Tony shackles the now clean and dressed in blue medical scrubs man to the table in interrogation room #1, his graying hair and beard, still looking caked with grime. The door opens, Gibbs stood outside, with the nudge of his head, he gestures Tony over.

Tony closes the door behind him as he exits.

"He say anything, DiNozzo?"

"God whistled and sent an angel from heaven above, over and over again. Really weird, Boss."

"Come again?"

Tony shrugs, he turns his head, looking down the hallway seeing McGee walking towards them..."Abby is running his prints now, maybe he escaped from hospital or something."

Gibbs places his hand under Tony's chin, tilting his head back..."This your blood?"...There was blood under his chin and along his neck and down the front of his shirt.

"I'm good, Gibbs, it's not mine."...Tony looked down, seeing blood on his tie, he sighs..."Great, blood got inside my jacket, too."

"Boss, JAG is here."...McGee informed.

Gibbs turns and walks towards McGee..."Get those clothes to Abby and clean yourself up."

"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill."...Tony groaned, moving in the opposite direction.

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"You know what I hate more than lawyers, McGee?"...Gibbs groaned, stepping out of the elevator, moving towards the squad room. McGee shadowed his every move.

"Divorce lawyers, Boss?"

Gibbs stops suddenly, McGee nearly slams into him, he turns, slapping him on the back of the head..."You're spending way too much time with DiNozzo."

"S-s-sorry, Boss."

"You know, Jethro, some would consider that cruel and unusual punishment and some would even write you up for it."

Gibbs turns towards the voice, seeing Commander Coleman sitting at his desk, he cracks a smile..."Faith."

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Tony stood under a shower head, he gargles and spits water, he steps back and starts to suds his body up, he looks down, seeing something red on his chest..."What the hell is that?"...He pulls it off with his fingers, bringing it up to his face..."Uggghhh, is that piece of brain?!"...He flicks it off his finger and watches it float towards the drain, he stomps on it, pushing it through the grate. He shudders and starts scrubbing on his body hard with a sponge.

The lights turn off.

Tony looks up, rinsing his face..."Someone's in here."...The lights remain off, he takes a step away from the shower head, poking his head around the corner, but it's too dark to see anything..."Hello?"

Another shower head starts.

Tony steps back, his head now under the shower head..."I'm SO not digging the Nightmare on Elm Street II vibe."

Another shower head starts.

"I think you should know, I'm a black belt in Tae Bo."

Another shower head starts, followed by the soft chuckle of a woman.

"I got married yesterday and my wife, she really hot. I mean, she's smokin'! And she's beautiful and smart and we have sex a lot, but sometimes a guy needs more, ya know? Sometimes a guy need a little something different. He needs a shower and a red Ferrari, like Magnum, but mostly a shower now and believe it or not, he needs illumination to shower."

Ziva presses her front against Tony's back, kissing and rubbing her face against it, her arms wrapping around his waist..."Are you okay?"

Tony turns around, she immediately lays her head on his chest, hugging him tightly..."Yeah."...He whispered..."Even better now."

"Good."

"Heh. I don't think that belongs to you, Z."

Ziva gently chuckles..."Wanna bet?"

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Ducky stood next to the body as Gibbs, McGee and Commander Coleman quickly approached from the elevator..."How did he die, Ducky?"

"Rather quickly, Jethro."

Commander Coleman sees the body, but turns away, holding her hand over her mouth.

Gibbs turns..."You okay, Faith?"

She hurries out of autopsy.

Gibbs turns back towards the body..."I think that's a good thing, Duck."

Ducky nodded in agreement.

"What caused it?"...Gibbs squints looking at the wound on the Lieutenant's head..."An axe?"

"I'm afraid not, the wound consists of both brunt and sharp force trauma."...Ducky points to specific points in the man's head, showing the differences.

"So, two different weapons were used then?"

"I don't think so, Jethro."...Ducky moves to the wall, looking at X-rays..."There are no hesitation cuts, this damage was done in one single blow."

Jethro stands tall..."How is that possible, the strength it would take."

"Indeed."...Ducky moves back to the autopsy table..."I think something fell on him, Gibbs."

"Fell on him?"

Ducky lifts his arm..."He has no defensive wounds, I found nothing under his nails."

"Okay, I'll bite."

