Abby, McGee, Ducky, Keating and Constance were all standing around the squad room.

Tony popped out of the Director's office, he quickly made his way down the stairs..."Good, we're all here."

"What's up, Tony?"...Abby asked.

Tony stopped in front of McGee's desk..."I'm sorry."

"Dad?"...Constance curiously asked, taking a step towards him.

"I'm not Gibbs and sometimes I try to hard to be like him."

"We're used to that, Tony."...McGee spoke up.

"Yeah, maybe."...Tony moved to his desk..."It's time for a fresh start, we're a team, all of us."

"You're the leader of our team, Anthony."...Ducky stepped forward.

"And I'm gonna start acting like it."...Tony proclaimed..."Campfire!"

"Campfire?"...Keating looked on with a confused look on his face.

"Grab your chair, pull up to the bosses' desk, Keating."...McGee waved him over.

Tony looked up, his team sitting around his desk in a large arc..."Before anyone asks if the scuttlebutt going around is true or not, the answer is yes, I punched Leon Vance in the face and yes, it felt good."...His comment brought smiles upon all their face, except Keating, who just sat there, stoic as can be..."Ducky."...Tony called out, turning towards him.

Ducky cleared his throat..."Yes."

"How are you feeling? Your hands?"

Ducky lifted his hands and said with a smile..."I'm fine, Anthony and I bring word from Dr. Hampton, she wishes to thank you all for your warm hospitality yesterday.."

"And be sure to thank her for coming on such sort notice, Duck...but, what about performing autopsies?"...Tony asked..."Can you grip a scalpel?"

Ducky flexed opened his hands several times..."I'm perfectly fine, but, I'm sure our dear Ms. DiNozzo could surely use some practice now, hmm."...He looked at Constance, she nodded back at him..."Good."

Tony turned to Constance..."Okay, tell us all about McGee's house."

Constance smiled..."Their TV is massive! We SO need a new TV! Theirs is like 4 of ours put together and even cooler, his house talks! It literally talks to you, imagine HAL, but with a English accent."...She laughed..."What is with the English accent and stuff like that and why are Roman's always portrayed with English accents?"...She shrugged her shoulder... "Oh well...oh yeah, you should hear what the house calls Tim, Dad."

"No, no, no, no."...McGee interrupted her..."He doesn't need to know that, Constance."

"Your house talks to you, McGee?"

"Oh yeah, Tony!"...Abby exclaimed..."It can do a lot of things, its all run on voice commands, it's the house of tomorrow!"

"It better be for that much money."...Tony stated... "Oh, before I forget, what does the house call him again, pumpkin?"...He asked, being nosey.

Constance looked at McGee, then to her father..."Master."...Constance giggled.

"Master?"...Tony repeated..."Of what exactly? McBating? Heh."

Abby laughed.

"Abby."...McGee sighed.

"What? I thought it was funny."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to laugh at it."...McGee softly groaned, embarrassed.

"McGee, she wants a baby."

Abby scoffed..."Tony!"

McGee smiled..."Really?"

"You're welcome."...Tony smiled at Abby and she smiled back..."Keating, you're taking driving lessons and don't give grunt, groan, moan, sigh or scoff, you're doing it."

Keating nodded..."Got it, Boss."

"Any other problems before we begin the day?"...Tony asked.

"Agent Duh-note-so, a word when you're done."...Director Fornell called down from the balcony.

"It's DiNozzo."...Constance said, standing up.

"What was that?"...Fornell asked.

"Our name is DiNozzo, not Duh-note-so, not Da-nut-so, DiNozzo, if you aren't going to say our name correctly, don't say it all."...Constance said, looking up at Fornell.

"Constance..."...Tony started to speak.

"No, Dad, that isn't our name."

Fornell looked down at her and let out a small laugh..."I'll work on it, Ms. DiNozzo."

Constance smiled back at him..."That's all I ask."...She sat back down, she turned back, looking at her father, he was staring at her..."What?"

"I don't know if I should scold you or hug you."...Tony tried not to smile..."Anyway, back to the Kenneth case...the emails, McGee."

"Who's got the clicker?"...McGee asked. Keating rolled back in his chair, grabbing it from his desk, tossing it to McGee. McGee pressed the button, a long list of name popped up on the plasma..."Almost every one of the emails had CP plus a number, for example, this one has CP 5."...McGee zoomed in on it..."He ordered 5 Chia Pets from Sgt. Kenneth."

"Is there an address, McGee?"

"No."...McGee zoomed in on another set of numbers..."But there was one email with the letters BA and 2,500 next to it, plus the numbers 3263453453."

"This better not be a bad 'The A-Team' joke, McMurdoch."

"It's a 10-digit number, Boss...a possibly offshore banking account?"...McGee rose from his chair, moving back to his computer, he started to type..."I wrote a program that would track anything with that set of a numbers...."

"And?"

"I got a hit, Boss."...McGee smirked..."The account was closed yesterday afternoon at 3:43 p.m. 250,000 dollars in cash."

