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The next morning

McGee was walking towards the elevator when it opened up. Stepping in he saw Sam. As the doors closed and the elevator started to head down McGee stood in the middle as Sam leaned against the corner. As the silence became nerve wreaking McGee welcomed the elevator stopping and a family filled the empty space. As the elevator started to go down again McGee noticed that the young boy in the family was looking up at him.

"Excuse me but you wouldn't be Thom E. Gemcity? Would you?" The boy asked.

Before McGee had a chance to answer the question the family all looked up at him. The woman standing next to McGee let out a small squeal "John your right it is him! Everyone get your book out!"

The whole family started to rummage through their bags. They all pulled out a copy of McGee's book Deep Six. "Can you please sign these? It would really mean a lot to us" The father said smiling.

With a big grin McGee fumbled with a pen in his pocket and then pulled it out. He first signed the boy's book and then proceeded to sign everyone else's.

As the family left the elevator McGee walked off to the main lobby to do a follow up on the bag boy who took McBride's luggage. Suddenly he was stopped by Sam.

"So what, you're like a writer or something? " Sam asked as she stood in front of McGee with her arms crossed and a serious face.

"Yes I am" McGee responded, slightly shocked at how she was able to just appear in front of him.

Just as Sam was about to ask another question her phone rang. See held a finger up to tell McGee not to make a sound and she stayed where she was so he couldn't leave. A smile grew as she heard the voice of Vince Harris. "I see we got out of the little situation on the boat." Sam then looked up at McGee "Got to go. Good luck with the whole biking thing." And with those last words she walked off chatting with her client on the phone.

"I'm a writer!" McGee shouted after her. With no response McGee frowned and remembered what Piper had told him about Sam. I don't know how you can get used to that. He thought as he continued towards the main lobby.

Danny and Delinda's House

Delinda I am asking you. Please do not try to mess with these people they are not dolls. I mean Ziva is a trained Agent from the Israeli Mussed! Do you have any idea what they train people for?

"So what Danny? They like each other and they haven't done anything about it in years. That means only one thing can help them." Delinda said as she poured two glasses of water.

Danny's head slumped down. Please don't say cupids little helper. PLEASE don't say cupids little helper. He thought to himself.

"It means that Cupid has been so busy that he needs help. And that means cupids little helper is going to have to see this couple through.

With a long sigh Danny looks up and over at Delinda who was now walking over with the glasses of water. She put one in front of her husband and took a sip from the other as she sat down next to him.

"Can you promise me one thing?" Danny said as he knew that even if he asked there was no stopping Delinda from taking this new found challenge.

"What is it dear?" Delinda said with a knowing smile. The smile told Danny she could read him all too well.

"Please don't give them Vegas fever. The last thing I need is two governmental agents banging on my door and asking for an annulment." Danny said with a frown.

"Danny you know it's impossible to give someone the fever. They just get it." With that little joke Delinda took one more sip from her glass of water and walked out of the dining room.

Danny sat where he was and thought about what his wife had just said. That is true he thought. "Looks like you might be in for one hell of a trip to Vegas Tony" Danny said to himself as he picked his newspaper back up and started reading it again.

Montecito Security Room

Tony was sitting in the office going through the files on there now dead Marine. He had bank records, high school grades, even his physical from when he went to summer camp. He had the man's whole life on paper, but none of the pages told him why he was dead or where the explosives were missing. With a long drawn out sigh of defeat Tony threw the file in his hand onto the table. He leaned back and bought his hands behind his head. After a minute of staring at the table Tony got up. Coffee he thought as he looked out and saw a Montecito employee walk by with a cup in his hand. As Tony got up and headed for the door he saw Gibbs heading towards the room. Seeing his boss heading over Tony quickly jumped into the nearest chair and picked up some files to read.

As Gibbs walked into the room he looked over at his senior agent.

"Morning Boss." Tony said looking up from his work.

"Morning DiNozzo. What have you got?"

"Nothing boss. I can't find anything that point to shady doings. If McBride was planning something he hid his movements very well." Tony said as he looked back to his file.

