They have him in interrogation right now. I have to go…you know, interrogate. Wanna watch?" He grinned, and Gibbs just gave a small smirk as he started away, following Tony.

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Aaron and Scott stood in observation, grinning like idiots. The door to observation opened and Lynn stepped in.

"So." She said, as she closed the door and walked over to them, standing between the two, "Looks like you two actually did something good…for once. Boss should be proud."

"Oh he is." They grinned, "No paperwork."

"Ah. I see." She said, looking at the nervous Daniel Roberts in interrogation. He was clenching his hands together and looking around, his eyes not setting on one thing for more than a couple of seconds, "You know," She sighed, "I heard something today that you guys probably aren't going to like."

"What? No more pie?"

She sighed, "Oh my god, don't tell me you guys ate pie."

"Yup, yup yup!" They grinned, bouncing up and down.

She groaned, "You guys are complete idiots. What did the boss tell you about that? Remember what happened at the last Christmas party?"

"Oh yeah…" They laughed, "Good times…good times."

"You nearly set the entire agency on fire with your stupid sparklers, and you ran around the entire bullpen singing Christmas Carols with those fire hazards in your hands. Not to mention the 'punch' incident."

"All right, let's not go there, Lynn." Aaron waved off, "So what did you have to tell us?"

"That Ziva's pregnant." She said, simply, stepping back a little with a smirk on her face.

Aaron and Scott both shared smiles, "Hey! Well isn't our boss lucky! He's gonna be a Dad!" Aaron smacked Scott's shoulder, "Hey! He should name one after us!"

"Or pie…have it be a girl and name her Cherry!"

"Mmm…yeah…or Blueberry."

"Strawberry?"

"Apple."

"Mmm…." Scott rubbed his stomach.

"Enough already!" Lynn finally groaned, throwing her arms up into the air, "Look, Tony doesn't know!"

"Well then why don't you tell him?" Aaron asked, shrugging his shoulders, "I'm sure he'll be happy."

She just gave a small smile, "Hm. I'm sure he will." She said, "I'll go tell him right now."

"Okay, bye!" They called as she left observation.

"You know, she seemed kind of happy that Ziva was pregnant with Tony's child." Scott commented, still in a little dreamy state.

"Yeah…it's almost like…" They suddenly stopped and slowly turned to each other, "Something's wrong." Aaron announced.

"I know…no pie." He sobbed.

"Enough with the pie!" He nearly screamed, "Lynn seemed happy about Tony and Ziva."

"Uh oh. She didn't….while Tony was with us she didn't….how could she…uh oh." They both turned towards the door and bolted out of it at the same time, screaming as they entered the hallway, "LYNN!"

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The elevator doors opened and Tony appeared, case file in hand, ready to complete the interrogation of Daniel Roberts. He walked out and ran smack into Lynn.

"Hey, Tony!"

He groaned, "How many times do I have to tell you, Garter, that you address me as 'boss' and solely 'boss'?"

"Obviously too many. Look, I have to talk to you about something…it's Ziva."

"Look, I've had enough of your lies about Ziva, okay?" He asked, pushing by her as he tried to make his way to the interrogation room.

"No, Tony, you have to listen!" She jumped in front of him again.

"Garter!" He nearly shouted, and this stopped her dead in her tracks, "You're lucky that I'm keeping you around for this long. After this case, I don't know whether or not you'll be sitting in that bullpen in San Diego or if you'll be working the Drive Thru at Burger King! So if I were you, I'd be wise and try to at least do something to make me proud of you, all right?"

"LYNN! LYNN!" Aaron and Scott called, and Tony rolled his eyes.

"What now?" he muttered as they came running towards the blond, unaware that Tony was on the other side of the corner.

"Don't tell him Ziva's pregnant!" They exclaimed at the same time, and Lynn watched as Tony's eyes became wide.

"What?" He laughed a little, "You guys are joking. Funny. Now can I move on?" He asked, and they just all looked up at him with serious eyes, "Ziva can't…we haven't…"

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Director Vance paced around his office, thinking about what Gibbs had just told him. Tony and his team would be leaving soon, Gibbs never spent this long on a case. Never more than a couple of days.

He opened and closed his fists, contemplating what he wanted to do. Finally, he made his decision. He shoved his chair away and jammed his finger onto the intercom button.

"Yes, Director?" He heard Cynthia ask.

"Cynthia. Send up Officer David." He demanded.

"Right away, Director." She said before hanging up. Vance had to make his decision before Gibbs solved the case and Tony's team went home. And Ziva was Gibbs proof.

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Gibbs walked into interrogation, case file in hand. He was a little…okay, very surprised when Tony had suddenly come up to him and called the interrogation off, saying that he wasn't mentally ready to take on the drug dealer. He seemed so happy, and he knew that that just wasn't his senior field agent. And he hadn't changed that much while he was in San Diego. Maybe a little bit older, maybe a little bit wiser, definitely a little bit sadder, but not enough to completely change who he was.

