Special Agent Langer stood next to a large brown, rusting dumpster..."Hey, you find anything in there...T...Tom?"

McGee pops his head out of the top of the dumpster, looking down at Langer..."It's Tim."...McGee groaned.

Langer shrugs..."Whatever. Find anything?"

McGee throws his leg over the side of the dumpster and tries to ease himself, but falls the six feet to the ground below.

"What the hell are you doing?"...Langer said, he waved his hand over his face..."God damn, you stink!"

McGee rolled over to his back, holding a .22 pistol with a hotdog wrapper.

Langer opens a bag and squats down allowing McGee to drop the gun into the bag. Langer stands up, looking at it..."You got mustard all over it."

"I think I hurt my back."...McGee grunted, moving his left hand to his lower back, trying to support it.

"Don't be a pussy, get up."...Langer sealed the bag and walked off.

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The elevator dings and opens, Ziva steps out and walks across the hall into Abby's lab, a soft jazz music was playing inside..."Abby?"...Ziva called out, but no one answered.

Ziva made her way over to Abby's computer, the driver's license photo of the woman with the gun was on Abby's computer screen..."Heather F. Mack? The wife?"...She looked around the room, anywhere there was a flat service was a photo of Tony in some manner, which made her smile..."Abby?"...Ziva called out again.

Abby's sliding door opened, Abby stepped through holding a card, her head down, reading it.

Abby looked up from the card, Ziva was standing right in front of her. Abby drops her card, startled, jumping back a bit. Abby sighs deeply..."Don't do that!"

Ziva squatted picking up the card..."Abs!! I REALLY, really miss you. Love, Tony."...Ziva read out loud.

Abby was smiling..."It's the 19th one."

"19?"...Ziva repeated, frowning ever so lightly..."I did not get one."

"Aww."...Abby replied..."But you did."

"Umm, Abby, I am pretty sure I did not get any."

Abby gestured towards the back room as she turned away. Ziva stood following Abby through the sliding door. Abby opens a drawer, picking up a stack of cards, a large black ribbon was holding them together..."Here."

"What is it?"

"From Tony, to you."

Ziva took the stack of cards from Abby..."Why do you have them?"

"Tony sent them for you."

"How do you know they were for me, Abby?"

"Some of them were addressed to...'Sweet Cheeks.'"...Abby smiled..."Do I look like a 'Sweet Cheeks?' and he also wrote me a letter saying they were for you."...She grinned.

"But why here?"

"He tried sending a few to Mossad, but they kept 'returning to sender,' so he sent them to me."

"And you did not send them to me, why?"

"Because I knew you'd be back, Ziva."...Abby smiled.

Ziva sighed..."Do you know where he is?"

Abby slowly shook her head no, she moved back through the door, taping Tony's latest postcard to her window next to the door.

Ziva thumbed through the cards, counting 17..."Hey, you got more than me."

Abby grinned..."Jealous?"

"Maybe."...Ziva whispered. She turns to leave, but stops, seeing several of Tony's things sitting on a table..."Umm, Abby?"

"Yeah?"...Abby replied, moving back into her office.

"Why do you have some of Tony's things?"

"Oh, I'm recreating his desk in my ballistics lab...or should I say, I was, until Gibbs told me to find the shooter first."

"And you found her, yes?"

Abby nods..."His wife."...Abby and Ziva spoke at the same time.

"Jinx! You owe me a Coke...err, Caf-Pow, Ziva."

"Uh, why?"

"We, I, uh, nevermind."...Abby and Ziva moved back to her computer as she began to type..."Heather F. Mack, 26, she owns a Serta shop."

"Serta?"...Ziva asked.

"Serta makes beds and such, but whatever you do, don't ask them to make you a custom bed, they'll think you're crazy if you want them to make a mattress that fits inside a coffin."

"What?"

"Never mind that now."...Abby rips off a piece of paper from her pad..."Here's her address, home and work."

"And the other man, Abby?"...Gibbs said, carrying a Caf-Pow.

Abby takes the large cup from Gibbs and takes a quick sip..."He doesn't exist, Gibbs."

"I have a long night ahead of me, in a monkey suit no less, I'm not in the mood, Abs."

"Monkey suit?"...Ziva said, looking curious.

"Tuxedo."...Abby quickly answered.

"Oh!"...Ziva turned to Gibbs..."Why do you need a tuxedo?"

Gibbs gives Ziva a small glance..."Well, Abs?"

