Tony sat in the passenger seat of the team's Dodge Charger, his head laying back against the head rest, his shades firmly pressed to his face.

Gibbs stops the car, making Tony's mouth drop open, he starts to snore. Gibbs finishes off his coffee, tossing the cup into the back seat, he reaches over, slapping Tony on the back of the head.

"I do."...Tony blurted out, awaking suddenly.

"You do what, DiNozzo?"

Tony reaches up with his right hand, rubbing his eyes under his sunglasses..."My job, Boss."...He yawned.

"How much sleep did you get last night, Tony?"

"Sleep? Great idea, Boss."...Tony lays his head back and closes his eyes.

Gibbs slaps him again.

"I'm up, Boss."...Tony proclaimed, his teeth grinding. He quickly opens the passenger side door and steps out. He squints his eyes several times, trying to focus on a red sign..."The Red Dragon? Good movie."

"It's a bar, DiNozzo."

"Yeah."...Tony yawns, taking off his shades, putting them in his NCIS jacket pocket..."I knew that."

"You need to slow down, Tony."

"Boss?"...Tony yawned again, taking a step towards the bar.

Gibbs grabs Tony's arm, pointing in the opposite direction..."That way, DiNozzo."

Tony turns his head, seeing Santa Claus standing next to a police line..."Heh. You'd make a good Santa, Gibbs."

"Why, because I'm old?"

"Naw, Boss, because you're always...SO...jolly."...Tony grinned.

"Go talk to him."

"Santa's a suspect?"

"Everyone's a suspect, DiNozzo!"

"On it, Boss!"...Tony ran towards Santa and started to sing..."Santa Claus might be going...to jail."

Gibbs cracks a smile, then moves over to a tall, slender, black man in a dark suit..."Gibbs, NCIS."...Gibbs introduced himself, showing his ID, then badge.

"Detective Wallace, we're been waiting for you guys."

"What ya got?"...Gibbs asked, following the man under the police line.

"Watch your step."...The man points ahead to a large blood trail, then reaches back, holding up a wallet in a clear plastic bag..."Lieutenant James Gallagher."

They're both careful not to step in the blood as they turn a corner, heading into a small alley..."I hope you didn't eat breakfast this morning."...The detective added.

Gibbs stops, looking down, a Caucasian man in blue jeans and a t-shirt was laying on his side, his head smashed, nearly split in half..."Did you move him?"...Gibbs asked, looking at drag marks on the ground.

"Nope, didn't even touch him. His wallet was on the ground next to him, no cash or credit cards...looks like a robbery gone bad. I'll leave you to it, you need anything from me?"

"Coffee would be nice."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Ho, ho, ho, Boss!"...Tony slid past the detective making his way into the alley.

Gibbs turns, giving him a stern look.

"Damn, that had to hurt."...Tony cringes looking at the victim's head, he looks upwards, taking a deep breath and slowly lets it out, his warm breath visible in the clear, cold sky..."Talked to Santa, Boss, turn away now if you still believe in Santa Claus...his real name is Robert Weis, he found the body when he went back for a bathroom break in the alley. Heh. Do you remember when you found out he wasn't real? You know, Santa? I was 9. Dad thought I was old enough to know. I think it might've been the liquor talking, though, but you never know with my Dad, he once spiked my cocoa on purpose when I was 12...man, that was the best Christmas morning ever."

"DiNozzo."...An annoyed Gibbs groaned.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, Boss...he's been working the corner for Salvation Army for the past 3 weeks, seems on the up and up, except for the whole peeing in public thing."

"Where the hell is Ducky?"

"I'm here, Jethro."...Ducky announced his arrival, walking into the alley, he looks at the dead Lieutenant on the ground and sighs deeply, looking at the amount of trauma the Lieutenant had endured..."We really need to stop meeting like this, Gibbs."

"Where's his coat?"...Gibbs wondered out loud..."Must be 20 degrees out here."

Ducky drops to one knee, checking the man's pants..."Nothing in his pockets."

"Carjacked, Boss?"...Tony questioned.

Gibbs turns, giving him a go find out look.

"Right, I'll have McGeek run his name."...Tony turns, but quickly turns back..."Where is McGee?"

"Protection detail, Abby had to testify today."

