Gibbs reached his car and pulled out his phone to call Jen. He flipped it open and frowned when Abby's face materialized. The background on his cell was an intimate picture of Abby. And not intimate in an Abby-in-her-underwear kinda way. Intimate as in Abby in a man's Ohio State Buckeyes shirt, makeup smudged around her eyes, her hair a bushy, bedheady mess. She was sat on some kind of kitchen counter, her hands wrapped around a coffee mug, long ivory legs on display. Her gorgeous green eyes practically seared through the phone's screen, giving whoever had taken the picture some serious 'come hither' eyes. Why was it on his phone? He was lost in thought, when it rang. Speak of the devil.

Abbycakes. Accept. Ignore.

Abbycakes? What the hell? He hit the accept button.

"Hi, stranger," she chirped.

"Hey, Abs," he replied.

"Gibbs?" she cried, in confusion. She took the phone away from her ear and stared at her. She had called the right number.

"Who were you expecting?" he chuckled.

"Tony. Did you confiscate his phone again?"

This was DiNozzo's phone?

"Uh, yeah, something like that, Abs, I gotta go."

Well, this answered some of his questions. It also created some new ones. Like why the hell DiNozzo has a picture of Abs like this? And what's with the Abbycakes? Why would Abby be calling DiNozzo now anyway? She knew Tony was still in the office.

Back in the squad room, Tony pulled out his cell to let Abby know he was most likely going to be late. Gibbs still hadn't returned from wherever it was he had gone, and they couldn't leave without his say-so. He flipped it open and stared. The background to his phone was, not like he had expected; a picture of Abs looking particularly sexy, but of a redheaded woman sprawled on an unfamiliar bed. Her face was mostly covered by her hair, but an aristocratic profile was visible. Her arms, stomach, hip and beautiful long legs were on show, the rest covered by the rumpled bed sheets.

"Haha, McNotFunny! You put this phone to make Abby go ape, didn't you?"

"Put what on your phone?" McGee asked, absentmindedly, tapping away at his computer.

"THIS!" he said, getting up and thrusting it in McGee's face. He started when the cell burst into life. Behind them, Ziva slammed her phone back into its cradle.

"Tony, why do you have Gibbs' cell?"

"This is GIBBS' cell?" he wolf-whistled, and he and McGee continued to drool over the redhead. Ziva came over and looked at the screen.

"That is Jenny," she said.