Three Months Later…

The elevator doors opened, Tony and Ziva stepped off, hauling two suspects behind them. Gibbs followed them off, McGee keeping pace with him, trailing his agents to the bullpen.

"DiNozzo…" he called after Tony.

"Rule number one, Boss," Tony finished for him as both he and Ziva continued to the back elevator to take the handcuffed men down to interrogation.


"Run hair and DNA samples down to Abby," the younger guy replied nodding and rushed to keep up.

Gibbs took a seat at his desk, glancing at his calendar. He knew what day it was, he could recall the newspaper clipping from his dream. He never quite figured out if the clipping had been real or if it was just a figment of his imagination, but he wasn't taking any chances.

He turned in his seat, his eyes scanning his half wall. There were a few photos of people he had saved, some newspaper clippings, and a couple of pictures Abby had taken of the team, but there was one in particular he was looking for.

Smack dab in the middle, thumbed tacked by a green tack, was a photo of his team. They were standing in front of the big tree in his back yard. McGee was in the middle of Tony and Ziva, DiNozzo hanging off his shoulder while Ziva had her arms around him. Gibbs recalled finding the photo on his mantel when he had gotten home after the fair, still in the black and red frame. It was his only clue that maybe, just maybe his wish hadn't all been a dream.

"Tony, it is simple science," Ziva was saying as she and Tony returned to the bullpen. "Women are superior to men."

"In what universe?" Tony retorted moving towards his desk.

"We do not think with our penises for one thing," Ziva replied coolly.

"Oh, don't give me that crap. I had a girlfriend once that wanted nothing but sex." DiNozzo sat down, booting his computer up. "So, women are just as bad as men."

"Are you sure she wasn't a guy, Tony?" McGee questioned as he returned to his desk, Ziva chuckled.

"One time!" Tony exclaimed. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" He turned to Ziva. "And don't start. You have no clue what he is talking about."

Gibbs stood up, having heard enough. He may have gotten his team back, but sometimes he wondered if they really grew up. He headed towards the back elevator, intending to go down to interrogation.

He pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open. As they did, he heard Tony exclaim, "You told her?"

"She forced it out of me," Tim replied hurriedly.

"I can be…" Ziva trailed off, obviously looking for the right word, "…very persuasive sometimes."

Gibbs shook his head, stepping on the elevator. As the doors closed, he heard a familiar voice say, "You made the right decision, Jethro." He silently agreed with the voice. Did he miss his younger team? Yes, but it was worth having the older versions back.


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