"I think I'm going to incinerate this suit." Tony remarked, tugging at his collar, as he and McGee trudged into the squad room. McGee scowled.

"How do you think I feel, Tony? And you drew this ridiculous thing on my face. How do you think I feel about that, huh?" Tony looked genuinely sorry. For a moment.

"Fine. I'm sorry about that. And it's not as if you haven't done anything bad to me ever." Tony, too, scowled at McGee.

"Oh yeah? And what have I done to you?" McGee demanded.

"Well, for one, you gave me the pneumonic plague!" Tony snarled, as though it had been the obvious thing.

"Oh, you wanna do this now? Let's do it."

"I almost died!" Heads poked up, above office partitions, as agents stopped in their tracks, along the hallways. A full-scale argument rarely occurred, and when it did, it never went unnoticed.

"You snatched the envelope from me!" McGee shouted exasperatedly, as Tony lobbed his backpack forcefully into his corner, and it connected with the partition with a loud thump. McGee's table shook, as his backpack hit it.

"You should have taken it back and given it to Gibbs!" It was McGee who threw the first punch, which clipped Tony in the jaw. Tony staggered back, but lashed out, his fist hitting McGee's head. McGee staggered backwards, unstable, and grabbed Tony's collar.

The ground shook a little, as the two men hit it, hard. Like schoolboys in a fight, they began to pummel and kick each other. McGee, gasping, inched his way to his desk, reached out, pulling his fingernails down Tony's cheeks, and the latter howled with pain. Blinded by the pain and anger, he flung his fist out, hitting McGee in the ribcage, and McGee hit the ground again, a few inches away from where he had been moments ago.

The elevator doors dinged open, and Abby sauntered out lightheartedly, looking for Gibbs. Her eyes narrowed, and her pace slowed, as she saw the multitude of agents looking in the direction of an office. Gibbs' bullpen. She soon saw the fighting duo on the carpet, breathed an "ohmygod", and started weaving through the watching agents.

She dashed into the bullpen, as Tony gave McGee another blow to the shoulder. Abby tried to pull the two apart, which was hard, like pulling two fighting guys who are fighting like five-year-olds ever is. Now if Ziva were here. She thought.

"Guys, that's enough!" she ordered, as she pulled McGee away from Tony, and jumped in the middle. "Guys, guys!" the pair stopped trying to tear the other's throats out, and Abby saw all the accumulated cuts and bruises, including the blood dripping from Tony's eyebrow. "Oh my God, you two are going to Ducky right now."

She grabbed the two agents by the arm, one struggling agent on each side. Agents parted like the Red Sea to let them pass through, looking on intently. The elevator doors slid shut, and the agents went back to their normal routines, as though nothing had happened.

The lift doors dinged open at Autopsy, Abby pulled McGee and Tony out of the lift, and through the automatic doors. "Ducky!" Abby called out. Ducky was seated at his desk, finishing some paperwork, and did not look up.

"Just a minute, Abigail." He said. He put his pen down, and stood up, turning to face them. "And how may I… Oh dear. What have you two been doing?"

"I found them fighting in the middle of the squad room." Abby explained, as Tony and McGee glowered sullenly.

"My god, Anthony, what happened to your forehead?" Ducky asked, referring to the small bloody gash on Tony's forehead. Tony scowled harder.

"Mcfreak here conked me on the head with a stapler." He said.

"That's all your fault, anyway." McGee said.

"Oh yeah? You were the one who raised how you felt."

"And you were the one who let Ziva take the car keys!"

"You two!" Abby exclaimed, "That's enough!"

"Mm…" Ducky murmured in agreement. "Abigail," he said, handing Abby a bottle of antiseptic. "Help McGee. I'll deal with Anthony first." Abby nodded, and led McGee over to the other side of the room. "Anthony, you must hold still." Ducky said, as Tony winced, and began to fidget as Ducky wiped the gash over with some antiseptic wipes.

