Gibbs stood in the elevator, watching the lights blink from side to side as they approached the sixth floor. The doors slid open and he was surprised to see his wife waiting there. He handed her one of the coffees he held as she stepped in and stood beside him.

"Jethro," she smiled, "I see the timing on your famous gut is as accurate as ever." She breathed in the aroma of the fresh brew and shook her head. French vanilla, her favourite. She leaned closer and slipped her hand into her husband's. "Thank you for coming," she said softly, thinking he seemed quieter than usual.

Gibbs ran his thumb lightly over the back of Jenny's hand in response, watching her out of the corner of his eye. He had a lot on his mind. Gosh darn Ducky and making him think too much! All he wanted to do was help his wife, but there was so much more to it than he'd thought, so many ways to not get it right. He took another drink of his coffee and thought about the things Ducky had mentioned. This was something he could not afford to get wrong.

NCIS

Tony and Ziva stood in the viewing room, watching the little man who sat in interrogation. They'd dug into Jordan Snow and Ethan Whiddon's pasts as far back as their grandparents, per Gibbs' orders. And only one name had come up connecting the two: Vincent Martinelli. The small man they'd arrested had been Vincent's lieutenant back in the day. The team had decided to let him stew for awhile, awaiting Gibbs' return from getting coffee, which was taking far longer than any of them would ever dare to be absent from the squadroom or investigation. But they were not the boss.

"Where is McGee?" Ziva asked, giving the room a cursory glance, having just now noticed him missing.

Tony shrugged. "Down in the lab. Said he had something to show Abby." He thought about it a moment. "You don't think the two of them would...nah, they wouldn't."

"Wouldn't what?" Ziva questioned, not following Tony's twisted line of thought.

"You know," he wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully and grinned, "break Rule 12."

Ziva scowled and swatted him. "Get your mind out of the sewer Tony. Abby and McGee are best friends, nothing more."

"It's 'gutter' Ziva."

"What is?"

"The place where my mind is." He held up his hands innocently. "I can't help it. We all know they dated before Probie was transferred here. I mean, look what happened to the last NCIS couple that used to have a thing - now they're married for crying out loud! I just don't trust my dating detector anymore."

"Well," Ziva contemplated her partner's logic, "she did ask him to walk her to her car last night."

"Moonlight, dark parking lot, silence, no one else around...we all know where that can lead." Tony winced, imagining it.

"Car sex?" Ziva looked confused.

He frowned. "Now whose mind is in the gutter? Not car sex Ziva - romance. Which is worse. Our little geek couple might be falling in love." Tony sighed dramatically.

Ziva rolled her eyes. "I think you are pulling my foot."

"Leg, Ziva, I'm pulling your leg. Or maybe I'm not. Gosh, how hard is it to get your English phrases right?"

Quick as a flash Ziva put him in a choke hold and brought her mouth to his ear. "I speak five languages, I am not an American and I can kill you with a credit card. Now, what were you saying about my English?"

"Nothing," Tony croaked, his face going red, "nothing at all. Ziva," he panted, "can't breathe."

Ziva released him and Tony retreated to the far side of the room, rubbing his neck. "Ow. Jeez, was that really necessary? That's it, next time we go undercover, you sleep on the couch. And I'm bringing earplugs," he muttered to himself.

Ziva's dark eyes held his. "You are assuming I would even go undercover with you again."

"Come on, you liked it."

Her eyebrows rose. "Liked what, exactly? You pretending to make love? We did not do anything!"

Tony lowered his voice and faced her, moving closer. "Maybe next time I won't pretend."

"And maybe next time I will just kill you instead of saving you from the other assassins." She flipped her hair and went for the door. "I am going to call Gibbs and tell him we have got a suspect."

Tony stared after her, still trying to work out what just happened. It almost felt like a moment.

NCIS

"Hey Abby!" McGee greeted her when he walked into the lab.

"McGee!" Abby spun around with a smile to hug him but stopped mid-motion. "Aww, you brought me a Caf-Pow! That's sweet McGee."

He held it back when she put out her hands. "What'll you give me for it?"

Abby crossed her arms. "Blackmail McGee?"

"Or an excuse to get a kiss from my girlfriend?" he countered.

Abby stilled for a moment, letting the warm glow of that word sweep over her. She was Tim's girlfriend now. Last night had kind of decided that for them, they'd waited long enough and both wanted to be together. No more being jealous when Tim talked about a new girl (because he wouldn't) or feeling like she was missing out (because she wasn't). She loved the feeling.

"Compromise?" Abby leaned up and kissed his cheek. "We'll save the good stuff for later."

McGee relinquished the Caf-Pow! without protest. "Abby..." his tone was both a warning and a question mark.

She sucked on the straw and grinned at him. He was so fun to tease. "Chill Tim, I'm not trying to seduce you. Well," she considered, "maybe I am, a little. But I won't. Scout's honour."

He shook his head. All he had to do was look at her and he was effected. "Quiet down here?"

"Since this morning. Although I've been re-running their clothes, looking for traces of anything. But I'm guessing an assassin wouldn't be that careless."

"Not if they're anything like Ziva," McGee agreed.

Abby eyed him suspiciously. "Why are you down here brining me Caf-Pow! Where's Gibbs?"

"Relax Abbs, he's just taking a coffee break." Ever since Gibbs had retired and gone to Mexico, Abby got very agitated when he wasn't in the building or close by. "Tony and Ziva are babysitting our suspect and I wanted to see you."

She leaned into him and smiled. "'Kay." Abby was quiet for a moment, thinking. "You know what we should do?"

"Hmm?" Tim asked, hoping it involved them and a movie they wouldn't be paying much attention to so they had an excuse to do some cuddling and maybe some more kissing.

"Something for the Director and Gibbs. You know, to celebrate them being married."

"Oh," that had not been even close to what he'd been thinking.

She faced him. "You don't like it?"

"Huh? Oh, no, that sounds..." he hesitated. "I don't know. Does Gibbs even go to parties?"

Abby shoved his shoulder. "It doesn't have to be a party Timmy. It could just be us, the team, taking them out for drinks or dinner some night."

Tim imagined them all squeezed into a large restaurant booth and smiled at the image, knowing he'd be claiming a seat by Abby. "I like it." He checked his watch. "Hey, how about tonight? We've got a suspect upstairs. Even if he is former mafia, I don't think it'll take Gibbs too long to break him. Especially not with the evidence we have - he doesn't talk and we can still get him for both murders, at least as an accessory. Even if we end up going out late, it can still be a celebration."

Abby's face lit up and she tackled him with one of her famous hugs. "Let's go find Tony and Ziva. No wait, Ducky first because he's closer. Yay! This is going to be great! I love celebrating."

"Only if Gibbs agrees," McGee pointed out as she dragged him towards the elevator.

"He'll say yes," she assured. "I'm his favourite, remember? Plus, Jenny will back us up."

"Whatever you say Abbs," McGee replied. You just never knew with Gibbs.

A/N: Sorry about the shorter chapter, the next one I'm sure will be longer - Gibbs and Jenny's session with Dr. R. A special thanks to everyone who has reviewed my story, especially jstapny and Silverfox2159 who have reviewed pretty much every chapter. The feedback has been so great and I'm really looking forward to where the story goes from here. Thanks for reading guys!