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Chain of Events
Chapter Two

"Tony, Ziva, you have got to check your email," McGee exclaimed, rushing towards them as they stepped off the elevator, still not believing what he had read earlier.

"What's up now, Probalicious?" Tony asked, as he made his way into the squad room.

"You seem… overly reeled-up, McGee," Ziva stated.

"That's wound-up, Ziva," McGee corrected.

Tony and Ziva rushed around their desks, sat down and pulled up their email accounts.

"Oh, wow…" Tony said, looking at his monitor.

You are invited to the residence of L.J. Gibbs for an evening of food and fun!
4-8pm, Sunday. Bring your own beverage.

Tony and McGee carried their cooler full of beer around Gibbs' house to the backyard, Ziva close behind.

"Great, you guys made it! So glad you're here!" Abby exclaimed. "As soon as everyone arrives, we'll get this party hoppin'," she added, as she skipped off towards Gibbs, who was standing by the barbeque, surrounded by smoke. They watched as she slithered up behind him, snaked her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back.

"They make a cute couple, yes?" Ziva asked.

McGee snickered. "Cute… so not the word I'd use."

"Try sexy as hell," Tony growled.

"You need any help with those steaks, Gibbs?" Ziva asked.

"Why, David, do I look like I need help?" Gibbs questioned.

"Of course not, you look like a professional. You have the look of a chef," she stammered. "Love the apron, by the way."

Gibbs rolled his eyes and sighed. "Abby's idea…"

"I gathered that," she responded, looking at the picture of a skull, wearing a chef's hat, surrounded by a heart, with the words 'KISS THE COOK' written across it.

Quickly, before he could react, she framed his face in her hands and gave him a quick kiss.

"DAVID!"

"Enjoying yourself, Leon?" Gibbs asked, as he watched the Director of NCIS get his picture taken in the rose garden.

"Jackie's hobby, Gibbs," Vance said, straining a smile for the camera.

"I hope you don't mind, Gibbs," Jackie said. "Your flowers are absolutely beautiful."

"Abby's idea," Gibbs added, taking a swig of his beer and giving Abby a squeeze.

"Hey, I have an idea," Abby said, excitedly. "Mrs. Vance, would you mind taking one of Gibbs and me?"

"Of course not, and please, call me Jackie," she answered.

Abby dragged Gibbs to the garden. Looking at each other, they smiled.

Ducky watched as the couple made their rounds, reaching out to their colleagues, welcoming them into their new found lives.

"Ducky, we're glad you could make it," Jethro said, taking his out-stretched hand into his, as Abby hugged him.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he stated. "I can't wait to see the reactions on their faces when I…" he was cut off by Abby's hushed voice.

"Shh, Ducky, they might hear you. They are trained agents, after all."

"Yes, trained by the best, my dear," Ducky said loudly as Abby led Jethro by the hand back to the house.

"So, DiNozzo, what do you think of all this?" Vance asked, as he nursed a beer.

"Well, sir, to be honest, nothing's really changed," Tony said.

"Ha, what do you mean nothing's changed?" McGee chided. "She's moved in… she's sleeping in his bed… I can't believe you just said nothing's changed, Tony," he sulked, stumbling off.

"Hey, is this going to be a problem?" Vance asked Tony, concerned.

"No, he's just a little… he's just… no, boss, I mean, sir… 'cause Gibbs is the boss, but you're… um, no, sir, it's not going to be a problem," Tony stuttered nervously.

"McGee, wait up," Tony said loudly, as he tried to catch up with his friend.

"Leave me alone, Tony," McGee muttered.

"Give me that," Tony said, snatching the bottle of beer from McGee's hand. "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, Tony, I've only had two beers," McGee protested.

"Exactly, my point. Probably the most beer you've had in your lifetime, McDrunk… hey!" Tony yelped, as someone grabbed the beer from his hand and handed it back to McGee. Ziva…

"He's not drunk, Tony, just hurting. Cut him some smack," she said, sipping on her bottled water.

"That's slack, Ziva," Tony croaked.

Gibbs snatched Abby up into an embrace. "So, ready to rock their world, Abbs?" he whispered into her ear.

Abby giggled and then shivered as he planted a trail of kisses along her jaw line. All thoughts of the moment left her as his lips met hers, kissing her deeply and thoroughly.

"Hmmm, you keep that up mister, and theirs won't be the only world getting rocked," she said slyly.

"Counting on it." Gibbs eyebrows waggled a bit and then grabbed her hand, leading her to the door.

"Wait, Abby said, reaching into her pocket. "Don't want to forget this."

"Ahem… may I have your attention please?" Ducky asked loudly as he tapped the side of his wine glass. He watched as everyone moved forward and grabbed a glass of wine.

"A toast to our hosts. Wherever you live in the world so wide, we wish you a nook on the sunny side. With much love and little care, a little purse with money to spare, your own little hearth when day is spent, in a little house with hearts content."

"Here, here," everyone chanted in unison.

"Now, I'd like to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

Crash!

Thud!

"Oh, dear," Ducky whispered, eyes wide.

"Aw crap, McGee!" Tony bellowed, handing a stunned Ziva his wine glass.

Looking down at the lump that was McGee, he quickly stooped down and started to fan the face of his unconscious friend.

"DiNozzo!"

"On it, boss!" Tony yelled.

Grabbing McGee under his arms, he dragged him across the lawn under a tree. Tony then propped him up and proceeded to shake McGee awake.

"Ugh, what happened?" McGee groaned, his voice quivering.

"You fainted," Tony grinned.

"Did not," McGee countered.

"Did too!"

"Did…" McGee slumped. "Please… just take me home, Tony."

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