"Ahh, I'll call the Ziva then. Heh. Only for work, though, Boss, nothing inappropriate, well, maybe a little."...Tony grins. Gibbs just stares at him..."I'll go get on that now, not Ziva, the case. Heh. Never mind."...Tony rushes off.

Ducky chuckles..."You have to admit, Jethro, they are adorable together."

Gibbs smiles for a mere second, before saying..."TOD, Duck?"

"Mr. Pal."...Palmer sets Ducky's bag next to him.

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Palmer."...Ducky pulls a probe from his bag, inserting it into the man's liver.

Gibbs squats next to the body..."What's the blue stuff in the wound, Ducky?"

Ducky pulls the liver probe out, checking the temperature..."Within the hour, Gibbs."...He leans in and starts to examine the massive wound closely, but quickly pulls back, smelling something putrid, he turns his head, shield his nose from the smell..."Ammonia?"

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Ziva stood in front of Director Vance's desk..."You wanted to see me?"

Vance looks up from his seated position..."Yes...I had quite the conversation with your father this morning regarding you."

"May I ask why?"

"He wants you pulled from active duty."

"You told him no, yes?"

"Not exactly."

"But I can still do my job!"

Vance raises his hand..."Calm down, I'm not taking you off active duty."

"Good...thank you."...Ziva turns to leave.

"You were not given permission to leave, Officer David."

Ziva stops, looking back.

"You have been given a new assignment, you will be working cold cases."

Ziva moves back in front of Vance's desk..."What? But you just said."

"My decision is final. You may stay at your desk and work from there, but absolutely no field work."

"This is not fair!"

"Maybe you should've thought of that before."

"Before what?"

"You're dismissed, get back to work."

"Before what?!"...Ziva repeated her last question, starting to get upset.

"Maybe you should ask Agent DiNozzo about that."

Ziva shook her head in disgust..."So, I am not a good agent, because I am pregnant?"

"Then what is Agent DiNozzo excuse?"

"Excuse me?"...Ziva said, his question catching her off guard.

"I've never been a fan of Agent DiNozzo and his style, his lack of polish will most likely tarnish NCIS. We don't need more DiNozzos, we need more agents like McGee, agents who excel in the 21st century and who actually want to improve themselves everyday. What kind of agent are you?"

Ziva sarcastically laughs..."Yes, McGee is a good agent, he has his strengths and weaknesses and where his strength ends, his weakness begins and that is where a team comes together. WE work together as a TEAM to get the job done."...She leans forward, pressing her palms against the top of his desk, her thumbs pressed against the edge..."What kind of an agent am I? Hmm. I'm the type of agent who can kill a man with a single toothpick in many, many different ways."...She stands tall, straightening her olive green shirt, pulling it down over the top of her light brown cargo pants..."I'm also an agent who can get pregnant, who can cry at something so stupid as dropping their muffin on the floor and oh yeah, I can have multiple orgasms."

"What does that have to do with anything?"...Vance replied.

"Because I'm pissed, my feet are killing me, my back hurts, I'm tired of throwing up and basically because I CAN, does that make you jealous? Then too damn bad! And you should be thankful you have agents like Tony and Gibbs, who saved your ass 12 years ago, yes?"...Ziva smirks and starts to back up..."Yes, I have read your dossier and OH, one last thing, when my Aba calls for a progress report..."...She lifts her left hand and slowly rotates a gold ring around her ring-finger..."Tell him Mrs. DiNozzo says shalom."

Ziva leaves through the door, slamming it behind her.

Cynthia comes rushing through the door..."Are you alright, Sir?"

"I'm fine, Cynthia...could you get me some coffee, please and I have a little assignment for you when you get back."

"Right away, Sir."...Cynthia steps out, carefully closing the door behind her.

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The elevator dings, McGee steps off the elevator and moves towards the bullpen, Ziva's telephone was ringing. He moves to it, picking it up..."Officer David's desk."

"McGee?"

"Oh, hey, Tony...what's up?"

"Where's Ziva?"

McGee shrugs his shoulders.

"Stop shrugging your shoulders and write this down...got a pen?"

McGee moves to Ziva's chair, sitting down, he types quickly, bringing up notepad..."Go ahead."

"Lieutenant James Gallagher, look for everything, McGee...car, wife, girlfriend, mistress, dominatrix."

"Dominatrix?"

"Everything, McGee."

