a/n - This was too big, so I've split it in half. You might get the other half tonight, but more likely in the morning. Chicago and the aftermath is where this story started in my head, so I'm really picking up steam. My goal is the end of the month, so keep your fingers crossed. BTW, in honor of my troll, I've decided to name a villain 'Greta' in an upcoming story. I don't keep her reviews around too long, but those of us who get them have a good laugh. (If you've missed them, according to her Tim must die because he takes away from Tony and I've turned Gibbs into a child molester) Don't worry, she won't make me stop writing. She'll also never see this because she only reviews the first chapter over and over again.

Smiling happily, Jackie Vance closed her phone. It had been a simple thing, really. Even though they'd had a policy to not give gifts to the agents that worked for the agency, she was sure Leon would agree to this exception. After all, Jethro and Tim were more than just agents, they were now friends and what better way to surprise them? Tucking her credit card back in her wallet, Jackie returned to the kitchen to finish the breakfast dishes.

-NCIS-

"How can you be hungry again, Tony? You ate the entire flight here." Ziva shook her head while Gibbs and McGee smirked in the background.

"We're in Chicago, Ziva. We have to have a Chicago style pizza and a Chicago style hot dog. That's just for a start."

"We are still in the airport, Tony." Ziva waved her arms around, almost hitting another passenger as they walked down the gangway. "Could I at least get my luggage first?"

"If you'd had carry-on like the rest of us, we wouldn't even have to go to baggage claim."

Tim decided to step in to stop the squabbling, plus he didn't want DiNozzo eating too much right now. "We don't really have time right now, Tony. We need to leave for the stadium pretty quickly after checking in at the hotel."

"Really?" Tony checked his watch, trying to remember the time difference before checking the clock on his phone, which had already reset itself. "The game doesn't start for quite a while."

"I know." McGee had picked up speed so he was walking next to Tony. "But I got us tickets to the pre-game VIP buffet. They're honoring a bunch of the Hall of Fame members today."

Tim continued to walk, smiling at the stunned expression on Tony's face as the other man stopped and dropped his bag in shock. Gibbs picked it up as he went by. "You coming, DiNozzo? That's one party I don't want to be late to."

It took a few more seconds before he started moving, but Tony quickly caught up with the group. After they'd retrieved Ziva's suitcase and found the hotel shuttle, he didn't even complain about being wedged in the back row with Ziva and all the bags.

At the hotel desk, it was Tim's turn to be surprised. The clerk handed over key cards to Tony and Ziva before smiling at couple. "Welcome back, Mr. Gemcity. Your room's been upgraded to the Honeymoon Suite, compliments of Leon and Jackie Vance. Enjoy your stay." Tim blushed as he took the offered key cards and Gibbs felt something inside him relax. The group parted ways on the eighteenth floor. Tony and Ziva got off the elevator to find their room while Tim and Jethro continued on up to the Honeymoon Suite on the twenty-second floor.

Tony bounced on his heels as he waited for Ziva to open the door. Inside, he gave a low whistle. "Nice room, I'm glad we opted to get a double instead of two singles."

"It was nice of McGee to give us the option but you are right, this is much better. Neither of us would have had much of a view on the third floor."

The heavy drapes were already open, but Tony pulled back the sheers to better see outside. "Which bed do you want? Because if you don't care, I'd kinda like the one closest to the window."

"That is fine." As she spoke, Ziva set her suitcase on the other bed and started unpacking. By the time she had finished hanging her clothes, Tony was in and out of the bathroom, changed and ready to go.

"Come on, Ziva. It's Friday, we'll probably have to wait forever for a cab. We need to get the doorman to put us on the list." Tony paced while Ziva changed her blouse and touched up her make-up, but he stopped her when she started to re-do her pony tail. "Leave it down."

She turned and gave him a questioning look. "Why?"

"That buffet is going to be filled with rich business men and former football players, so live a little." When she returned to the bathroom to apply some eyeliner he called McGee's cell. No point both of them ordering a cab for the four of them.

-NCIS-

"Wow."

"Wow is right." Gibbs set the bags down on the sofa as he made his way over to the wall of windows. One of the floor to ceiling windows was actually a sliding glass door and he pulled it open to step out onto the balcony. "Tim, you've got to see this." When McGee hesitated at the doorway, Gibbs reached out and took his hand. "It's okay, I've got you. Don't look down, look out."

"That's amazing." Hand in hand they stood, looking at the view. The suite was high enough to see over the adjacent buildings and into Millennium Park. Past that was more of Chicago's well known skyline. "This will be spectacular at night." Anything else he might say was interrupted by his phone. "Hey, Tony... nope, don't worry about it. Really, my publisher has arranged for a car and it'll be downstairs in about fifteen minutes."

Gibbs smiled as Tim ended the call. "I've never seen him this excited about anything. Thank you."

