AN: You guys are so awesome. Four reviews in the first two days! FYI: I started typing this with only four reviews. Obviously, it wasn't posted until five reviews. Anyway, I'm glad you all reviewed, and thanks to those that added 'Til Death Do Us Part to your story alert. Also, reading over the first chapter again, I realized that in the disclaimer I said that Stephanie was my own creation. Just to clear things up, Stephanie was Bridgette's name originally, but it got changed. So, yeah, now you all now.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. Bridgette is my own creation.

-NCIS-

Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty six hours, twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes, one million, two hundred and nine thousand, six hundred seconds. That was how long DiNozzo had been away on his honeymoon, and it was driving Gibbs nuts.

Ziva and McGee had been fighting like toddlers for both of the weeks, and Gibbs was really beginning to miss the whole movie references from Tony. Throughout the time, he kept finding himself looking over to Tony's desk, sighing internally at the blank space where his Senior Field Agent should have been. But, Tony was heading back today.

The elevator doors dinged open, and the newly-married man walked in. He wore a pair of blue jeans and black shoes, and a dark green dress shirt. He wore his black NCIS jacket over it, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He made his way into the bullpen, smiling as he saw the other three desks empty. Good, he was there first.

Unzipping the backpack, Tony moved to each of the desks, leaving a small box on Ziva's, a longer box on McGee's, and a bag on Gibbs'. He then put his backpack down in the corner, slipped his gun in the desk drawer, and grabbed two more bags, heading back to the elevator to head down to see a certain forensic scientist and the medical examiner.

-NCIS-

Upon entering Abby's lab, Tony grinned at the pounding beat echoing from inside. He walked in, entering the first room and then heading straight back to the second room, seeing her sitting at her computer, looking at something intently. He silently put the red and black bag on her desk and leaned over her shoulder.

"Oooh, that looks complicated," he stated in greeting. Abby jumped and whirled around, about to hit Tony, until she realized exactly who it was.

"TONY!"

A grunt of surprise came from Tony as Abby launched herself across the already minimal distance and slammed into him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, catching her in a hug even as she swung her arms around his neck and squeezed.

"Tony, I missed you so much! I see the hag finally let you come back to us."

"Abby, that's not nice. Bridgette's not a hag."

"... You have to say that. You married her."

Tony laughed as Abby let him go and then her eyes fell upon the bag. She grinned back at Tony, turning to open it.

"What's this? Hoping to sway me with gifts?" she asked, laughter in her voice. Tony shrugged, grinning, keeping the turquoise-teal bag in his hand.

"Only if it works," he replied. Abby laughed and then squealed in joy as she pulled out the black teddy bear. It had a red stomach with a skull and crossbones sewed in white thread across its stomach. It also wore a studded collar and had a long silver chain hanging around its neck, two black pistols crossed at the end.

"Tony! I love it!" Abby launched herself at him again, kissing him soundly on the cheek before rushing into the other room and putting the bear next to her computer, pulling the chain off and looking at Tony as he followed her.

"Turn around, and I'll put it on for you," Tony said. Abby beamed at him, passing him the necklace and turning around, her black pigtails bouncing as she did. He slid the necklace around her slim neck, latching it under her own studded collar. She turned back around, looking down at the black pistols hanging on the black shirt she wore. She beamed at him again, her eyes catching the bag.

"Is that one for Ducky?" she asked. Tony nodded and she started to try to look in it, but he moved it first.

"No! You can see after he opens it," Tony said. Abby frowned and looked at him, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Can I see as he opens it?" she asked. Tony blinked and then grinned.

"You bet."

The doors to Autopsy opened and a pair of platform boots thudded in, followed by a softer thud of another pair of black shoes, expensive. Ducky came in from his office, wearing his usual gray-black slacks and a blue dress shirt. Today, he wore a black bow tie with white polka dots. He blinked and smiled upon seeing Tony.

"Ah, Anthony. How was your honeymoon? Caribbean cruise, correct?" Ducky asked. Tony grinned and the two exchanged a hug before Tony passed Ducky the bag. "You're here rather early, Anthony."

