A/N: Hope you like this one…

The Duplicate

Tony walked in almost 15 minutes late. Trish had called him this morning to "check up on him" and "see how the two of us are getting along". After they ended the call, Tony broke about a dozen traffic laws trying to get to work, and he still ended up getting late! Gibbs was going to headslap them into oblivion!

He headed to his desk and began to work immediately, ignoring the fact that Ziva and McGee whad exchanged glances and were now staring at him. After about a half-an-hour of the two of them periodically stealing glances at him, Gibbs walked in. "What do ya got?"

Tony thought of the current case. Yesterday, Gibbs had gotten a call about a dead petty officer in Quantico. "Petty Officer Spencer Sweeney had a wife and two kids, Megan is the wife's nam. Kid's names are Jenna and Joshua. We have not been able to locate any of them."

McGee chimed in. "He also had a couple of gambling buddies. We've made contact with most of them, Walter Lawson, Alexander Mutch and Brady Martian. There is one however, we have not been able to reach him. Calls himself Troy Wiegandt." Tony looked up and gasped.

"Let me guess, there isn't a Troy Wiegandt anywhere." McGee stared at him, shocked.

"Well, a couple of them, but none of them live anywhere around here!" Tony sighed, took out his phone and dialed the familiar number. She picked up after three rings.

"Hey, Trish! You will never guess…" As he was talking, he was walking away from the other three agents, hoping to be able to talk to Trish alone. Gibbs looked at McGee and Ziva.

"What is he doing?" The other two agents just shrugged. About two minutes later, Tony came back, dressed differently. He walked over, sat at his desk, his feet propped up onto it. If Team Gibbs thought this was weird, they were not expecting what happened next.

Tony walked in and stared at himself.

A/N #2: So…what do ya think?