The rush of the holidays had come and gone. Her parents returned from the cabin getaway surprisingly refreshed, and her father seemed to have an optimistic outlook. Katie did not want to imagine what her parents had done while away. She stepped off the elevator and surveyed the squad room. She was early for her weekly lunch date with her father. He had set a lunch rule into play after the first of the year. Jethro had made the decision this year would involve more time with his family. The decision was a mutual one with his wife. His desk was empty along with the others surrounding his. She mumbled and unbuttoned her coat as she walked towards the stairs. Like her father, she didn't worry with waiting for Cynthia's approval to enter her mother's office. Unlike her father's entrances, Katie lacked the finesse of causing the precious door to almost fall off the hinges.

Jenny didn't bother to swirl her chair around. She had been on the phone for the last hour. For the last fifteen minutes, her high heeled feet had been propped on the shelf and her eyes were looking out over the Anacostia as she tried her best to not tune out the voice on the other end. She signaled for her daughter to sit with a hand motion. Hopefully, the call would be wrapped up soon because she was ready for lunch herself. However, she wouldn't meddle with father and daughter time.

Katie removed her coat but left her scarf around her neck. She propped her cognac leather boots on her mother's desk as she fished out her BlackBerry to send a text message. She glanced up and was met with a disapproving look from her mother. Sheepishly, Katie took her boots off the desk. "Sorry, Madame Director," she whispered and smirked. The text message sent as the desk phone was placed into its cradle.

"Your father should be back soon."

The younger redhead nodded. "Are you going?"

"No, I'm not going to interfere with your time. I might call Lizzie and see if she wants to meet anywhere for lunch."

"She's clearing security now. Lunch with Tony."

Jenny nodded her head as she sifted through paperwork. She might go to lunch with Ducky or order in and knock out another stack of paperwork. The conversation between mother and daughter was slow. Katie heaved a bored sigh as she stood up, gathering her coat and purse. Paperwork consumed her mother. "I'll go wait downstairs and let you work."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"It's fine. If you do more work here, you'll do less at home." Katie left the office and went down the stairs. She sat down at her father's desk to wait and hoped he'd arrive soon. She had little patience.

Lizzie exited the elevator and walked into the squad room, taking a seat on her father's desk. Her features turned into a familiar smirk as she noticed Katie looking relieved to see her. "Thought you were with mom."

"She's buried under paperwork."

"Where are you going for lunch?"

Katie shrugged her shoulders. "No idea. I chose last week, so it's his turn."

She nodded her head and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Nice sweater," Lizzie commented.

"I know. I might keep it."

Lizzie resisted the urge to stick her tongue out. The green v-neck sweater was hers, but she had no right to say anything about it. The sisters borrowed without telling numerous times. If items were returned, it was a miraculous occurrence. The two laughed when they realized they were surveying each other to see if anything else had been borrowed. Katie was wearing Lizzie's sweater, earrings and scarf. Lizzie had borrowed her sister's jeans and a necklace.

As the elevator doors opened, Gibbs smiled hearing the laughter of his girls. He strode into the squad room ahead of the team and over to his desk, placing kisses on his girls' heads. He set his cup of Jamaican blend on his desk and motioned for Katie to move. She complied and stole his treasured coffee as Lizzie went over to Tony's desk.

Ziva and McGee watched in confusion as DiNozzo and Lizzie shared a kiss. The two sets of eyes drifted over to Gibbs. He hadn't batted an eyelash at the sight. He merely continued discussing lunch options with Katie. Ziva narrowed her eyes as she watched the interaction. How had she missed Lizzie being Tony's girlfriend? She knew he had a girlfriend but hadn't imagined him having the calzones or was it cahones to date the boss's daughter. Of course, he'd date Gibbs' daughter. The idea had Anthony DiNozzo written all over it. She glanced over at McGee. McGee kept looking from the couple to Gibbs. Ziva smirked and continued watching Tony and Lizzie.

Elizabeth glanced behind her and smiled at Ziva. She propped her foot next to her boyfriend's thigh, nudging softly. Tony shifted and looked up to see Lizzie grinning at him. "Hurry up," she urged quietly as she snaked her foot over his thigh on her way to the next target.

"Boss."

Gibbs looked across the squad room. "Go to lunch, DiNozzo."

"Thank you, Boss," DiNozzo replied, getting up from his desk.

Lizzie slid off the desk and took Tony's hand after he put on his coat. He let go of her hand, opting to slip his arm around her and keeping her close instead. She smiled at him softly and leaned in closer to him on the brief walk to the elevator.

Ziva watched the pair walk to the elevator and did not take her eyes away until the doors closed. She looked over to Gibbs.

Gibbs helped Katie slip into her coat as he gave a look to the Israeli. She dipped her head and focused her attention on the computer screen. As the boss left with Katie, Ziva and McGee gossiped quietly about the revelation as to whom Tony had been dating all these months. The pair had many questions for the senior field agent on his return. To their dismay, Gibbs allowed them no time to talk after lunch. The questions would have to wait.

DiNozzo packed up his gear and turned the light off at his desk. McGee and Ziva had left over ten minutes ago. He had to cancel his plans with Lizzie, but she had understood. With her parents' lives, she knew how the life of agent was and could be. Still, he felt guilty when he had to cancel on her. On his way to the elevator, Gibbs nodded at him in passing. They were both on the way to their women.

Half an hour later, he put his key into the door and entered into the warmth of the apartment. The smell of pizza hit his nostrils, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face. He spotted Lizzie on the sofa and under a blanket. Lizzie had kicked her sister out as soon as Tony let her know he was leaving headquarters.

She reached for the remote and paused the movie. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," he replied, walking over and leaning down for a kiss. "What's the movie?" He glanced at the screen. "Adam's Rib...1949...Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy. You know, Judy Holliday was terrified of performing with Katharine Hepburn."

"I know, Tony."

"I know you do."

She took a sip of her wine as she smirked at him. "Take off your coat, get a glass of wine, a slice or four of pizza, and snuggle up with me," she ordered softly.

Tony walked into the kitchen, opening a pizza box. "Pepperoni, sausage, and extra cheese. My favorite." He snuck a peek into the other box. Katie and Lizzie had eaten most of the pizza loaded with pepperoni, ham, onions, green peppers, mushrooms and olives, but he might steal a slice of that also. After loading a plate with several slices, Lizzie came into the kitchen and poured him a glass of wine.

"I'm sorry about canceling."

"Don't apologize. I still get to spend time with you, and you know how much I love wine and pizza."

"And cuddling," he added and glanced at her feet. "No cold toes?"

"No, some guy bought me these fuzzy little booties to keep my feet warm. According to the grapevine, cold toes aren't appealing."

"That's a smart guy. Cold toes aren't appealing especially at 3AM, Liz." He thought it was cute the first few times that her feet had found his way to him for warmth, but the cuteness had worn off.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Jerk."

"You love me."

"Yep, I do." Lizzie smiled at him, stealing a kiss before she entered the living room. She flopped onto the couch, starting the movie and becoming comfortable. Before hanging up his coat, Tony slid his hand into his pocket. He felt the square velvet box and looked back at Lizzie. He was unsure of himself, and Anthony DiNozzo wasn't used to the feeling.