"I'm telling you Gibbs, I ran his fingerprints through AFIS and his DNA from the Armed Services database against CODIS, he doesn't exist."...Abby replied.

"Wouldn't you need the man's DNA and fingerprints to make sure, Abby?"...Ziva spoke.

"No, identical twins share the same exact DNA and fingerprints."...Abby explained.

"Send a BOLO out..."

"I already did that, Gibbs...her photo and his, whoever he is...and if they even try to take a plane, train or automobile, they'll be gobbled right up!"

"Good job, Abs."...Gibbs tries to kiss Abby's cheek, but once again, Abby turns away..."Not until Tony is back, Gibbs."

Gibbs rolls his eyes as he turns and starts to walk..."Gibbs."...Abby called out just as Gibbs reached the door.

"Yeah?"

Abby held up his tuxedo.

"Right."...Gibbs hurries over, taking it from her..."Thanks."

Ziva and Abby watch on as Gibbs left.

"Was it me or did he say thanks?"...Abby questioned.

Ziva nods..."Why does Gibbs have a tuxedo?"

Abby shrugs..."Getting married again?"

Ziva smiles..."I doubt it, Abby...but you never know."...Ziva laughs..."Did I tell you about the time Tony took me to a wedding?"

"He did?"

Ziva nods.."We, umm."...She clears her throat.

"What?"

Ziva sighs..."There is times...where you love him, but then there are times whe you hate him, then you love him some more, then you hate him some more, then you really, REALLY hate him."

Abby grabs Ziva's wrist softly, but firmly..."And then you really, really, REALLY love him, right?"...Abby said, with a smile.

"He can be so childish sometimes."...Ziva grunted in frustrated manner, then softly sighs..."He...he once took me to a wedding and the reception afterwards."

Abby laughs.

"Why are you laughing?"

Abby stops..."Sorry, go on."

"He did not know anyone there...why would you do that?!"

Abby starts to laugh harder, snorting a bit.

Ziva shakes her head, she turns towards the door..."Sorry, sorry...it's just that."...Abby said, then started to laugh again.

"What?!"...Ziva raised her voice..."How can you laugh at that? He introduced me to the bride. The bride! I was so embarrassed."

"Let me ask you this...did you have a good time?"

"No, I was embarrassed."

"Yes, but up until then, where you having a good time?"

Ziva shrugged slightly..."It was great actually, amazing food, beautiful...I had never been to an Italian wedding before."

"Did you get caught?"

"No."...Ziva tilted her head..."Not at all."

"Then what's the big deal?"

"He lied...again."

"No, you guys wedding crashed!"...Abby grinned..."That is so DiNozzo!"...Abby laughed..."And he showed you a great time, you even admitted that, right?"...Ziva slowly nodded, flashing a tiny smile, Abby smiled back..."That's why I love Tony, no matter what, you're gonna have a great time and part of your body is going to ache afterwards."

Ziva squinted looking at Abby.

"You miss him, too?"

"Yeah."...Ziva sighed.

Langer walks in, carrying the bagged gun..."Guess what gossip I just heard from a little birdy around the corner...your precious DiNozzo took his own team in Rota, Spain."...He smiled..."Without saying good-bye, no less. Ha!"

"Tony wouldn't do that!"...Abby fired back in anger.

"Hey, don't kill the messenger here and I still don't see the big deal about this guy, everyone I talked to told me that he was an immature dick and a skirt chaser; not to mention, really bad at his job, the Director, remember?"

Ziva clenched her fists tightly, whitening her knuckles.

"...and Gibbs told me he wants me and you to go pick up the wife."...Langer looked at Ziva smirking.

Ziva turns to him, staring into his eyes.

"What? Like what you see?"...He smiled.

Ziva unclenched her fists, she wets her lips with the tip of her tongue..."If I had a dick, this is where I'd tell you to suck it, yes?"...She calmly spoke, turns and walks out.

"What did she say?"...Langer said, looking over at a smug faced Abby, trying not to laugh.

Langer ran after her, but the elevator closed as he reached it..."Ugh."...He slams the button and turns in the direction of the stairs, Gibbs was in his face, fire in his eyes.

"Something wrong, Sir?"

Gibbs thrusts his palm into Langer's forehead..."If you ever speak about one of my team member like that again, I'll let Ziva castrate you...the hard way, do you get me?!"

Langer quickly nods and just as quickly, Gibbs disappears as Langer swallows hard.