Jethro took a seat in front of the drug dealer, putting the case file on top and then scooting in as far as he could. He placed his hands on top of the table, clenched together.

"I didn't do it!" Roberts shouted.

Gibbs shrugged his shoulders, "Depends on what you're talking about." It was the drug dealer who was confused.

"I didn't do it!" he shouted again.

"Didn't do what?"

"Why am I here?"

"You tell me." There was silence in the interrogation room, and Gibbs silently pulled out three photos, the first of Lindsey Evans, the second of Sarah Taylor, and the third of Carly Evans. He placed them in front of him, "Three women. All dead. You know 'em?" He asked, and Daniel just glanced at them before looking back down at the hands in his lap.

"No." He mumbled.

Gibbs just nodded and gave a small smirk before reaching into the folder and pulling out phone records with highlighted numbers. He pushed it towards him, "Really? Because it seems that they all had contact with you." He said, pointing to the numbers.

"Okay, so maybe I know 'em. But they just wanted to make a sale, that's all."

"Well they're all dead."

"I didn't do nothing." He said, putting his hands up, "I…I….I didn't do nothing."

Gibbs pursed his lips together and nodded, "Yeah…you know, it's about five years in jail for drug dealing, but it's about fifty for murder." he gestured to the photos, "But the way that you're looking at it, seems to be like you're gonna be there for…quite a long time."

"I didn't do it."

"Didn't do what?" He questioned, and he didn't say anything, "Where were you Tuesday night?"

"I was uh…in San Diego."

"Oh really? Because that's where Sarah Taylor was found murdered as well." He again, didn't say anything, and Gibbs leant forward, "Carly Evans contacted you, didn't she? Told her to off Taylor so that her daughter could be with a man. She was a lesbian…"

"I knew that." He spat.

"Yeah? And how'd you feel about it?"

"What was there to feel about it? They loved each other. They made deals with me, that's all I cared about."

"Any of these deals ever involve…sex?"

"No." He quickly said, "They paid me with cash in advance. That's all I wanted."

"So you do know who they are." He said, and the drug dealer looked like he got caught.

"Yeah."

"Let me get this straight, Roberts, you sell drugs to Sarah, Lindsey, and Carly. Carly doesn't want her daughter marrying a woman, she has sex with you so that you'll go out to San Diego to kill Sarah. You kill Sarah, call Carly and tell her that your job's complete. Lindsey hears, finds out, and, in order to keep her from telling the police she kills her the exact same way you killed Sarah. Carly threatens to turn you in, you get even and sneak into her house and murder her." Gibbs finished, and Roberts looked down before he started to have a panic attack.

"I…I…I didn't do it…I didn't do it…"

"You took two women's innocent lives!" He shouted as he continued to shake, his limbs violently moving. He started to fall out of the chair.

"I didn't do it! I didn't do it! No! No! NO!"

"You're under arrest, Daniel Roberts, for the murders of Sarah Taylor and Carly Evans." Gibbs muttered under his breath as he picked him up off of the ground and slapped the handcuffs on, shoving him towards the door. As he walked out, McGee and Keating came out of observation, "Case closed."

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Gibbs took another sip from his beer as he wiped the sweat off of his forehead using the back of his hand. He stared at his boat before he picked up the sander and walked towards it, running his hand along it before he finally chose a spot that he liked. He moved and stood on a workbench as he started to sand down the wood.

He heard the familiar sound of his front door open and close followed by the creak in the top stair of his basement stairwell, but he didn't both looking up, knowing exactly who it was, "Surprised it took you so long." He said, still not looking up as he moved around his boat to the other side.

They started down the stairs, slowly before they walked into the light, "It's been a while." He commented, still not looking at his intruder.

"Yeah, it has." Tony mumbled, his hands in his pockets, "Still working on the old boat, are we? What is this, your fourth one?"

He shrugged, "I haven't counted."

Tony shifted his weight on his feet, looking down at the ground, "So Roberts did it?"

"Yup." That was his simple answer, nothing more. They both stood in silence for a little, "Drink?" Gibbs suddenly asked.

Tony perked his head up, "Oh, no thanks." He motioned his hand away, and Gibbs just got down, making his way over to the work bench and grabbing the half empty bottle of Whiskey. He then grabbed two jelly jars, dumping out the nuts and bolts in both of them before pouring each of them half of a jar. He gave him one, knowing that he needed it, and Tony sighed but took it anyways.

"You didn't come here just to stand there." Gibbs noted, "Talk." He knew him so well. He knew he couldn't hide anything from him.

