Later that day...

McGee walked off the elevator, carrying two large sacks, "I had to stand in line for 20 minutes for these burgers." He groaned, setting the sacks down on Tony's desk.

Tony dug into the sack, pulling out a huge tin-foiled wrapped sandwich, tossing it to Mcgee, "Believe me, they're worth it. Five Guys makes the best burgers in DC."

McGee took his sandwich to his desk, sitting down.

"Ziva." Tony called out, she looked up catching a burger, "Don't look at it, McGee, eat that beast."

Ziva giggled, Tony and McGee looked at her, "What's so funny, Ziva?" McGee wondered.

"Oh, nothing, just thinking about slaying the beast." She laughed, unwrapping her sandwich, taking a huge bite.

"Huh?"

"Never mind, McGee." Tony quickly spoke.

McGee removed the wrapper, taking a bite, "Wow."

"I told ya, McGee." Tony said between bites, "It's like crack with cheese."

Ziva's phone started to ring, she laid her burger down, picking up her phone, "David."

"Agent DiNozzo." Vance called out, standing on the balcony.

Tony turned around, munching on his burger, he swallowed hard, "Director."

"Dead Marine in Norfolk."

Tony took another huge bite of his sandwich before tossing the rest in the trash, "Gear up!"

McGee stood up, grabbing his backpack, moving towards the elevator. Tony stopped in front of Ziva's desk, "What's up?" He asked, she was still on the phone.

"Abby needs my help with something."

"Oh, ok...well, stay here and help her, McGee and I can handle this." Tony reached into his pocket, pulling out his car keys, "Take my car."

"You do not want me to come out afterwards?"

"Naw, we'll be on the road for like 4-5 hours, if we find anything, we'll call in the details."

Ziva took the car keys from Tony, "Are you sure?"

Tony nodded as she reached out, wiping some cheese from the corner of his mouth, she looked back at McGee, his eyes watching above the elevator, following it's progress, she turned her head back to Tony, sucking the cheese from her finger, "I never wanted to be cheese so much in my life." He proclaimed with a grin. He stepped away from her desk, moving towards McGee. He stopped next to him, raising his hand, slapping him on the back of the head.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"You went shopping with Abby and Ziva? Honestly?"

McGee sighed, "Worst six hours of my life."

"I'd slap you again, but I think you've been through enough punishment."

Ziva walked through the doorway into the forensic lab, the door slammed shut, locking. She spun around and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge, "Abby? What's going on?"

Abby walked through the sliding door from her office, Ziva spun around, "Okay, what happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the wedding, what happened? What went wrong?"

"It was just not a very enjoyable wedding, it is a long story and I do not want to talk about it."

"Come on, Ziva, I helped you pick out your dress, shoes, sexy underwear, everything. Woman to woman, what went wrong?"

"Nothing went wrong."

"So, you're saying, you and Tony DID sleep together?"

Ziva was taken back by her question, "Why, why do you ask...care?"

"Why do I care about anything? I'm Abby, that's who I am, I'm the captain of caring!"

"Fine, no, we did not."

"Oh, come on, I've seen you in that dress, I'd do you."

Ziva squinted hard at Abby. She laughed nervously, "What?"

"Well, I would've in my early 20's, but probably not now, unless I was kinda drunk or bored, but never mind that, I'm just saying, sexy is as sexy does and you were rolling in the sexy, Ziva!"

Ziva couldn't help but laugh and blush a little, "I do not know what to tell you, Abby."

Abby crossed her arms, "You're going to make me use visual evidence, aren't you?"

"Visual evidence? Of what?"

Abby moved over to her computer, clicking on her keyboard, "Why are you sucking whatever was on Tony's face?" The surveillance video of Ziva sucking cheese from her finger was playing on Abby's monitor.

"Uh, I like extra cheese?" Ziva uttered, not knowing what to say.

"Cheese? You sucked cheese from his face? O-M-F-G! You two are totally doing it!"

"What? Absolutely not."

"You don't suck cheese off a guy's face unless you've seen him naked, everyone knows that."

"Maybe I really like cheese?"

"No one likes cheese that much, not even macaroni."

"Abby, stop. Open the door, I am leaving and I do not appreciate being questioned like this."

"Come on, Ziva, I told you about me and McGee."

"I did not ask, you just told me."

"Yeah, but you're the only other girl and sometimes we need to rant and rave about boys and sex and whatever else is bugging us."

"I'm sorry, Abby, but me and Tony's sexual relationship is none of your business."

"Sexual relationship?" Abby grinned.

"If." Ziva quickly said, "If we had one, Abby, but we do not."

Abby rapidly shook her head no, "Ohhhhh no, you said it! You said it! You can't take it back, Ziva. You can't take it back!"

Ziva lowered her head, smacking her palm to the top of it, "Harah." She whispered.

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew! McGee totally owes me 40 bucks! Well, 20, after I payback the 20 bucks I borrowed from Tony."

Ziva grabbed Abby's shoulders, "You were betting on if Tony and I had sex?"

Abby dove into Ziva chest, hugging her, she started to cry.

"Abby, why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, I love you guys and you're so cute together and it's about damn time, honestly." Abby started to cry harder, "I'm just so happy."

"Shhh." Ziva softly rubbed at Abby's back, "It's okay."