"Imagine a piece of a building, heavied by the weight of snow, it breaks free, sending a jagged piece of stone barrelling towards earth and into this man's skull. The stone would have smooth sides as well as jagged, from where it broke free from the building. As it falls, it builds up speed, causing said damage. "

"Terminal velocity."...McGee spoke up..."That would account for the amount of damage inflicted, Boss."

Gibbs looks at McGee, then back at Ducky..."Was there trace of rock or cement in the Lieutenant's head?"

Ducky sighs..."Unfortunately no. Hopefully Abigail can tell us more."

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Gibbs and McGee sat at theirs desk..."Put his service record on the plasma, McGee."

McGee clicks a few buttons and the military record and photo of Lieutenant James Gallagher pop up on it.

Commander Coleman walks out of the ladies room, moving towards the bullpen.

"I'm sorry about that, Agent Gibbs."...Commander Coleman said, standing in front of Gibbs' desk.

"Agent Gibbs?"...Gibbs said.

"It wasn't very professional of me."

"Aww, Faith, his head is...well, you know."...Gibbs sits back, leaning in his chair.

"Honestly, Ma'am, I use to chuke a lot when I first started here."...McGee said, trying to comfort her.

"McGee, she's a lawyer, she's seen crime scene photos."

"Ah, sorry, Boss. Ma'am."

"Did you know him well?"...Gibbs questioned.

"Well? No, but he's only been at Falls Church for like 5 months. He's a damn good lawyer."...She takes a deep breath..."Was."

"Any idea why he was in an alley? Why he wasn't wearing a uniform?"

"He wasn't wearing a uniform?"...Coleman's eyes bulged, she quickly shakes her head no..."I wish to speak to the man who did this."

"Why? You going to represent him, Commander Coleman?"...Gibbs asked.

"I was sent by the JAG himself and I'm not to leave until I solve this and in case you don't know, it's Christmas Eve, Agent Gibbs."

"We have a tree."...Gibbs replied, gesturing towards the windows, a large, scarcely decorated tree stood with a handful of blinking red lights.

Faith looks towards it..."I see NCIS has less budget than we do."

"Economy is bad right now, Commander Coleman. Agent Gibbs, a word."...Director Vance said, standing next to the railing on the balcony.

"Oh, Boss, I forgot to tell you."...McGee started to speak.

"Tell me what, McGee?"

"Ziva is no longer a part of your team."...Director Vance jumped in..."She's been re-assigned to cold cases."

"What?"...Gibbs leaps to his feet, his eyes staring up at Director Vance.

Director Vance turns and moves through a doorway.

Gibbs jobs up the stairs, moving past Cynthia into Director Vance's office..."When were you going to tell me this?!"

"I'm also making Agent DiNozzo and Officer David, err, DiNozzo take mandatory marriage counselling."

Gibbs shook his head..."You've got to be kidding me."

"Weren't you the one who was always going on about: relationships in the workplace never working? If I remember correctly, it's rule #11."

"12!"...Gibbs fired back.

"Well."...Director Vance replied, sitting down.

"Why was she re-assigned?"

"We both know we can not have a pregnant agent out in the field, Jethro."

"I think Ziva can take care of herself, Leon."

"As I told her, my decision is final. Once she has given birth, I might consider putting her back on field duty."

"Might?"

"Who knows, she could be back in Israel by then."

"Are you trying to break up my team or just them, Director?"

"I don't think I like your tone, Agent Gibbs and don't forget, it's not your team, it's MY team."

Gibbs steps towards the door..."Yeah, that's what you keep telling me."

"Boss, Abby's got something."...McGee rose from his chair, his phone clinging to his ear. He looks up at the balcony seeing Gibbs pointing towards the elevator.

McGee turns his head, seeing Commander Coleman pass by his desk, he looks back up at Gibbs, but he was gone. He hangs up his phone and hurries to catch up with the Commander.

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Abby was on her tip toes, ready to explode as Gibbs, McGee and Commander Coleman walked into her lab.

"What ya got, Abs?"...Abby rushes over to Gibbs, grabbing his hand, pulling him towards her computer station..."Abs?"

She looks at him, grinning widely..."Guess who's gonna be published again?"

"Damn it, McGee, you wrote another book?"

"Well, yeah, Boss, how did you know?"

"Not, McGee! Me!"...Abby exclaimed..."Hey, that rhymed. I'm a poet and didn't even know it!"

