A/N: Well, this has been quite the experience. Though I wrote the first chapter in an attempt to put my thoughts into some acceptable form, there have been many quite serious comments about how people feel their beloved show has failed them. That makes me sad, but now I know I'm not the only one feeling that way. Many thanks to all who reviewed, hope I didn't miss anyone in the pm's, and to the guests I couldn't pm back to. Hope you enjoy this next chap, fairly short, need to get back to my 'serious' stuff, and finish the latest chap for Refuge.

While Gibbs and McGee trudged ever so slowly through the mountain of paperwork that was involved in going rogue from NCIS and into international boundaries (people were just so touchy about that kind of stuff, Gibbs groused), Tony and Toby had a grand time at the opening day of baseball, stuffing themselves on the buffet in the VIP box, and then heading from there to the bowling alley for a few games. They flirted with the gal team next to them, and Fornell got one of their phone numbers, but Tony held back, just enjoying his free time with no entanglements of any sort. They got to laughing so hard sometimes about their fellow team mates that sometimes they threw gutter balls, and Tony actually fell on his knees when he was showing off for the girls, and Fornell snorted beer out of his nose from watching it.

After they cleaned the place up and returned their rental equipment, they headed back to Tony's place, and for the first time, Fornell got to see the younger agent's inner sanctum.

"So you're telling the truth that none of your team has ever been here? Even for holidays?"

"Only Gibbs. Never had a reason to invite the others over, and besides, who the hell wants Ziva knowing where you live, you look at her wrong one day and the next day you're picking through the burned out mess of what used to be your townhouse. No thank you, I've seen her in action too many times."

"Can you imagine how pissed they'd all be if they found out we had eyes on them in Europe? That we were in hysterics when that old lady starting hitting Gibbs over the head with her umbrella for bumping into her, and nearly wet our pants laughing when that street prostitute came up to McGoo and fondled him until he screeched like a monkey?"

"Had I been there I could have warned him not to talk to he/she, but he got such a kick out of me getting cozy with that one years ago that I'm pretty sure I would have turned around and walked the other way."

"And let's not forget Ziva almost getting her eyes gouged out by that woman who thought she was staring at her husband. I think she lost a hank of hair on that little misunderstanding." Fornell added with an evil grin.

"Well, I'm sure it's all on tape somewhere if I know my buddy at NASA. Abby isn't the only one who has friends with satellites."

"Hmm, something to keep in mind for future blackmail situations." Fornell offered. "My favorite still has to be them all running through that pastry shop and then all getting chased out of there by that angry baker while they were all slipping and sliding on the frosting from those cakes they dumped off that shelf. Idiots. Can't believe Gibbs was dumb enough to get sucked into something so heinous and hinkey."

"He told me he had to go himself seeing as I couldn't make it. They needed McGeek for the tech end of it, so, voila. The Three Stooges Invade Germany."

"I wonder if any of Gibbs' rules went over in Europe. Like, it's better to seek forgiveness than ask permission... NOT!" Fornell yelled, and they both collapsed into hysterical laughter all over again.

"Okay, okay.' Tony gasped, trying to collect himself enough to get up and find some snacks for them.

"What I really want to be a fly on the wall for is when Slacks walks into the bullpen expecting Gibbs to know he's coming, but of course he won't, and right away Slacks will get into it with McGoo cause he for sure won't know what's coming at 'im!"

"Ahh, it'll be nice to have a break from Sacks, I think sometimes he makes Ziva look like a cakewalk with his anal retentive streak. I think sometimes of trying to match him up with Nickie Jardine, but that just wouldn't be fair to Nickie. God forbid they had kids, what they would turn out like."

"Yeah, you know, I was thinking about kids, like, about Ziva and Trent Kort having them, how do you think they would come out, I mean – I'm thinking, you wouldn't want your kids in any play group or classroom with them. Scissors would be totally out of the question, as would cafeteria knives. No video games or pretend sword fights whatsoever."

"I'm thinking they would all be born with a full set of sharp teeth and maybe even an eye patch."

"When the doctor spanks them after their born they pull out a Sig Sauer and drop him where he stands."

"Instead of soccer and ballet, they go to assassin school. Big presents for the first kid who shoots the paper head right between the eyes, sort of like First Communion, only, 'First Assassination'. Party in the back yard, only nobody comes cause, well, they don't wanna die at the hands of a seven year old. Reminds me quite a lot of the Addam's Family, actually."

"Okay, enough, DiNutso, we've got an op to plan. Next Monday we start 'Operation Switch and Bait', duly sanctioned by our buddy Tom Morrow and intended to inflict as much pain and misery as possible. Let's get to work here."