A/N: Well Ladies and Gentlemen this is it. It kinda wraps everything up but leaves a couple of things out there in case I want to write a follow up. Sorry it's short but I think it's a good chapter. So for the last time on this story I hope you enjoy...

I'd also like to thank anybody who comment or just plane out read the whole story cover to cover. I appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or NCIS, do i really need to say this, it's been what 11 chapter? oh well...

Chapter 12

The man, whose name was later found to be Arnold Smith, had killed Petty officer Steward as revenge for him sleeping with his wife, who, figuring out he was a lunatic, left him about a month before the murder. Smith had grown so attached to his murder that he took all steps available to get away with it. However, he failed.

The hospital had been shut down after the murder and only a few people remained in the building, among them both teams. The doctors were amazed at the action that had taken place in the hospital and the NCIS team were amazed that House had figured out the whole poison thing.

"He just got this weird face on and told me to call my team." said Tony.

"House does that a lot," replied Foreman.

"Really, do you ever get us to it?"

"Not really."

The group went of about talking about Gibbs and House and who would break a suspect first in interrogation and so on and so forth. Ziva however stood in the corner thinking. She had had her chance to ask Wilson out and had blown it, she always seemed to do just that. It would of never worked anyway, they were way too far apart, and she had to leave for DC if not today, tomorrow. She looked over at Tony.

She had never really figured out her feelings for him, whether they had a brother-sister thing going on, if they thought of each other in a romantic sense or if she just downright hated him. Probably a little of all of them. Either way she was glad he was coming back to DC with her.

McGee was laughing and joking with the doctors and Tony when he saw Ziva out in her corner. He shock his head. He then nudged his way through the crowd and pulled Dr. Wilson aside.

"Dr. Wilson, I have something I need from you." said McGee.

"Yeah sure, anything," replied Wilson.

"This is Ziva's cell-phone number, and if she asks, you didn't get it from me." Before Wilson could say another word McGee smiled and once again joined the happy band of agents and doctors.

House was in his office watching his soap on his portable TV. When Gibbs entered he looked up but looked back down at the screen. Gibbs approached the desk but the room remained silent. Neither of them spoke for a moment, taking in the silence that seemed almost foreign to them after the last couple of days.

"You helped us out there," said Gibbs.

"I just did my job," replied House with surprisingly no sarcasm, "it was the only thing that fit, it was just luck that we killed two birds with one stone."

"Anyways we owe you, I owe you, so if there's anything you ever need, don't be afraid to call."

House looked at Gibbs and then stood up. They looked at each other for a moment, both brilliant, incredible men that were polar opposites in more than one way, but here they stood, in one room, both celebrating their victory.

They shook hands.