"You wrote a book of poems, Abby?"...McGee smiled.

"No, McGee!"...Abby scoffed..."Gibbs, be truthful, are you member of the mile high club?"

"What are you talking about, Abby?"...Gibbs squinted in Abby's direction.

"You know, sex in an airplane, Boss, but technically, it's the 6 mile high club."

Gibbs leers at McGee.

McGee backs up and becomes silent.

Abby chuckles, but Gibbs gives her the same look he gave McGee, making Abby stop..."Moving on, but staying with the bathroom, where most 'encounters' take place."

"What does this have to do with the case, Abby?"

Abby turns to her computer and starts typing..."The test results are back from the samples took from the Lieutenant's brain, it contained urine, fecal matters and a blue disinfectant, that I traced back to a brand used exclusively by Jet Blue."

"Wait, Abs, are you telling me..."

"He was killed by blue ice, Gibbs!"

"I thought that was myth, Abby."

"In 1973, a piece of blue ice fell through a woman's house in Lansing, Michigan and missed her by just 6 feet! This would be the first ever reported causality ever, Gibbs!"

"You seem happy he's dead."...Commander Coleman remarked.

"Oh, no! I'm sorry, I didn't it like that, it's just that."...Abby tried to explain.

"It's okay, Miss Sciuto."...Commander Coleman responded.

"Don't airplanes have safeguards to prevent that, Abby?"...McGee questioned.

"Yes, waste is held in storage tanks, but in some rare occasions, it can leak and because it's so cold up there, it freezes instantly sending chunks of blue ice ground ward."...Abby answered.

"That still doesn't explain what he was doing in the alleyway."...Gibbs said.

"I might be able to answer that, too, Gibbs."...Abby replied..."I found traces of semen on the Lieutenant's civvies, the inside of his pants and on the zipper."

"That neighborhood is well known for prostitution, Boss."...Tony spoke.

All eyes look back, Tony and Ziva were standing by each other, his hair damp, a towel hanging around his neck. Ziva was wearing her NCIS hat, her head laying against his arm, her eyes closed, holding onto his hand.

"Awww, they're so cute together."...Abby smiled, then quickly grinned..."I bet Tony is a member of the mile high club."

"I don't think it's the time to talk about that, Abby."...Tony spoke through gritted teeth.

"That is where you sex in an airplane, yes?"...Ziva asked, opening her eyes.

"Yup!"...Abby exclaimed.

"Cedar Point."...Ziva smiled and closed her eyes.

"I knew it!"...Abby grinned.

"Abby!"...Gibbs yelled.

"Such a buzzkill!"...Gibbs gives Abby a stern look..."Never mind, moving on...again."...Abby swings back towards her computer..."I also found two female DNA samples on his body."

"Two?!"...Command Coleman cried out.

Gibbs turns to her..."How long were you sleeping with him, Faith?"

Commander Coleman turns and attempts to leave, but Gibbs grabs her arm..."Commander Coleman, how long were you sleeping with him?!"...She drops to her knees and starts to sob.

Gibbs places his hand on her shoulder, caressing it softly..."Abby, did you find out the identity of the homeless man?"

"Nope, his prints weren't in the system and his DNA is still running."

"McGee, I want you to take him to the hospital, have him admitted, that'll get a hot meal and a warm bed to sleep in tonight. The only thing he was doing was trying to keep warm."

"On it, Boss."...McGee responded, moving to and through the door.

"When you get matches to the DNA samples, let me know."...Gibbs said, helping Commander Coleman up and out of Abby's lab.

Tony and Ziva walk up behind Abby..."What happened, Abby, I mean, all I did was take a shower and the case is already closed?"

"All you did, huh?"...Abby chuckled.

"Heh. Nothing happened."

Abby turns, looking at them..."Then why is Ziva wearing a hat inside?"

"Never heard of a bad hair day, Abs?"...Tony quipped with a crooked smile.

"Then why is it wet?"

"Again, never heard of a bad hair day?"

Abby laughs.

"Tony, stop it, it is okay to admit, we had sex and it was great, Abby and he is...quite large."...Ziva confessed..."Is there anything else you want to know?"

"Can I borrow him?"...Abby grinned.

Ziva chuckles, pulling Tony towards the door.

"Please? He knows how to shovel snow, right? I'll give him back!"