"GIBBS!" Ponytails bobbed as a woman ran over to the lift. She had black straight hair and a spiky collar around her neck. Black Thigh-high boots and a mini-skirt were donning her beautiful body. Her arms wrapped around Gibbs' neck as he walked further into the building.

"Hey Abs." Tony just stood looking at this new phenomenon in front of him.

"DUCKY!" she squealed.

"Hello my dear. How have you been?"

"Great thanks. Oh! Who's this?" She stuck out her hand to shake Tony's hand. He took it.

"Detective Anthony DiNozzo. Just call me Tony though."

"Hello Tony. I'm Abby."

"DiNozzo is with Baltimore PD. He's sharing jurisdiction with us thanks to Ducky."

Gibbs walked over to his desk and put his bag and the evidence he carried up on top. "DiNozzo, use that desk." He pointed to the desk diagonally across from his. It used to be owned by Stan Burley but that changed recently.

As Gibbs said this, Abby shared a 'well-well-well' look with Ducky who also returned it with a slight smile.

Tony placed his necessities on top and pulled out a brown file from his rucksack.

"Right, I shall start on the Autopsy straight away."

"Okay, thanks Duck." The doctor strolled to the lift and waited patiently for the ding sound.

"Abby. Take this and see if you can find anything significant on it."

"Right away boss." She mocked saluted and scampered away catching the lift with Ducky just in time.

"Right DiNozzo. Fill me in with some more details."

"Sure..."

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The elevator doors slid shut in front of them. Abby turned to look at Ducky.

"So tell me. What's he like, Duck?"

He tilted his head and smiled at her. She was always so eager.

"Anthony seems friendly. I have a sneaky feeling that although he is a bit more showing in his happier emotions than Gibbs, he is not that much different. I think Gibbs has already noticed it too. He specifically asked for him alone in the case."

"I hope your right Ducky. Gibbs needs a team to keep him thinking straight and I know how picky he can be."

"Only the best Abby."

The doors opened.

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Gibbs rubbed his eyes. He scurried through the papers sat in front of him to find his desk clock. 10:00pm. He had been working 20 hours straight and from the look of it, so had DiNozzo.

Tony flexed his shoulders to check his arms were still there. He was pretty sure they had gone numb by now. He was too tired to think about it.

"DiNozzo." Tony looked up towards Gibbs' desk. "Get some rest. We will carry on in the morning."

A small smile of gratitude was thrown across the bull pen.

"Thanks." Tony stood up and as Gibbs was ready for him to walk to the lift, he received a surprise. DiNozzo opened his bag and pulled out a pillow and lay behind the desk, staring up at the ceiling. Baffled, Gibbs walked over to the lying DiNozzo and stared straight down at him.

"Tony. What the hell are you doing?" Tony's brow furrowed.

"You said get some rest. Ergo, I rest."

"I meant in a bed, Tony." A yawn escaped the detective's mouth and the eyelids slid shut.

"Wouldn't fit in my bag." was the tired reply.

"There are hotels in Washington you know." The detective got up on his elbows and stared at Gibbs dully.

"To get to a Hotel I would need a taxi. To get a taxi I would have to pay money. Knowing the taxi, I would have to pay a very long fare as he would notice I don't know where I am or where I am going. Then, in spite, he will most probably take me to a 1 star hotel where I would reply 'No take me to a better one' meaning I would have to pay again. He would then take me to a 5 star hotel where I couldn't give a damn. Meaning I pay about $500 for one night of 6 hours sleep. Then to top it all off, I would once again have to pay for a taxi back again."

Gibbs stayed silent. In doing so, DiNozzo did the same except a slight tilt of the head as his eyes bore into Gibbs'. After about 2 minutes that seemed like 10 to Tony, Gibbs spoke.

"I have a spare room. Up and at 'em DiNozzo."

"I thought so." DiNozzo slipped in a sarcastic dig. Gibbs chuckled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

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Gibbs pushed hard. It was tight. God this is tiring, thought Gibbs.

"Need a hand there Gibbs?" DiNozzo walked down the stairs into the basement where Gibbs worked on his project. It was his new decking for the back of his house. He had considered getting a pro to do it, but what the heck it gave him something to do in the evenings. Plus, it took his mind off his latest divorce. That woman was crazy; there was no doubt about that.

"Sure DiNozzo. Grab a tool."

"Damn, I hoped you would say no. Oh well. Can't have everything can we." He grinned at Gibbs and reached for the paper sander.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs stood upright with hands on his hips. "Have you ever been punched?"

"Oh, many times believe me."

"I do, trust me." Gibbs muttered under his breath as he continued working on the wood.

"I've been shot at. Punched. Knifed." DiNozzo stopped in thought whilst counting it off on his hands. "I think I've even been scratched a few times. And that doesn't count my ex-girlfriend."

"I know how you feel."

"Oh, yeah? Ex-Girlfriend punch you too?"

"Ex-wife. Kick in the family jewels." Gibbs and DiNozzo both winced at the same time.

"Women." They both muttered simultaneously.

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