Tony walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed in a well tailored dark blue suit, with matching tie..."Get up, sleepyhead."...He called out, looking at Ziva laying on her side in bed.

Ziva groaned, looking exhausted..."Go away."...She pulled the covers over her head, trying to hide.

"Wanna have sex?"...Tony teased her.

"God no, keep that thing away from me."

"Heh."...He placed his hand on her hip..."I'll go get the little monkey up."

Ziva sighed and waited for him to leave. She tossed back the covers and slid out of bed and disappeared into her walk-in closet. Moments later, she walked out wearing brown cargo pants and a olive green shirt, she quickly jumped back into bed, covering herself.

Tony walked back into his room..."He's up...and you're not."

"I do not want to go."

"Then I'm not going."

"Okay."...Ziva replied, bringing her knees up to her chest.

Tony sat next to her on the edge of the bed, he pulled down the cover, he softly caressed her cheek with her right hand as he worked on the knock of his tie with his left..."You're the boss."

Ziva reached out, grabbing his left wrist, moving up to his tie, tightening the knot..."I have missed seeing you wear suits."

"I had no reason to wear them."

Ziva threw back the covers, she pulled on his tie, bringing him down to her, she kissed him..."Now you do."

"Mommy."...Tony and Ziva looked towards the door, Tony, Jr. stood in the doorway, his Mickey Mouse pajama bottoms missing.

"Heh. That's a good look, I need to try that."...Tony joked.

"Where are your pants, sweetie?"...Ziva asked, sliding out of bed, making her way to him.

He looked down, he just stood there.

"Lost your pants, huh? Happens to the best of us, buddy."...Tony smiled, he walked over, picking him up and walking through the door..."Don't worry about it, we'll find them."

"Just the one test today, right?"...Ziva asked.

"Yeah."...Tony replied..."Piece of cake."

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"Hold on tight to that, that's Daddy's new badge."...Tony offered his son his badge to hold as he held his son tightly in the elevator. Ziva stood next to them, smiling at their interaction.

"Where are we?"...The younger Tony wondered.

"Mommy and Daddy work here, buddy."

The elevator door opened, Tony stepped out, looking around the squad-room. Ziva rubbed up and down his back..."You have missed it, yes?"

"Naw. Well, maybe a little."

"DiNozzo."...Gibbs called out, he started down the stairs, meeting them at the bullpen, holding out a file..."Wanna trade?"

Gibbs takes Tony, Jr. from Tony and hands him the file..."How would you like to spend the day with me and Abby?"

"Abby?"

"Yup."...Gibbs nodded, making Jr. smile.

"You do not have to do that, Gibbs."...Ziva stated.

"We want, too."...Gibbs replied..."So, do you like boats, kiddo?"

"Heh."...Tony grinned, looking up from the open file..."You need a new hobby, Boss."

"Connie!"...Junior exclaimed, seeing Constance walking towards them in her blue scrubs.

"Hey, Stinky."...Constance smiled.

Gibbs looked at Constance..."Thought you didn't like that?"

"Only Two gets to call me Connie, Papi."...Constance smirked.

"Special Agent Daniel Keating?"...Tony asked, looking at the file.

"He's like McGee, MIT grad, brilliant, but quirky."...Gibbs informed.

"He doesn't drive, Dad."...Constance added.

"What?"...Tony looked at Constance, then at Gibbs..."Like, he takes the bus?"

"No, he doesn't drive at all, DiNozzo."

Tony turned, looking at Keating as he sat at McGee's old desk..."Ah, like Andy from the 40-year-old Virgin...wait, is he a virgin? Never mind, who was other agent on the team?"

"Cassie Yates, but she went back to the Pentagon team."

"Where's, McGoo?"

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McGee sat in the office of Lyndi Crawshaw, the editor of his books. She walked through the door, tossing her coat on the chair..."Todd, hold my calls, I'm not here."...She moved behind her desk, flopping down. She looked at McGee, opening a bottle of water, taking a swig..."How'd you like to make 10 million dollars?"

McGee cocked his head..."Excuse me?!"

"A very famous director wants to buy the rights to make movies based on your books, Timothy, but there's a catch..."...She looked up, McGee had fainted..."Todd, bring in some smelling salts and get me a crab salad, lite on the mayonnaise and extra croutons, the garlic kind."

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Tony sat behind Gibbs' desk..."So, Keating."

"Yes, Sir?"...He looked at Tony.

"Don't call me, Sir."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I mean."

"Stop."

"Right, Sir."

Tony closed his eyes for an instant and shook his head..."So, are you the new hacker?"

"Hacking is illegal, Sir."

"Oh...kay."...Tony leaned back, putting his hands behind his head..."Anything else I should know about you, Keating, other than you don't drive?"

"Sir?"

"Call me boss."

"Right, Boss...umm, I don't eat things that start with a Q."

Tony squinted at Keating..."Hmm, okay, lets see: quails, quiches, quinces...Quaker Oats?"...Tony's phone started to ring..."Hold that thought for a second, Agent Keating."...Tony answered the phone..."Heh. Hey, Abs...Yeah, he's with Gibbs...Abby? Hello? Abby?"...Ziva looked at Tony, he shrugged his shoulders..."She hung up."

Abby rushed off the elevator..."Hi, Tony, Ziva."...She said, moving towards Gibbs' office..."Bye, Tony, Ziva."

Tony and Ziva just looked at each other..."Heh. I think that was Abby."

Keating's phone rang, he quickly answered it..."Sir...I mean, Boss, there's a dead Marine."

Tony turned towards Keating..."Where?"

"The Four Seasons Hotel."

"Gear up...Keating, call Ducky and then get a hold of McGee, tell him to meet us there."

"Right."...Keating lifted his phone and started to dial.

Tony stood, retrieving his firearm from his desk. He grabbed his bag and turned, surveying the bullpen, looking for someone to toss the truck keys to..."Uh, I guess I'll get the truck."

"Ziva."...Gibbs spoke up, standing at the balcony..."A word and DiNozzo, her paperwork isn't completed, she won't be involved in this investigation."

"Paperwork, Boss?"...Tony questioned.

Keating walked past Tony, heading for the elevator.

"Mix up with Mossad, should have it fixed by the end of the day."

"Oh."...Tony looked at Ziva.

Ziva stepped towards him, giving him kiss..."Be safe, my love."

"Always."...Tony smiled, he ran towards the elevator.

Ziva made her way up the stairs as Abby slowly guided Jr. towards the elevator..."You like Caf-Pow, right?"

Ziva scoffed..."Don't you dare, Abby."

Abby grinned..."Kidding, we're having milk and cookies!"...She exclaimed..."Double chocolate chip. Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!"

A smiling Ziva watched until the door of the elevator closed.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Ziva swung her head towards Gibbs..."In regards to what, Gibbs?"

"I think you know, Ziva."

Ziva lowered her head.

"How can an ex-Mossad assassin fail their firearm proficiency exam?"