A/N: Hello everybody! It's been FOREVER since I've posted anything, been busy, but expect lots more coming soon!! Thanks to my beta, Smackalicious! Oh and btw, this chapter is mainly based off of a chapter of one of my other stories…
"Dammit, Tony," Ziva muttered angrily to herself as, yet again, Tony's idiotic voicemail picked up. He hadn't shown up for work and wasn't answering his phone so, of course, Gibbs just had to send her to find out why. There was no other way that she'd have been outside his apartment like this.
She went back to banging on the door for another minute, before finally pulling out her lock picking kit. In moments, the door was open, and drawing her gun just in case, she stepped inside. The apartment was cleaner than she would have imagined, with only a half-eaten pizza on the coffee table, to spoil the otherwise clean room. Passing through the living area and kitchen without incident, she finally came to the closed bedroom door.
There she paused, took a deep breath, and burst into the room.
"What's goin-Ziva?" came Tony's voice from the bed, as he propped himself up on his arm, yawning.
"Tony," she said in disgust, quickly lowering her gun.
"Ziva!" he yelped, now wide awake at the sight of his colleague, and now sitting on the edge of the bed, pulled at the sheet to cover himself up.
"Tony?" came a new voice, as a pale, black haired figure also sat up in the bed. She too pulled at the sheets, looking in horror and confusion at first Tony, then Ziva.
"Abby?" Both Ziva and Tony gasped.
"What the hell?!?"
Five minutes later, Ziva was sitting at Tony's kitchen table, grinning to herself as Tony scrambled around the apartment, getting ready for work. Abby had left only moments before, without giving Tony so much as a passing glance. Ziva had seen the shock and confusion in her eyes, but knew better than to ask.
"So that was an interesting surprise there," Ziva said, taunting him playfully. "You and Abby, I never would ha-"
"Shut up," Tony told her forcefully, trying to button his shirt and eat a piece of toast at the same time, but only succeeding at spraying crumbs everywhere.
"Do you have any Kevlar, Tony?" she asked. "'Cause Gibbs is gonna shoot you when he finds out."
Tony moaned. "What've I done?" he wondered out loud, for he truly didn't know the answer.
When they finally arrived back at the bullpen, Gibbs was just getting off of the phone.
"That was Abby," he said, hanging up. "She's coming in late today."
"Is she alright?" McGee asked, worried. Abby never took time off.
"Ask her when she gets here," Gibbs said, shrugging, before turning to Tony. "Where the heck have you been, DiNozzo?" he demanded. Ziva kept her mouth shut, not wanting to be the one to tell him about Abby. Let's see Tony get out of this one, she thought to herself.
"Overslept, Boss. Won't happen again," Tony assured him, breezing over to his desk. Ziva held her breath, waiting for the explosion, but she was disappointed. It was obvious that Gibbs had seen through Tony's nonchalance, but he didn't press the matter.
"Gear up," he said. "We've got a case."