"It's Ziva." He finally blurted out, and Gibbs plopped down onto a work bench, putting the jar to his lips and drinking his Whiskey as a way to mask his smirk. Always is. Once he downed the glass in one sip, he turned to look at him.

"Well? What about her?"

"When I was gone…" He started, looking down at the glass, tapping his fingers on the side of the material, "Did she seem…different to you?"

Gibbs shrugged and looked forwards before looking back at him, "Describe different."

"I don't know…different. You know, out of it. Kinda off."

"Well yeah, DiNozzo." He said in a tone that definitely told Tony that that was a stupid question to have asked, "If by different you mean not wanting to interrogate suspects or go out in the field or having any sort of conversation that wasn't necessary than yeah, she acted different."

Tony laughed, "Ziva?" He questioned, "No. Come on Gibbs."

"She missed you, Tony." Gibbs said, "I…" He looked down at the empty glass in between his legs, "She didn't look like her."

"What did she look like?" Tony asked, curious now, "Like who did she look like? Like in the movies?"

Gibbs just laughed as he patted the seat next to him, scooting over. Tony tentatively took his seat next to his boss before he finally settled in, "To be honest, DiNozzo, she looked like she did when I looked into the mirror…" He took in a deep breath, "After they died."

'They'.

He didn't need to say anything else. Tony's heart nearly dropped to the ground, "She wasn't…" he paused for a moment, "She's pregnant, boss." He said, turning his head away from him.

"No she's not." He shook his head.

"Oh yeah?" Tony fired, turning quickly back around, "And how do you know?"

"I had a kid before, Tony, remember? Woman gets a certain look in her eyes, starts acting a certain way…she wasn't pregnant Tony. I would have known about it."

"But what if she-"

"She didn't sleep with anyone else." Gibbs reassured him.

"How do you know?" Tony fired back again.

"Because you didn't see her." He simply said, standing up and walking towards his boat.

"But boss…" Tony let it die. Gibbs sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

It happened.

He knew it would eventually. He guessed it was about the right time. It was them together, it was McGee getting shot, it was Tony running away from it all, and their separation time that brought everything full circle again. If they were getting back together, if they were back together, they definitely were made for each other. He and Jen broke up but never got back together…hence Rule Twelve. But Tony and Ziva had some kind of invisible bond that Gibbs didn't have the guts or the heart to break.

He turned to look at his senior field agent, who was looking down at the ground, the Whiskey glass in his hand still untouched, "You love her…don't you?"

"Doesn't matter anymore." He quietly said, standing up, "If I tell her how I feel, it won't matter. The case is over. We're going back to San Diego."

Gibbs almost felt his heart break a little for not only himself but for Ziva. He put the glass down onto the work bench, "Thanks for the drink." He muttered before he started out of the basement, his hands pushed back into his pockets.

"Hey, DiNozzo." He called out, and he paused, turning only slightly back towards him. He sighed, "We'll miss you, Tony." He said, and Tony nodded.

"I'll miss you too. Our flight leaves tomorrow at 0700h. If you want to meet us at Dulles before we leave, you can. If you don't want to, I understand." He said, and their eyes met for a moment, "It was nice working with you, again." He gave a fake DiNozzo grin, and even though it was fake, Gibbs couldn't help but give a small smirk back. He walked towards him and Tony put out his hand to shake. Gibbs just stared down at it and then carefully pulled him into a hug. It lasted a couple of seconds, and then he pulled back, revealing a very confused and shocked Tony DiNozzo.

He backed away and then nodded, giving a small smile again before starting up the stairs. He stopped at the top one, and turned as he looked down at his boss, "Bye…Jethro."

He saluted him, "You be good. I'm…" he paused a moment, "Very proud of you, Anthony."

"Thanks." He smirked letting his eyes linger on his boss' blue ones for a moment before he finally left the basement. Once Gibbs heard the door click, he looked down at his watch. 02000h. He had 9 hours to convince Vance to let Tony have his job back.

For the team's sake, for his sake, but mostly for Ziva's sake. He couldn't stand to look at her beautiful face with that much despair evident again.

And he sure as hell wasn't taking no for an answer.

Okay! So this is like the second to last chapter. The next chapter WILL be the last chapter. And you know that random medical file issue? Yeah. Wwwweeeellll....what was in that medical file? You know that? *whispers* it's coming back. In a SEQUEL?! *gasps* I know. Scary. So review, second to last chapter! Review review review and then I will write write write the last last last chapter!

Also, I will give you guys TWO hints for the 'finale' :) (since you all have been so good to me with the reviews and such):

1. You will find out the 'fate' of Lynn

2. There will be a cliffhanger bigger than the one in Mistakes...something that no one will EVER suspect. And you will hate me loads for it...especially when I determine how many days it will be before I start the sequel

QUOTE:

"I want my senior field agent back, Leon! NOW!" -Gibbs