"Got that." Tony replied, sitting on one of the cold metal autopsy tables, as Ducky threaded a needle. "How many do I need?" he asked, nodding towards the needle.

"About four." He replied, as he carried a syringe to Tony.

"I think I'll be fine without it, Duck." He said. Ducky looked at him again, and he nodded. The syringe was replaced onto the metal tray, and Ducky inserted the needle above his left eyebrow. Tony breathed in sharply.

"Second thoughts about that anesthesia, Anthony?" Ducky asked, as he pulled the thread through, and inserted the needle again.

"Not yet." Tony squeaked, and bit his lip, as Ducky inserted the needle yet again. "Where's. Ow. Palmer? Ow." He croaked. "Ow!"

"Lunch break. Mr. Palmer had an appointment of some kind, or an errand to run." Ducky said, cutting the thread. "There, all done. Sleeves up, please." Tony did as he was told, revealing multiple cuts and bruises.

"Ducky!" Abby hollered. "I'm done over here with McGee!"

"Okay, Abigail. You've covered every spot?" Ducky replied.

"Yes, I'm sure, Ducky." Abby said. "I'm gonna bring McGee up to my lab to remove this permanent marker."

"Bring him back down when you're finished, so I can have a look." Ducky said, and waved at them to go. He turned back to Tony.

"Hey, Duck. You wouldn't happen to have heard from Gibbs or Ziva, have you?" Tony asked. Ducky shook his head.

"No I have not." He replied. "Neither have contacted you?"

"No. I would be surprised if they did." Tony said, rubbing some antiseptic on his left arm, as Ducky brought some band-aids, surgical tape and gauze over. "Gibbs' mad at me, Ziva's mad at me, McGee's definitely pissed."

"Yes he is." Ducky said, gently rubbing some more antiseptic onto Tony's right arm. "I heard what went on at the crime scene. Jethro and Ziva are definitely angry, but they will come back."

"I hope." Tony replied forlornly. "At this rate, when I go home, Gibbs will be waiting on some rooftop waiting to get me with his sniper rifle, and Ziva will be waiting behind my door to break my neck."

"That bad?" Ducky enquired. Tony nodded.

"If I ever turn up dead, within this week, I hope two of your main suspects are Gibbs and Ziva." He said. Ducky raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think he will. You're like family to him. I can say just as much in Ziva's case."

"Hmm… Doesn't sound that good, but I'll take it if it's my only chance to survive." Tony replied.

"And how about Timothy? You're like a brother to him." Tony smirked. "Abby too."

"Yeah, and Ziva is my sister. I sure love having trained ninja girl assassins, happy Goths, and computer geeks for siblings." Tony said sarcastically. "Am I the only normal one between the Marine, ex-Mossad, Goth, and the elf lord?"

"I'm not in any position to answer that, Anthony. It's your opinion, not mine." Ducky said. "But if I may say so, if you don't see them as family, what made you decide to put Jethro down as your next-of-kin in an emergency?"

Tony looked at Ducky thoughtfully, processing all that the Medical Examiner had said. He had put Gibbs down as his next-of-kin in an emergency. He smiled, a small smile. "I know why. Thanks, Duck."

"You're welcome, Anthony. Feel better now?"

"Much. And I guess I did start all this." Tony said. His phone rang, and he searched in his pockets, before pulling out his amazingly still-intact cell phone. "DiNozzo." He said.

"Tony?" It was Abby, in her lab. "Director Vance wants to see you in his office right away."

Tony groaned.

A/N: Okay, I shall admit that I'm a bit of a drama queen, which is how this chapter came about, so if you feel it's exaggerated or anything, all I can say is… whoops. (Hopefully it made some entertaining reading anyway). Thank you so much for reading this, and thank you for your lovely comments if you commented, I can't even tell you how much they mean to me :) Do comment and follow/favourite/share? And please hang around, the story's just beginning!

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