"Uh, Tim, isn't that bad?"...Constance asked.

"The account in question was registered to a Ronald J. Kenneth."

Tony stood up, looking at the plasma..."Now that is interesting...please tell me we have security footage of this."

"Sorry, Boss...I was lucky to get this."

"Where is this offshore bank, McGee?"

"The Cayman Islands."

"Heh."...Tony reached for his phone and started to dial.

"Who you calling, Dad?"...Constance wondered out loud.

Tony pressed the phone against his ear..."Hey, Pop...I need a favor."

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Tony stood in front of Director Fornell's desk..."I just wanted to tell you that Director Vance won't be pressing any charges, but some advice...stay away from the man."

"It that all?"...Tony replied, taking a step towards the door.

"That daughter of yours, she's got a pair on her, doesn't she?"

Tony turned back..."Excuse me?"

"Balls, Tony. Balls."

"Oh."...Tony moved back to the door, opening it up..."She's a DiNozzo, it's tradition."...He smirked, closing the door behind him.

"The footage is just coming in, Boss."...Keating said, typing at his computer.

"Put it on the plasma."...Tony said, making his way down the stairs..."Thanks for being paranoid about your money, Pop."

Keating clicked a key, the footage started to play of a security camera on the front of bank, the time stamp read..."3:40p.m."

The watched the footage for several minutes, when the screen freezed. Tony looked at Keating who was pointing at the screen..."What, Keating?"

"That's the man who stole the van, Boss."

Tony quickly looked back at the plasma, seeing a bald, Caucasian male in his 40's..."Are you sure, Keating?"

"Positive."

"Get me autopsy on the plasma."...Tony ordered, autopsy popped up on the plasma..."Constance?"

Constance turned around from an autopsy table..."Need something, Dad?"...Constance replied, stepping towards the plasma.

"Put the photo on screen, Keating."...The photo of the man popped up on the screen..."Is that the man you scratched, Constance?"

"Absolutely, 100 percent."...Constance nodded.

"That's definitely him, Tony."...Ducky added, as they both looked at the photo of the man on the plasma.

Tony turned to Keating..."Find me every person who travelled from Washington, D.C. area to the Cayman Islands yesterday that arrived before 3:30 p.m."

Keating lowered his head and started to type..."And make sure you check for private flights, FBI, NSA, the whole alphabet."...Tony added.

"Uh, three, a white female, Rebecca Lazlow, 43, a black male, Marcus Bakes, 32 and a...."...Tony moved behind Keating, looking at his monitor, then up at the plasma..."David Webb, 41."

Tony looked at the plasma, squinting, then at the monitor..."David Webb?"

"Yeah, Boss, do you know that name?"

"No, it can't be, they wouldn't do that."...Tony shook his head.

"I'm not following you..."...Keating started to speak.

"Tim."...Tony called out as McGee walked back into the squad room..."I need you to look up David Webb in the CIA."

"You want me to hack the CIA?"

"You've done it before, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then do it again."...Tony patted him on the back, pushing him towards his desk.

"Who's David Webb?"...McGee raised his hands up, looking perplexed.

"Jason Bourne."...Tony quickly replied.

"I think he's back in Washington, D.C., Boss."...Keating spoke up, looking at his monitor..."David Webb was scheduled on a flight back to Reagan International that landed 75 minutes, Boss."

"What was Kenneth's job on base, Keating?"

"He was the supply officer, Boss."

"Search his work history again and look for 2,500 specifically and has the letters BA attached."

Keating started to type..."The only thing that Sgt. Kenneth and 2,500 have in common is a shipment to San Diego."

"What was the shipment of?"

"But it arrived at NAB Coronado, there's a received confirmation."...Keating pointed towards the screen.

"I don't care what it says, look it up again."

Keating started typing again..."Uh, Boss."

"What?"

"I don't think we looked at this before."

Tony stepped over to Keating..."Looked at what?"

"This from sent though the armory, not supply, I don't think I checked that."...Keating gritted his teeth hard.

Tony closed his eyes and calmly spoke..."What's in the armory shipment, Keating?"

"2,500 pieces of..."

"Of what, Keating?"

Keating rubbed sweat away from his forehead..."I really messed..."

Tony opened his eyes and yelled..."I really don't give a shit if you messed up right now of not...what was in the shipment?!"

"Body armor, Boss."

"Got the address, Tony!"...McGee shouted..."1989 Michigan Avenue."

"You hacked it that fast, McGee?!"

"Didn't have to, a David Webb just moved in two weeks ago."

"Gear up!"...Tony yelled.

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Tony, McGee and Keating, all wearing bulletproof vests, stood at the front door of location..."Federal agents!"...Tony yelled, he quickly kicked at the front door, smashing in it. They entered the house, only to stop almost instantly, finding the bald man dead, saying face down in a pool of his own blood, a bullet hole in the the back of his head..."FUCK!"