A/N: Okay, so as promised, a longer chapter. And the mission will get a little more involved in the next chapter. Please review! Oh and I realized that two chapters ago I spelled Mass Spec. as Mass Bec or something. My bad.

Disclaimer: I live to see the day when I do own NCIS.


"Dammit Ziva, I'm going to have to start wearing a helmet when you drive!" Tony shouted as his partner swerved in and out of lanes, narrowly missing other vehicles. His fingers were clenching the dashboard, refusing to let go. The whole ride, he had been yelling for his life.

Ziva, on the other hand, was quite comfortable, completely oblivious to the angry traffic around her. She tapped her hands lightly on the steering wheel as she went.

Just then, DiNozzo swore as a car zoomed by, nearly an inch away. "What is this? Do all the French drive like crazy ninjas? Can you at least take it easy on the gas pedal, Ziva?"

She sent him a devilish grin and sped even faster, running a light in the process.

"It's a wonder you aren't in jail for too many driving violations," Tony muttered. "Hey can you at least turn the radio off?"

The French music was driving him insane, as Ziva was surely driving him to his death, literally.

"I never thought I would live to see the day when Tony DiNozzo would speak those words," Ziva laughed.

He could only manage a face at her before he had grabbed the dashboard again.

Out of nowhere, Ziva took a hard right, nearly crashing with another car in the process.

Tony swore once again and muttered, "On second thought, I don't think I'll be alive to wear a helmet the next time you drive."

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"Whoa!" McGee yelled as he slammed on the brakes. Abby shrieked in the seat next to him and huddled into his shoulder.

A black, Nissan 350 Z had just ran a red light, clearly over the speed limit. Abby looked up again, and grinned at McGee.

"Fifty bucks says that was our good friend Miss David driving."

Tim laughed and started forward again. It was a wonder that she had not attracted any cops yet.

"So, let's make this trip even more interesting, Timmy," Abby stated.

He responded with raised eyebrows. "More interesting than it's already going to be?"

Abby nodded. "I'll bet forty dollars that there will be a Tiva and a Jibbs by the end of this trip."

As they hit a red light again, McGee turned to look at her. "What is a Tiva? And a Jibbs?"

Abby launched into an explanation, getting animated with her hand movements. "A Tiva means a Tony and Ziva couple. You know? Tony plus Ziva, equals Tiva! And it's the same with Jibbs, just the Jenny and Gibbs version."

McGee shook his head. "They'll kill us if they found out. Especially Gibbs..and the Director...and Ziva...and Tony.."

"Okay Timmy I get it, they'll all be mad if they find out. If being the keyword in that sentence. They won't though," Abby said, completely confident.

Sighing, Tim caved. "Fine, I'm in."

Abby squealed in excitement and whipped out her cell phone. "Ducky is always up for a good pool."

As she waited for Ducky to pick up, McGee spoke.

"So what would our couple name be?"

Abby gave him a surprised glance. "McAbby."

He laughed a little nervously. "I guess that came and went," he muttered.

Abby never heard him. She was already discussing her latest bet with her favorite doctor.

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The car ride was silent. He kept his eyes on the road, she kept her eyes on the city flying by.

Suddenly, the car had to bank a hard right to avoid a black Nissan banking a hard right in the opposite direction.

"Dammit. Whoever gave Ziva a license was a moron."

Jenny chuckled. "You're one to talk Jethro."

Gibbs took his eyes away from the road for a moment to glance at her.

"That's only on cases, when the smallest edge makes all the difference."

"You're going eighty right now."

"This is a mission, not a vacation, Jen."

She sighed. "Are you going to hold what happened years ago over me this whole trip?"

No answer. The car came to a halt at a stoplight. Jenny knew he could feel her gaze on him. She tried again.

"Are you?"

He turned and gave her an even stare before pressing the gas pedal again.

"No. I'm just not going to make the same mistakes."

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Even though the team was supposed to arrive at the hotel at different times, they somehow managed to get there simultaneously. Their cars were even parked near each other.

Tony jumped out of the Nissan a kissed the ground. "Dear God, I'm alive!"

Ziva shut her door and shook her head at him. "You are such a drama girl."

"It's queen, drama queen," he corrected automatically. His partner rolled her eyes in response.

Abby and McGee got out of their own car a few spots down as well. McGee took one look at the Nissan and handed Abby a fifty. Abby grinned.

"Hey you almost killed us when you ran a red back there!" she called. Ziva opened her mouth to reply, but a cold voice interrupted them.

"Hey, don't you all have something productive to be doing?"

Gibbs continued, as he was sure the garage was empty except for the team. "Let's go. Get moving. We aren't here to sight-see. We need to check in."

The four younger gathered their bags quickly and followed the director and Gibbs to the Lobby.

"Well, the bossman is in a good mood," Tony commented in a whisper.

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It was a grand hotel. There were four check in desks. The team followed Gibbs and Jenny to one of the desks. Jenny had received word from SecNav that the more important part of the staff was aware of the team.

"NCIS," Gibbs stated softly.

The girl behind the counter nodded in realization. "Three suites, fifth, eighth, and eleventh floors, one bedroom each. Here you go."

The team couldn't help but be surprised.

"One bedroom?" Jenny repeated.

The girl nodded. "Enjoy your stay!"

Gibbs turned to face his team and handed them the room keys. "You heard her. Go!"

As the younger agents hurried off, Gibbs set off next to Jenny and hissed, "I'm going to kill Vance when we get back."


A/N: Oooh only one bed to share? Could be potentially problematic. Or a very good thing. ;) Only one way to find out! Don't forget to review!!