To anyone watching they were a happily married couple. New to their marriage and still basking in the glow of the honeymoon period.

To those watching from a strategically positioned battered van it was a different story.

"Gibbs," Ziva's eyeballs felt as though they were going to hop out of her head any moment and run away for her mistreatment of them, she needed sleep, "could the intel have been mistaken? We have been here for almost a month now,"

It was true. Somewhere on this base, in one of these innocent looking houses, someone was selling prescription medication stolen from the United States Government. Or so an anonymous tipper had alleged.

Due attention had been paid to the report and while it had been found that boxes and orders had gone missing over a period of several months it had either been done so accidentally that no one held any criminal responsibility or the thief was very good at what they did and were hiding there steps well.

A convenient post had been found that needed filling and so civilian workers Mr and Mrs Richards were born. While Ziva was bored out of her face…brain? Mind? Whatever. She was ready to start housebreaking to find the guilty party if it got her something to do other than observe.

As it was unclear at what stage of the delivery the medication was going missing – order forms would list one number while stock takes another – Tim had been the obvious choice for the mission as she would be able to determine if computer records had been tampered with and when. She was the fastest when it came to such work and Ziva knew this.

Tony had 'found' a job with the assistance of the base commander as a night porter at the hospital while Tim was assisting with retrieving patients files after a recent systems malfunction.

Ziva watched their progress along the street and up the drive of their house.

In sync both she and Gibbs climbed from the van.

Wearing their undercover standard issue phone company boiler suits, they really did fit the part.

While sitting in a van may work for short stints of such work, sitting around in one for almost a month for no good reason just got you visits from the local head of the neighbourhood watch wanting to know why you were loitering and to move on.

To avoid this they did have a pass but still there was no reason to stretch things.

She leaned over Gibbs as he studied the clipboard of houses on the base. They had already crossed out nearly all of the homes in their mock inspection of phone lines and while some of the wives and husbands of the Navy personnel had shown the usual annoyance at having their homes invaded so unceremoniously, nothing had alerted either herself or Gibbs to a guilty person – or a user of the missing medication.

Soon they would be out of options and it would be up to Tim and Tony to track down their thief.

A slight crackle filled her ear as one of the other earwigs came on line.

"Boss?" Tony's voice filled her head.

"Anything?" Gibbs wasted no time.

"Nothing on my end. Just a lot of overworked and underpaid porters. Same old same old,"

"What about McGee?"

"She went straight to the shower. Hold on,"

Ziva froze at this. He wasn't going to barge in on Tim was he? While Ziva did not have the same streak of modesty her teammate possessed she did respect it.

"Tony!" a squeal reached them through the ear pieces.

Tony it seemed did not have the same compulsions.

"I've seen plenty of naked women, McGee,"

Ziva could just imagine that smug smirk on his face.

"Well none of them were me! Get out!"

"Boss is wanting an update," came Tony's unrepentant response.

Ziva rolled her eyes. No boundaries at all.

"Apart from dealing with an 'accidental' groper, there was nothing new. Now move!"

Ziva very rarely saw Tim angry, the other woman was a very mild-mannered individual but now…Ziva wondered if Tony would realise he had gone a bit too far with his latest stunt.

"Tim!" Tony gasped and Ziva tensed. Had something happened? "And you a married woman!"

The idiot. Ziva relaxed.

"I am about to be a widow,"

"Hey, now McGorgeous, what are you doing with-,"

"Out, out, out!"

"Tim. Don't – Ok fine,"

There was the sound of a door banging and to Ziva's surprise a snicker came from Gibbs. He was shaking with supressed laughter. She too smiled and tried to think just what Tim could have threatened Tony with to get him to move so quickly.

"Sheesh, probie has got a vicious streak to her, boss,"

"Perhaps another sexual harassment seminar is in order, Tony?" she spoke while glancing around to make sure their inactivity had not been noticed. There were no twitching curtains or staring residence. Good.

"I think you could be right, Ziva," Gibbs agreed with her.

"Boss, McGee doesn't really mind. She is just a bit touchy about some things,"

Yes. Like being walked in on when in the shower. Such a thing did not bother Ziva, after all, she made regular excursions into the men's restroom. But such a thing did bother Timothy McGee and that Tony did not respect this rankled on her.

Lesson serving pranks began to shoot through her mind. She knew that Tim would not retaliate – on the few occasions when she had seen the young woman take steps to stick up for herself in such a way things had a horrible habit of backfiring on her – so Ziva would do it for her.

All she had to do was think of the perfect-

"Ziva, get the gear,"

Gibbs' order brought he rout of her planning and she rushed to do as she was told. There was plenty of time to think of something to set Tony in his place and teach him that sometimes going too far even in jest was not acceptable.

These one-shots have developed a very bad habit of not going the direction I intended them to… As Tony has a habit of walking in on female team members in the shower (Kate) I thought this one wouldn't be so far fetched. And definitely a lot cheerier than the last chapter :(

This is actually a one-shot this time. No part 2. :)

Up next will be more Jethro the dog. :)

Take care.

:)