As much as I don't like post-Judgment Day fics, this one was too hard to resist. Read and review!

I do not own NCIS, otherwise Judgment Day would not have existed

Timothy McGee hated cyber crimes. They were useless and completely ridiculous. How could someone devote their life to harassing people over the internet? Honestly, it was stupid.

He sighed melodramatically and opened his top desk drawer. He pulled out the folded and crumpled photo of the team. Well, the former team. He had no idea when it was taken, he didn't even know it was taken until Tony emailed it to him 3 months ago.

Sadly, Probie, I hate it here. I can't stand ships. I can't wait to see dry land again. Anyway, I found this on my camera. Don't know who took it. You better not tell a soul, but I really, really miss making fun of you. And, well, you too of course.

Tony

McGee figured that Jimmy had taken the picture, he was the only one that wasn't in it. Ducky, Abby, Gibbs, Ziva, Tony, himself...and the director. Every time he looked at that picture, he felt the familiar sting in his eyes that came before tears. Nothing had ever made him feel this way. Nothing had ever upset him this much.

Through this whole situation he learned the greatest of lessons; when you're upset, talk to Abby. So that is what he did.

"Where are you headed, McGee?" Nikki Jardine, who's desk was now across from his, asked.

"Abby. Need her help," he muttered. And he did just that.

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Abby sat in the chair behind her desk, hugging Burt close to her chest. The past six months were torture. She missed Jenny, she missed Ziva, she missed Tony. Hell, she even missed McGee, even though he was right upstairs. She never saw him anymore, only when he was upset. She missed having him in her lab all the time.

She sighed when she heard familiar footsteps enter her lab. The only two people who came down anymore were Gibbs and Tim and Gibbs is sneakier than a fox.

"Hi McGee," she sighed.

"Hi Abby. How are things?" he asked politely.

"Boring. No new cases. No one to talk to. No one but you."

McGee reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture. "Remember this?"

She took the picture from his hand and nearly burst into tears at the sight of it. It was them. The team.

It was taken by Jimmy—she remembered the exact night.

"Come on guys!" Abby whined. "Stand still and smile, please?"

Jimmy took the camera from her hand. "Get in there," he said, gesturing to the group.

It was their yearly office Christmas party and Abby wanted a picture. She was begging them to pose for her, but no one would.

"If you want your jobs, I suggest you listen to her!" Gibbs yelled, which promptly made everyone obey him.

"There," Jimmy said, handing Tony's camera back to him.

"Thank you," Abby said with a smile.

"Yes. It was our Christmas party two years ago. Jimmy took it with Tony's camera after my insistence," she answered.

"Tony emailed it to me a few months ago, Haven't heard from him since. Hey, have you heard from...?" he started, but she cut him off.

"Ziva? No. You know that I haven't. None of us have. Would you stop asking?"

"Sorry. I miss her."

"We all do. Doesn't make a difference. She's gone. So is Tony. So is the director. We just have to deal."

McGee was just staring out into space.

"Timmy? What are you looking at...?"

"She isn't, Abby. She's back."

"Tim, what are you...?" She followed his gaze to the entrance of her lab.

And there stood Ziva.

"What, no hug?" Ziva asked with a nervous smile.