"I know, Ducky. I wanted to make sure to get here early enough to surprise everyone. The team has their gifts on their desks," Tony said. Ducky smiled and peered into the bag, putting it down on his desk as he pulled out the items. Tony smiled as Ducky pulled out the thick book, reading the title through his glasses.

"Caribbean Medical Theories: Volumes One through Three. Why, Anthony, you think so much of me," Ducky said, smiling. Tony merely grinned cheekily, watching with anticipation as Ducky pulled out the little yellow stuffed animal. Both Ducky and Abby laughed as Ducky held up the stuffed yellow duck. The Medical Examiner reached out one finger, touching the bow tie that Tony had tied around his neck.

"Thank you very much, Anthony," Ducky said, sitting the book next to his phone, placing the duck on top of the monitor. "I'll be sure to keep that bow tie on him. I believe it's rather dashing. You should probably get back up to Jethro," Ducky said, fixing Tony with a smile. "You'll want to see their reactions, I'm sure."

Tony nodded in agreement, saying good-bye to the two of them as Abby began to tell Ducky what Tony got her.

-NCIS-

The elevator's dinging was barely heard as the doors opened and the arguments began.

"No, McGee, there is absolutely no way that anyone would ever do that. Don't you understand?" Ziva sounded furious and frustrated at the same time.

"Apparently not, Ziva. All I'm saying is that it would have been nice if you would have asked first! Anyone with manners would have asked first." McGee, on the other hand, sounded exasperated, like he just wanted it all to stop.

"Well, I thought you would have under-" Ziva was cut off at the sight of the man sitting down at his desk, silently watching them in amusement over the rim of his coffee cup.

"No, please. Continue. This is great entertainment," Tony said, grinning.

"Tony?!"

McGee and Ziva spoke in unison. Tony smiled at them, reaching onto his desk and passing them each a cup of coffee.

"Hello, Ziva, Probie. Did ya miss me?" he asked. Ziva took the coffee, giving him the once over.

"No," she denied, turning to walk to her desk, freezing as she saw the box. She cautiously sat in her seat, putting her gun in her drawer as well before she grabbed the box. McGee, on the other hand, simply plopped down onto his seat, reaching for the box on his desk as well.

"You got us gifts, Tony?" he asked, his tone incredulous. Tony adopted a rather offended expression.

"Of course I did," he said, standing and walking over to McGee's desk. "But if you don't want it..."

Before McGee or Tony could say another word, Ziva's gasp of surprise reached their ears. They both looked at her. Ziva had opened her box, the handmade Caribbean gems sparkling happily under the lights. She looked at Tony, who grinned.

"It's beautiful, Tony," Ziva said. Tony grinned, turning to McGee before walking over to his desk and sitting back down.

"Thank you, Ziva. I picked it out myself," he said. Ziva smiled and put it on her wrist, latching the bracelet. They both looked at McGee, who put his hands up in defeat and opened his box. Sitting on the white interior was a thick, silver watch with a white face and diamonds circling the face. He looked at Tony, smiling.

"Thanks, Tony," he said. Tony nodded once, grinning, and was about to speak before a fast-moving Gibbs made his way into the bullpen and to his desk.

"Welcome back, DiNozzo," he said, reaching into his drawer and grabbing his gun, ignoring the bag on his desk, for now. Tony grinned and grabbed his own gun, strapping it on.

"Dead Marine found in Norfolk. Grab your gear," he said. Tony grabbed his backpack and jogged after Gibbs. They stood next to each other in the elevator, and Tony passed Gibbs a cup of coffee before Ziva and McGee joined them. Gibbs grinned, held his cup up in salute, and took a drink as the doors closed.

-NCIS-

The cameras flashed as Ziva snapped the pictures of the crime scene. Ducky knelt next to the Marine's body, talking to Palmer about what he saw, still teaching his assistant. McGee was sketching out a perimeter, and Tony was questioning the people who had found the body. Gibbs walked up, coffee in hand.

"What've we got?"

"Gunnery Sergeant Justin Weger," Ducky told him, pulling out the liver probe and sighing. They were standing in an alleyway behind a popular bar in Norfolk, and Ducky rubbed his forehead on his jacket sleeve from under the flimsy beige hat he always wore. "He was stabbed to death. His time of death was approximately six weeks ago. Poor man must have been stashed here recently." Gibbs said nothing, merely examined the body, a frown on his face. Palmer took this to mean why, and readjusted his own hat, beginning to speak.

