The elevator dinged, Tony stepped off holding his cell phone to his ear..."Yeah, put it on my account...on the card? How about, 'Hugs and kisses on all your pink parts?'...Heh...yeah, yeah, I know, you can't put that on the card, 'I love you' will be fine...thanks."...Tony snapped his phone closed.

"Boss!"...Keating shouted, shooting up from his desk, holding out his hand, at the end of his fingers was a post it note.

"I'm in a great mood, Keating, I had a great weekend and my wife woke me up in the most wonderful of ways this morning, don't do it, don't kill my happiness."

"A Detective Andy Kochifis called."

Tony stopped..."I haven't heard that name in ages, what did he want?"

"Sergeant Kenneth was killed in a hit and run this morning."

"Where?!"

"About quarter mile from the base, he's holding the body for us."

Tony looked around the bullpen..."Where's Lee? Jardine?"

"Already enroute, Boss."

"Why didn't you call me, Keating?!"

"I did, I tried."

"Of course."...Tony rubbed his brow..."I was on the phone...grab your gear."

"Right."...Keating quickly grabbed his bag and followed Tony to the elevator.

"Oh, call..."

"Already did, Boss."

"You might actually be a good agent, Keating."...Tony stated.

"Thanks, Boss."...Keating smiled.

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Tony held up his badge as an uniformed Metro police officer held up the police line, he drove under it, bringing the car to a stop next to the NCIS medical examiner van, getting out of the car.

A bloody and broken Sgt. Kenneth laid in the middle of the street, Ducky was knelt next to the body..."DiNozzo."

Tony turned his head, seeing a black man in a suit, he smiled..."Detective Kochifis, as I live and breath, what's it been, 8 years?"

"Around that, since that crazy lady blew herself up at that German bomb factory."

"Oh yeah, the fake amnesia chick and the tawdry bust of JFK...remember that Ducky?"

"Unfortunately."...Ducky groaned..."Both of his legs were broken below the knees."

"He was hit by a car, Dad."...Constance said, holding Ducky's bag, a camera held around her neck, she held out a memory card to her father, he took it from her.

"Quite right and violently, I might add...he has, what looks to be shards of a glass in his face, arms."

"After he got him, he did a header into the windshield, Ducky?"...Tony question.

Ducky nodded, taking the bag from Constance, he opened it up, sliding a probe into the man's liver.

"No need for that, he died at 7:23 a.m."...Detective Kochifis spoke, pointing across the street at an ATM machine... "We already gave the footage to your Agent Lee."

Tony looked at his watch, it read, 8:17 a.m...."I knew I liked you for a reason. Heh."...He grinned.

"Hey, if you got this, I really need to be going, I have about 10 cases on my desk."...Detective Kochifis stated.

"Yeah, thanks...good seeing you."

"You, too, DiNozzo."...Kochifis nodded as he walked away.

"Keating, stay here, help them if they need it."...Tony ordered.

"Right, Boss."...Keating replied.

Jardine and Lee stood at the back of the NCIS truck looking at a laptop..."Sending the footage now, Abby."...Lee said, clicking a key.

Abby was shown on the laptop's monitor..."Got it."...She started typing, her computer started to beep.

"What ya got, Abs?"...Tony asked.

"How Gibbs of you, Tony."...Abby grinned.

"Heh. I do what I can."

"License plate came back stolen."

"Of course, what else is new."...Tony shrugged it off, as if it was the norm..."Anything else?"

"Kenneth's cell phone hasn't been used since last Friday, he hasn't made a deposit or withdraw either, so that's a dead end, too...and, umm..."

"What, Abs?"

"I really, really, really need to talk to you about something."...Abby pleaded.

"Sure, what is it, Abby?"

"Not here, it's private, Tony."

"Okay, we'll talk when we get back."

"Now you see me..."...Abby smiled, waving..."Now you don't!"...The monitor goes blank.

"Heh."...Tony shook his head..."What else did you find?"...He looked at Lee and Jardine.

"The only thing he had on him was a wallet, identification, 37 bucks and his Blackberry, but it looks like his Blackberry was damaged when he was struck."...Jardine spoke up.

"Take it back to Abby, along with this."...Tony handed the memory card he got from Constance to Jardine..."Maybe she can get something out of them."...His cell phone started to ring, he quickly answered it..."DiNozzo...where...okay, be right there."

"Something wrong, Agent DiNozzo?"...Lee asked.

"They found the car, it was torched. You're with me. Jardine, wait for Keating and we'll meet you back at HQ."

Jardine nodded, walking towards Keating. Tony and Lee moved to the car, getting inside, they drove off.

"I thought you should know, I put in for a transfer."...Lee announced.

Tony slammed on the brakes, looking over at Lee..."What?"

"You and I both know, I'm not made out to be a field agent, I'm a lawyer and that's what I should be."

"Is that really what you wanna do? Move back to our legal department?"

"Yeah, but I thought I'd made a fresh start...San Diego."

"Palmer, huh?"

"W-what?"...Lee uttered.

"Heh."...Tony lifted his foot from the break, easing down on the gas..."Good luck."

"What, you're not gonna try and talk me out of it?"

"Nope."...Tony's cell phone started to ring..."Everyone deserves to be happy."...He flipped his cell open, lifting it to his ear..."Slow down, Constance, what happened?"

Tony did a quick 180 and made his way back to the crime scene. Constance was knelt next to Jardine, who was on the ground, holding her left arm. Tony jumped out, moving over to Constance..."What happened?!"

"Some man stole the medical van and the body!"...Constance loudly answered.

"What?!"...Tony looked around, seeing Keating helping Ducky to a park bench..."Ducky?!"

"I'm fine, Constance pushed me out of the way."...Ducky replied, grimacing, the palms of his hands bloody..."Just a few scratches."

"He grabbed us, I broke away, he yanked at her arm, I think it's broken and tossed her into the van, but she jumped out the back."...Constance rambled, looking closely at Jardine's arm..."She needs to get to a hospital."

"Are you okay?"...A very concerned Tony asked, seeing blood on Constance's hands.

"Yeah, it's not my blood."

"Constance."...Tony squatted down, cupping Constance face with his hands..."Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, Dad."...Constance calmly spoke, lifting up her right hand, blood was under her fingernails..."It's his."