"One thing I've learned in all this is how your childhood can affect you in ways you don't even realize. You've helped me put so many of my demons to rest, I was glad to do the same for Tony." Tim squeezed the hand he was still holding before letting it go and stepping away. "We better get ready because this is one time I'm sure Tony won't be running late."

While Tim used the bathroom first, Gibbs detoured past the large fruit basket, intending to check it out. An envelope tucked between some bananas caught his attention and he pulled it out to read.

"Jethro, take a look at this tub."

Distracted, Gibbs stuck the envelope in his jacket pocket and followed Tim's voice. The showpiece of the suite's bathroom was an oversized whirlpool tub. "Damn, you could almost swim laps in that thing."

"I know, that's the biggest tub I've ever seen and look at this." Tim walked over and opened a door to show a private sauna, just big enough for two people.

Gibbs couldn't help but grin as he thought of all the things that could be done in both the tub and the sauna. Time apparently got away from them as they explored all the features of the suite because it seemed like just a moment later Tim's phone was ringing again.

-NCIS-

Tony and Ziva were waiting on the sidewalk, people watching, when a limo pulled up in front of the hotel. The driver climbed out and circled around to stand on the sidewalk, leaning against the front fender and nodded at the doorman. "Car for Mr. Gemcity and guests."

The doorman nodded back. "Would you like me to have the concierge let him know you've arrived?"

"I'll do it." They both looked over as Tony gave a half wave. "We're the guests, Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David." He'd already hit the speed dial on his phone as the limo driver checked his orders and started talking the moment McGee picked up. "Hey, man, the limo is here waiting for you. You're not breaking in that Honeymoon Suite yet are you? We got a game to get to, so get your clothes back on and come down here."

Ziva leaned close to be picked up by the speaker. "You had better hurry, the Indian is getting restless."

Once he'd closed his phone, Tony was correcting her. "It's native, Ziva. The natives are getting restless."

"Indians are Native Americans, are they not?"

"She's got you there, Mr. DiNozzo." The driver couldn't quite hide his amusement as he opened the door. "Sounds like it'll be a few minutes, so you might as well wait in comfort. Would you like me to pour something from the minibar?"

-NCIS-

Ten minutes later Gibbs and McGee exited the hotel, still laughing about the call, the card from the basket forgotten in Gibbs' jacket. They still had enough time for the driver to take them on a more scenic route to Soldier Field, giving them time to enjoy a glass of champagne.

Once there, the limo parked at the owner's entrance and the driver opened the door for them before offering a hand to Ziva. She enjoyed the attention, not only from the chauffeur, but from several of the men standing near the entrance.

"I'll be parked here about thirty minutes after the last quarter ends, Mr. Gemcity. If you need me sooner, just call the office."

"Thank you, Adam. We will see you after the game." Tim smiled and lead the group inside.

Gibbs didn't have a clue how much Tim paid for the dinner, but whatever it was, it was worth it. He considered himself a simple man with simple tastes, but that meal was a once in a lifetime experience. Plate piled high with grilled flank steak, glazed salmon, king crab legs, garlic shrimp and a fresh apple and peach minted salad, Gibbs found himself sitting between Tim and the general manager of the team, while one of the state senators rounded out the foursome at their current table.

A quick glance around the large room showed that Ziva had several of the local businessmen eating out of her hand, while Tony was in the lounge area, plate balanced on his knee as he traded football stories with several of the retired players that would be honored during half-time.

Dinner companions came and went as people milled around, returning to the various food stations as the mood struck. Tony joined them at one of the window tables for a while, having progressed from the appetizer bar to the prime rib and pork loin from the carving bar. They didn't see much of him after the cheerleaders arrived to pick at the salads, but Ziva joined them for a few minutes at the mural wall to share a plate of desserts. It wasn't until the chime that announced thirty minutes until kick-off that the four of them were back together.

"Thank you, McGee. This was an amazing experience." Ziva raised up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek.

Tony nodded, still flying high from meeting so many of his idols. "When we get back to DC, Ziva and I will start going through old files for cases you can write about, Probie, because if this is the end result, you can write about Agent Tommy all you want."

Tim laughed with his partner. "I'll keep that in mind, Tony." His face softened as he turned to the man whose arm was wrapped around him. "What about you, Jethro, did you have a good time?"

"I have gotten to sit and talk with the team's manager, three members of the Hall of Fame, a senator, two Super Bowl champions, over a dozen elected officials and the Ambassador from Sweden." Gibbs' grin widened with each person on his list and at the end he laughed and shook his head. "I've rubbed more elbows today than Vance does in a month and not a rubber chicken dinner in sight."

"And you're going to tell him that every chance you get." Behind them, Tony and Ziva both snickered, knowing what the answer was going to be.

"Damn straight. Now, let's go watch some football." Already planning how he was going to drop those little bits of information onto Vance, Gibbs tugged on Tim's hand. "Come on, where's this fancy box you got us?"