"God, the Lions absolutely suck."...Tony bellows, falling back, putting his hands behind his head.
"They've sucked ever since Barry retired."...Constance adds, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Heh. You know football?"...His head swinging in Constance's direction.
"Mom loved it."...Constance spoke, her eyes glued to the TV..."You can't run the ball on 3rd and long, what the hell?!"
"Yeah, but you were like 6 when he retired."
"Dad, he was the greatest running back of all-time."
"Uh, no. One word: Sweetness."
Constance looks at her dad..."Emmitt Smith was better than him."
Tony quickly sits up..."Oh, you just didn't go there."
"Oh, I went there."
"Walter Payton was so better than Emmitt Smith it's not even funny."
"Stats don't lie, Dad."
"Don't make me do the super bowl shuffle, young lady."
"What?"...Constance looks at him oddly.
Tony just laughs.
Ziva hurries into the living room..."Are you two dressed? Why aren't you dressed? Jeans and t-shirt, Constance?! They are coming soon. All of them. What are you waiting for? Hurry!"
"I'm kinda dressed."...Tony leans up, turning towards her.
Ziva grabs Tony's tie and continues on with her rambling..."You are wearing that tie? No, no, it is the wrong color, go put the green one I picked out, the one that goes with my dress and you."...Ziva looks at Constance..."Blue dress, now."
"You okay, Ziva?"
Ziva just glares at Tony.
"Uh, Dad...we better go change now."
Tony gives a quick glance towards Constance and nods..."Good idea."
They stand and move towards a long hallway..."Thanks a lot, Dad."
"What did I do?"
"Oh, you know what you did."
Tony stops, Constance disappears through her door, closing it behind her...."That's not my fault, it takes two to tango, ya know?"
"Ewww."
Tony sighs..."Sorry."
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Tony and Constance stood in a candlelit room, he in a black suit with a olive green tie, she was wearing a blue halter dress that ran the length of her legs, hiding her black heels..."I feel like I'm going to the prom."...She groaned.
"Hush, you look fantastic."...Ziva spoke, walking into the living room, wearing a olive green dress, her skin sparkled a brilliant gold in the soft light, she turns, holding up her hair..."Zip me up."
"Speaking of fantastic."...Tony smiles, stepping forward and carefully zips up her dress.
"Thank you."...She turns back, quickly giving him a kiss, she then grabs Constance's hand..."The food is warming in the oven, don't touch it."...She quickly smacks his hand, then his face softly with her free hand..."That goes for the mystery pie, too."...She squints towards him..."I will know, Tony and don't mess up your suit, you look."...She smiles seductively at him.
"Ewwww!"
"Oh, stop it...your father and I have sex, a lot of it, you know that!"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I like hearing about it!"...Ziva pulls her towards the bedroom..."Or listening to it and you're really loud...ewww, on me now."...Constance shook her head, looking back at her father.
Tony throws his hands up..."What the hell just happened?"
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Tony moves to the door, opening it, Ducky and his mother stood outside..."Happy Thanksgiving."...Tony steps aside, allowing them to enter.
"Happy..."...Ducky says, before being interrupted.
"I thought you were taking me to dinner, Donald."...Mrs. Mallard spoke.
"We're here, Mother."
"Who is this?"...She wondered, looking at Tony.
"This is Anthony, you know him, Mother."
Mrs. Mallard cocks her head, staring at Tony..."You're Italian."
Tony nods to her.
"And a gigolo!"
"Mother!"...Ducky turns to Tony..."I'm so sorry, Anthony."
"Don't worry about it, Ducky."...Tony lifts Mrs. Mallard's hand to his mouth, kissing it.
"Ooh, such a gentleman, Donald."
"Your coats?"...Tony spoke.
Ducky helps his mother take off her coat and hat, then his. Tony takes the coats..."Make yourself at home."
"Donald, would you ask that nice Italian boy if he'll help me move my furniture."
"We're not home right now, Mother."
"Heh."...Tony just smirks and heads off to put the coats away.
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Ducky walks out of the kitchen, rubbing his hand.
"You looked at the mystery pie, didn't you?"...Tony smiles, holding out a glass of scotch to Ducky.
Ducky nods as he continues to rub his hand, he takes the glass from Tony..."Thank you...who else is coming? Abigail? Timothy? Jethro?"
"McGee and Abby are spending turkey day with their families, Gibbs told me he'd be here, but who knows."
"Ahh, I see...and the parents?"
Tony laughs nervously..."Honestly? I hope they missed their flights."
"Uh, Dad...there's a limo out front with two scary lookin' dudes standing outside of it."
"Dudes?"
"BIG."...Constance replies, holding her hand about a foot above her head.
"Honey, better put out the kosher stuff...Mossad is here."...Tony jokingly calls out.