"There's... there's a surprising lack of blood for the stab wounds. Chances are this... this was a dump," he explained. Gibbs' blue eyes moved slowly to Palmer, whose eyes widened behind his glasses, and he promptly diverted his eyes.

"I know, Palmer," Gibbs said, his voice gentle and soft. Tony walked up, cracking his neck as he did, readjusting his NCIS baseball hat.

"Body was found by Lieutenant John Williams and Chief Petty Officer Rachel Young. They were here on leave, spending time with their families. They were apparently old high school sweethearts," Tony said. Gibbs looked at him and Tony grinned.

"DiNozzo."

"Right, boss. They said they didn't touch the body and made sure to call NCIS first thing. Lieutenant Williams said that he was involved in a case a few years back involving his cousin's murder, so he knew to call us." Gibbs nodded as Tony spoke, standing up.

"Bag and tag, DiNozzo," he said. Tony nodded and moved along, Ziva following, snapping pictures of the things that Tony found before he put them in the evidence bags.

"Has the arguing already decreased, Jethro?" Ducky asked. Gibbs turned his eyes to Ducky, a slight smile easing onto his face.

"Only gotten louder, Duck," Gibbs replied. Ducky's laugh followed Gibbs as he moved to talk to the Chief Petty Officer and Lieutenant again.

-NCIS-

"What've we got?"

Gibbs spoke as he walked back into the bullpen from the elevator.

"McGee and I went to Sergeant Weger's house. McGee is in the lab with Abby analyzing his laptop. I'm currently running through his phone records and going over statements from his family to see if anyone of them may have wanted him dead," Tony said, grinning up at Gibbs as the older man sat at his desk.

"Ziva?"

"Running through his history and service record as well as checking with any friends and searching for his girlfriend, Rebbecca Donahue." Gibbs nodded and looked at his computer. Tony shifted in his seat, leaning forward.

"Hey, boss. You gonna look and see what I got you from the Caribbean?" he asked. Ziva paused and looked over at Gibbs' desk as well. Gibbs looked at the bag before looking at his two agents. Instead of answering, he put his coffee down, reaching for the bag. He reached a hand in, pulling in a medium, glass bottle. It was about the size of a one liter bottle, and inside was a very intricate, wooden ship with pure white sails. Gibbs nodded, holding the stand for the bottle in his hand for a moment before setting it on his desk, setting the bottle on it, and looking at Tony.

"There... There's more, boss," he said. Gibbs raised an eyebrow, looking at the black bag, and he set it in his bottom desk drawer.

"I'll look at the last one when we finish the case, DiNozzo," he said. Tony sighed and looked at his screen.

"There are two more things," he muttered.

"Then one when we finish the case, and the other when I feel like it."

"Okay, boss."

-NCIS-

That night when Tony walked in the door, the entire day took a turn for the worse.

He entered the living room, dropping his keys in the bowl on the desk next to the door. He flipped on the light switch, illuminating the pale white walls. There was one black leather recliner pushed against one wall. A matching couch was next to it on the adjacent wall, and across from the couch was the TV. Sitting on the recliner, staring at the door with a fierce expression on her face, was Bridgette Coul-DiNozzo.

"Hey, Bridgette. What're you still doing up?" Tony asked, walking over to her. He leaned down to give her a kiss, only to have her hand come up to push his face away.

"I am still up because I was waiting for you, Tony," she snapped, standing up. Her bare feet padded silently across the white carpet, her blond hair hanging down past her shoulder blades. Tony frowned in confusion, following her as she stepped into the chef's dream kitchen.

"I'm... sorry?" he said. "I was working on a case. I told you when we were dating that I'd probably be home late a lot."

"You could have called," she hissed, leaning toward him over the island in the middle of the kitchen. Tony took a step back, his hands raised in a gesture of defeat.

"Okay. I'll call next time."

"No, Tony, there will not be a next time."

Bridgette stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Tony standing there with an expression of pure confusion.

"... Okay then. Night."

Tony's answer was the light flicking off and a door closing loudly.