"Tony?" Ziva turned her attention to him. "If you need to talk. . ." Ziva offered.

"Thanks Ziva. I know you are just trying to help, but I am just glad to be back at work." Tony answered still very impassively, as he desperately tried to look focused on work. Tony tried unsuccessfully to put up his best game face. As he just tried to keep to himself, it raised a red flag. Ziva could not accept how quiet Tony was and how seriously focused he tried to be. It reminded her so much of Tony's behavior after his breakup with Jeanne.

"McGee!" Gibbs announced as he reentered the bullpen after visiting the director's office. "Go down to the garage. I need you to set up a surveillance van for a stakeout."

"On it Boss." McGee answered quickly making his exit. As McGee left, Gibbs focused back on Ziva and Tony.

"We need to monitor a small suspected terror cell's activity for the next few days." Gibbs informed them.

Tony grabbed his gear quickly, anxious to make his escape from Ziva's constant examination. His fast movement did not go without notice from either Gibbs or Ziva. Ziva and Gibbs followed Tony's hasty move to the elevator, unable to make eye-contact during the entire display.

All three of them exited quickly after the quiet, uncomfortable elevator ride down. McGee approached them as they entered the garage.

"The tech team is helping me set up the surveillance van." McGee responded as they watched the team working on the van.

"We will need to watch from the van, in case they make a move. Then we will also need eyes on the apartment room from across the street." Gibbs stated. "McGee, here is the address, when the van is ready. Ziva, you help McGee." As Gibbs instructed, Ziva and McGee prepared to walk over to the surveillance van.

"Tony, you are with me." Gibbs' words jogged Tony out of his lost, distant stare, which did not go unnoticed from the team. Tony ignored the exchange that he felt was between his team members and approached the Dodge Charger. Gibbs cut him off and got into the driver's seat, as Tony turned to the passenger side.

As Tony entered the other side of the car, he was treated with the suspicious, Gibbs' stare. Gibbs watched as Tony threw the bag in the back and buckled himself in. Still being treated with the Gibbs' stare, Tony started to shift uncomfortably in the seat. Finally letting Tony off the hook, Gibbs started the car. After nearly ten minutes of driving, Gibbs broke the silence.

"Everything all right, Tony?" Gibbs asked.

"Yep. Peachy." Tony answered quickly, as he stared out the window at nothing specific.

"What time did you get home?" Gibbs asked as he was not letting Tony ignore him.

"The wedding was over Saturday afternoon. I did stay for the reception, but then I flew home early Sunday." Tony offered more details, hoping that Gibbs the interrogator would be satisfied.

"Everything went all right at the wedding?" Gibbs asked with some force, unable to accept a quiet car with Tony.

"Yeah, everything went fine. It helped when the suspect was transported from the area." Tony answered, looking to Gibbs in concern over this interrogation.

"There were. . .the normal family disputes, but everything went fine." Tony answered. If Tony had rambled on about those family disputes, Gibbs might have rested his radar. Since Tony had still not been acting like Tony, Gibbs continued to be suspicious and concerned of Tony's behavior.