"Ziva?"

"Yeah?"

Abby stepped back, wiping at her eyes, "It was great, wasn't it?"

Ziva laughed, finally giving in to Abby, "Better."

"What's better than great?" Abby asked.

Ziva smiled, "Tony."

Abby hugged her again, "Better sex than great?" She sniffled, letting out a small laugh, "I kinda hate you right now."

A uniformed policeman stood next to the door of an apartment, Tony lifted his badge showing him his badge, "DiNozzo and McGee, NCIS, who's in charge?"

"Detective Huttle." The officer stepped aside, a man was standing over body of a naked caucasian male, he was laying on stomach in a large, circular pool of blood.

"Snap some photos, McGee and where's Ducky?"

"I'm right here." Ducky answered, he and Palmer walked into the apartment, he waved his hand in front of his face, "Just from the smell, he's been dead at least two days, Anthony."

Tony walked up to the detective, "DiNozzo, NCIS, what you got?"

"Private Eugene Poole, his ID was on his bedroom dresser, the super found him this morning when several tenants complained about him playing music loud and at all hours of the night."

"What music?"

"I turned it off."

"What was playing?"

"Mack the knife, on a loop."

Tony turned, looking at Ducky kneeling, "Please tell me he wasn't killed by a knife."

"Mr. Palmer, help me turn him over." They flipped the man over, the man was gutted, his intestines were piled up on the carpet, a putrid stench escaped from under the body, making McGee gag as he took a photo of a blood soaked watch on the man's left wrist, "It was definitely done with something serrated, most likely a knife." Ducky extracted the probe from the man's liver, "T.O.D. is 48-72 hours ago, Anthony."

"Any other crimes fitting this description?" Tony asked the detective.

"What, you mean gutted? Not that I'm aware of." The detective stated, "And just because a song about a knife was on, doesn't mean this is a serial killer or something."

"What, you're never seen, 'Sea of Love?' We look at everything."

"That's a movie, though."

"Everything means everything, Detective. Ducky..."

"We'll get him back and I'll let you know my findings once I've completed a full autopsy. The gurney, Mr. Palmer."

"Right away, Doctor." Palmer said, leaving the apartment.

"Special Agent DiNozzo?" A man spoke. Tony turned around, a tall, thin black man was wearing a NCIS hat and jacket, "I'm Agent Grimes, Norfolk, I called it in."

"And?"

"Director Vance ordered me to stick like glue to you, Sir."

"McGee, you have a new probie!"

McGee spun around from taking photos, "What?"

"Take him and talk to Poole's squad mates."

"On it, Boss," McGee replied, moving towards the door, Tony grabbed the camera from McGee as he and Grimes left the apartment.

Tony clicked through the photos on the camera, he stopped on the photo of the watch, bringing the camera closer, examining the photo closely, realizing it was a Rolex, "That's definitely interesting." He declared.

Ziva sat on the bathroom sink in front of Tony slowly lathering up his face with shaving cream, "The watch?"

"The closest authorized Rolex dealer opens at 10."

"What did Abby say?"

"Not much, I went into her lab and she just hugged me and wouldn't let go."

"She knows about you and me." Ziva clinched her teeth, expecting the worst.

"That's cool."

"You, you are not mad?"

"Uh, nope. Why would I be?"

"But you said the wedding was awful."

"And it was, but what does the wedding have to do with us?" He smiled.

Ziva smiled back, kissing him, getting shaving cream all over her face.

"Heh. When did you start shaving?" Ziva lifted a straight razor, taking a hold of Tony's neck, raising it slightly "Uh, that's not dangerous or anything."

Ziva kissed him again, "Do you trust me?"

Tony nodded as she slowly ran the sharp blade up his neck, over his chin, stopping just under his lower lip. She reached down, wiping the blade off on a towel. She carefully finished shaving him and splashed some water on his face, rubbing her hands over freshly shaved skin, "All done." She whispered.

Tony leaned forward, kissing her, "Who knew shaving could be foreplay." He smirked.

The phone started to ring as Ziva pulled Tony closer, "If you answer that, I will kill you."

"Junior!" Tony's father yelled over the answering machine, making Tony turn his head, "I know you're in there."

Ziva sighed, "Answer it or he will never stop bothering you."

Tony pulled away, moving into his bedroom, picking up a phone, "Why are you calling me?"

"Is Ziva there?"

"Why?"

"You broke up? Good! I told you, baby. Do you want to go or not? Great, it's him or Vincenzo. Yes, she's not there, I told you. I know you hate her."

"Broke up?" There was a knock at the front door, "Wait a minute, someone's at the door." Tony grabbed a pair of pants, putting them on and then walked to the front door, he looked through the peep hole, but didn't see anything.

"We'll be back in two or three weeks, Junior."

There was another knock on the door, "Back from where?" Tony looked through the peep hole again, still there was nothing, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Four tops." The line disconnected.

"Hello? Hello? Dad? Are you there?"

Yet another knock came and went.

Tony opened the door, Sarah leaped forward hugging his legs, "I'll be a son of a..."

Author Note #1 - Cote de Pablo can lick whatever she wants off me. That's if it's okay with my wife.

Author Note #2 - Anyone know where I can buy some sleep?