Hi I'm kind of a new writer so any adivice would be great, thanks for reading my story!
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"Where the heck is Gibbs?!" Tony demanded.
"I'm sure that he has a perfectly good reason for not being here, Tony." Ziva told Tony for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Just as they were getting back into working on the case at hand Abby stomped out of the elevator in her usual 3 inch platform shoes.
"Where is Gibbs?!" Abby practically shouted to the team. "Major Maspec finished analyzing the orange powder found by the victim's body, like, 2 hours ago. Gibbs always shows up in my lab when I find something." Abby reminded the team of that well known fact.
"We haven't seen him all day. He wasn't here this morning, he didn't show up at lunch time, and now that it is," McGee paused to check his watch. "7:00 he still isn't here." McGee finished. He, as always, was the first to respond to Abby.
9:30 p.m.
"Abby, I am going to go home now. It has been all day and Gibbs has not shown up. I am sure that he will be fine. Maybe you should go home and get some……." Ziva forgot to finish her sentence.
Abby was already asleep. Ziva quietly laughed to herself as she saw that Abby had nodded off in Gibbs chair. Normally this would be a bad thing. But, well, this was Abby, Gibbs' favorite and he wasn't even here to catch her at his desk anyway.
Ziva grabbed her coat, trying to make as little noise as possible, and moved towards the elevator. She was heading for home and, perhaps, one of the American films Tony had lent her.