"I'm on it, Tony."...McGee hangs up the phone, seeing a silver box on Ziva's desk.

"Why are you sitting at my desk and why are you staring at my box."...Ziva asked, carrying a cup of hot tea.

"Oh, no, your phone was ringing and I would never touch your box."...McGee said, shooting up from her chair.

"McGee, look at your hands."

McGee looks down, he was holding her silver box..."Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to touch your box."

"You are still touching it, McGee."

"Huh?"...McGee quickly sets it down and moves out from behind Ziva's desk.

Ziva slides by McGee and sits down at her desk, taking a sip of her tea. She looks up, seeing McGee still eyeing her box..."You are intrigued by my box, yes?"

"I love presents, trying to figure out what's inside, just by looking at the size and shape of it."

"McGee is like a 4 year old, Ziva, they have more fun with the box than the present inside."...Abby interjected herself into the conversation..."Of course, most men love boxes, right, McGee?"...She smiled.

"What?"

"Tony told me all about yesterday, you being all 'McGay.'"

Ziva chuckles.

"You know, too?"...McGee groaned, looking at Ziva.

"Of course, McGee, he is my husband."

Abby pushes McGee out of the way, moving closer to Ziva..."Did he go to Jared?"

"Huh?"...Ziva replied, looking confused.

"Every kiss begins with Kay?"

"Your ring, Ziva."...McGee spoke up.

"Oh."...Ziva lifts her left hand, showing the wedding band next to her engagement ring.

"Awwwwwww, you're married!"...Abby quickly hugs her, but pulls back..."Wait, why wasn't I invited?"

"We earloped."...Ziva smiled.

"Eloped, Ziva."...McGee corrected her.

"Yes, that, too."

"I could've been a witness! Who caught the boutique? Who got the garter?"

"I'm sorry, Abby."

"Did you write your own vowels? I need details, pictures. Anything!"

"Constance took some pictures and he."

Abby turns, digging into McGee's pockets, grabbing his iPhone..."Hey!"

Abby held it up to her ear..."Come on, come on."

"What did you find, McGee?"...Tony asked, answering the phone.

"You two eloped?!"

"Heh. Hey, Abs."

"Don't 'hey, Abs,' me, DiNozzo...details, go."

"Well, it was Ziva's idea and Gibbs..."

"Gibbs was there?!"...Abby turned, shooting a death glare towards Ziva.

"Nope, he was watching Constance and when we went to pick her up, then dropped her off like an hour later, he kinda knew, that and I think he saw my wedding ring."

"Okay, I kind of feel better."...Abby looks back at Ziva..."Kinda."

Ziva sighs..."If we have a girl, we will name it after you."

"Awww, a little Abby?"...Abby moves to her, dropping to her knees, placing her hand on Ziva's stomach, she looks up at Ziva and smiles..."I forgive you."

"Here is the key to the cold cases filing cabinet, Ziva."...Cynthia said, setting the key on her desk..."Director Vance wants you to copy all files to flash and hard drives."

"Cold cases?"...Abby replied, standing..."Why? What's going on Ziva?"

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Tony lifts his cell phone to his ear..."What the hell took so long?"

"You really don't wanna know, Tony."...McGee responded.

"What did you find out about the Lieutenant?"

"He's a JAG."

"Oh, great, lawyers...Gibbs is gonna love that."

"He owns a 2007 black Chevrolet Corvette Z06, license plate number..."

"456HDF."

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I'm looking right at it."...Tony declared, looking down the street at the Corvette..."He have a cell phone?"

"Yeah, it's on, too."

"Trace it, McGee."

Tony starts walking towards the car.

"It's moving away from you, Tony, 50 meters behind you."

"What?"

"His phone is in motion."

Tony turns and starts jogging..."Where?"

"Take a left."

"There's not a street, McGee."

"Is there an alley?"

"Yeah...there is."...Tony grunts and pulls his Sig and walks towards a small opening between two building, he slowly moves in, seeing a refrigerator box on its side..."Federal agent!"

The box starts to shake, a disheveled man quickly crawls out of it, trying to escape.

"Stop!"...Tony yells, but the man kept going. Tony runs and leaps on the man, knocking him down. Tony moves up to a kneeling position, pressing his knee into the middle of the man's back and aggressively cuffs him, he raises his hands, feeling something wet on them, his hands covered in blood.