Gibbs walked over and placed a cup next to Tony. He smiled as he watched Tony's eyes widen as he took the cup and the smell of coffee hit his nose. "Thanks Boss. I really need this. "

As Tony took a sip of the drink Gibbs slowly walked around the table looking at the papers. His eyes feel onto a picture of a young woman. He picked up the photo and turned it so Tony could see.

"Sara Potter, McBride's ex girlfriend of 3 years. She lives here in Las Vegas works at a bar off the strip. Called her apartment and left a message, haven't heard from her yet." Tony continued his summery as he grabbed some other files on the ex and handed them to Gibbs. "They lived together for about a year and a half. She might know something but it was almost three months ago. Want me and Ziva to go and find her?" Tony said as he finished his report.

"Take McGee, David and I are going to the base. Explosives are still the major issue. "

"Right Boss, Where is Probie anyways?"

"Right here DiNozzo." McGee said as he walked in and sat down.

"Excellent a day in Vegas and my wing man is Probie." Tony said with a big smile.

As Tony and McGee Sat up and headed for the door Gibbs turned his attention back to the papers that were in front of him. With another sip of his coffee he sat down and started to look through them himself.

Ziva's Room

Ziva walked out of her shower and started to go through her clothes. As she looked around in her bag a thought ran through her mind. Why did I bring so many cloths with her? As she looked at each article of clothing she saw little reason for having brought it. There were multiple tops, pants, and even a skirt. WHY DID I BRING A SKIRT? Her trained mind shouted. It was only when she threw the skirt back in the bag did she remember why.

It had been a week earlier and the team had decided to meet up at the bar after a long day on a case. Everyone was there even Gibbs. As everyone was chatting and having a good time, as everyone was getting up and heading their different ways Ziva and Abby were starting to chat about clothes.

"Abby I just don't see the practical use in wearing them." I said putting her drink down.

"It's not meant to be practical ZIVA! It's meant to be sexy." Abby almost shouted my name as she started to lose patients. "Tony! Get over here"

Tony, who was in the middle of a conversation with Palmer, looked over at Abby who was waving. As Tony excused himself from the bar he walked over and joined the two ladies at their booth.

"You rang?" Tony said with a smile as he sat next to Abby.

"I did. I want a man's opinion." Abby started but then was stopped by my interruption.

"Then shouldn't we find a man?"Looking at Tony and smiling as I said it. I then took a sip of my beer as though it was a victory drink.

"Shhhhh" Abby said, though her smile showed she wanted to laugh. "Tony you like skirts right?"

A big grin ran across Tony's face. "Truer words have never been spoken."

"Then don't you want to see Ziva in a skirt?" Abby said with a smile as big as Tony.

"I would love to see Ziva in a skirt." Tony said looking back at me.

"Then it's settled. Ziva I will see you tomorrow. "And with that she pushed Tony out of the booth and left for the night.

As Abby left Tony took his seat in the booth back. "So what was that about?" Tony asked as he sat down.

"It was nothing. Just Abby being Abby" I said taking another sip of her drink.

"Well we all love Abby." Tony said with a laugh and a smile. After that he looked at his watch and saw that it was getting a little late. "Well I think it's about time for this Italian Stallion to head home. Wait, now I have the sudden need to watch Rocky." But before he left he got up and looked at me right in the eyes and said. "You know I meant it, what I said before. I would love to see you in a skirt sometime." And with that he left leaving me a confused and slightly blushing face. Needless to say that next day I was at the mall acting like a doll for Abby to dress up as. In the end I ended up with this skirt.

As Ziva looked at the skirt she let out a small sigh and grabbed her bag. After another 15 minutes of thinking she finally when with what she was comfortable with. As she walked into the office room she saw Gibbs flipping through some files. He looked up as she walked in.

"You're going to want to change." Gibbs said as he got up.

"What? Why this is what I normally wear." Ziva said looking down at her cargo pants and tan top.

"It's a desert Ziva, It gets hot." Gibbs spoke while walking to the door. As he left he added. "You got 10 minutes. Then we leave for the base.

SO first all I want to say I am deeply sorry that it has taken me this long to post. Sadly there was a death in the family and I now have two little cousins living with me. They are a handful but I love them. So with that little bit of personal information lets return to NCIS. What do you think of the chapter? I want lots of reading and reviewing. Anyways I wanted to post this before I started to cook dinner. Tonight is pasta and meatballs!