Constance stepped off the elevator, walking through the sliding door into the autopsy..."Gave the blood and skin tissues to Abby, Dad."

Tony was laying on the farthest table from the door, his head resting on a roll of paper towels..."Did you call, Ziva?"

"No...why would I?"...Constance made her way over to her father..."I know you're worried and all, but I'm fine and Ducky is going to be fine, I called Dr. Hampton, she's going to get Ducky situated and she'll be right over to take over for him and don't worry about Agent Jardine, it's just a broken arm, she'll be back in a couple weeks."

"Metro found the van."

"See, it's not all bad news."...Constance smiled.

"It was torched."

Constance gritted her teeth..."Well..."

Tony swung his feet over the edge of the table, sitting up, he patted the table.

Constance sat down and started to swing her legs..."You're too hard on yourself, Dad."

Tony placed his hand over Constance hand as it rested on her knee, making her stop swinging her legs..."You're cold."

"I work in a giant refrigerator, Dad."...Constance laughed.

Tony turned his head, kissing her on the temple..."Thanks."...He hopped off the table.

"Call, Mom, she can always get you to smile."

Tony nodded as he walked towards the elevator.

"And Abby wanted me to remind you, she REALLY needs to see you!"...Constance called out..."The Director, too!"

Tony lifted his cell phone to his ear as he waited for the elevator, he rang once...then again..."Shalom, my hairy little butt."...Ziva voice spoke through the phone, making Tony smile..."I love the roses."

Tony leaned his forehead against the elevator, not saying a word.

"What's wrong, Tony?"...Ziva questioned.

"Nothing...I just wanted to hear your voice."...He could hear his son calling to Ziva about watching cartoons with him..."Heh."

"Just a minute, sweetie."

"Ziva?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

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Tony walked into Abby's lab, she was standing at her workstation..."Abby?"

Abby turned, giving Tony a hug..."Poor, Ducky...and Jardine, too."

"You needed something?"

"Yeah, I do, but first, I've started running the blood and I've been going through Kenneth's blackberry, it's pretty much...well, toast, but I did retrieve this list, but it's encyrpted and I don't think I can break it, I think I need a little help...or should I say, he needs a little help."

"Abs?"

"I need you to talk to McGee, he's feeling really down right now, I mean...he's..."

"How could he be feeling down, he's a best selling author, he got paid 10 million bucks to turn his book into a movie, he's on easy street."

"Will you talk to him, for me?"

"I'm kind of busy right now, Abs."

"It won't take long, 5 minutes, that's all I ask. Please?"...Abby pleaded.

Tony sighed..."Okay, I'll give him a call later today."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, he's in the ballistics lab."...Abby pointed.

Tony took a step back, seeing McGee's feet as he was laying on a futon, he shook his head and made his way back towards him..."McGee!"

McGee sat up, the futon tipped over, he flopped on the floor like a fish for a moment, before quickly making his way to his feet.

"Man, you look like shit...what happened to you? You didn't bet it all on black, did ya?"

McGee groaned, rubbing over his face with his hands. He moved over to a chair, sitting down..."What did Abby tell you?"

"Nothing, but she's worried about you, so...what's up?"

"You want the short or long version?"

"Lets go with the short."

McGee sighed..."I'm broke."

Tony cocked his head looking bewildered, he backed up to a wall, leaning back against it as he crossed his arms..."Okay, lets hear the long."

Ten minutes later...

"Okay, let me get this straight, you spent 10 million dollars in 5 months?"

"It was more like 6.9 million, but yeah."...McGee answered.

"How?!"

"I told you, I bought this computerized house for like 4."

"My house cost about 400 grand, McGee, it's a little steep, but..."

"Million, 4 million, Tony."

"W-wha?"...Tony uttered in shock..."4 MILLION for a house? One house? Is it made out of gold and diamonds?!"

McGee sighed, covering his face in shame.

"Okay, okay, but that still leave like 3 million, where'd it go?"

"Well, I went a little wild, bought houses for my parents, my sister, my grandma, bought about 5 cars for friends and family, started my very own video game company, set aside some for our wedding, an engagement ring, this black wedding cake that cost me 75 grand..."...McGee rambled.

"You're getting married? Wait, a cake cost 75 grand? Cake?!"

Abby appeared at the doorway of the ballistics lab..."McGee? Tony?"

Tony turned his head, he smiled..."Congratulations."

Abby scoffed..."You told him, McGee?!"

McGee lowered his head..."I just wish things could go back to how they used to be, ya know?"

"You want a job, Tim?"...Tony asked.

McGee looked up..."Job?"

"You know, it's been less than a year since you retired, you're still certified and I'm in need of a senior field agent, so...whatya say, Special Agent McGee...version 2.0?"...Tony smirked.

"He'll take it!"...Abby shouted, hugging Tony.

"Ouch!"...Tony looked down, seeing Abby's engagement ring..."Whoa, how much did that cost...never mind, I don't think I can count that high. Heh."

Abby laughed, pulling away from Tony, jumping over to McGee, hugging him tightly..."Very Special Agent McGee is back!"

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Tony stood in front of Director Fornell's desk, setting a folder on his desk..."Re-instatement paper for Timothy McGee."

"I'll look at them when I have time, but for now, I'm in the middle of reading your report and lets see...you lost a dead body and a van, your ME gets hurt, you lose two agents, one to injury, one to transfer...anything else you'd like to screw up today, Agent Duh-note-so?"

"Hey, look on the bright side, Ducky needed a couple days off, Jardine can visit her brother more and we've needed a new medical examiners van for awhile now."...Tony smirked.

"You're a smartass, you know that, right?"

"From birth, then trained by the best to be a expert in the field, Director."

"Cut the shit, Tony."

"Then tell me who the hell this guy, Tobias?!

Fornell removed his glasses, rubbing at his brow..."The request came from the SecNav's office...that's all I know."

"You're telling me, our own Navy did this?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what the hell is going on?! You have to know more, what is it...SecNav get caught in a donkey show in Rota, Spain or something?!"

"This isn't a joke!"

"Well, no shit, but it feels like someone is fuckin' NCIS in the ass!"

"Just do your job!"

"Do I get McGee back?!"

"Yeah!"

"Good! We have the guys DNA, if it matches anyone...their ass is mine!"...Tony slammed his fist into Fornell's desk and hurried out the door, slamming it behind him.