AN: I feel an explanation is in order, so that you, the readers, know what the blazes I'm doing to my story. So here goes nought. I am rewriting it as I have gone back and reread it and thought 'Why the blazes did I write that?' So now you know, I'm a perfectionist.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the wonderful NCIS gang. Any other similarities are totally coincidence.

It was 07:05 and Tony had just gotten into work and from the elevator it looked like that he was the only there. But as he exited the lift he could see the trademark pigtails of Abby from where she was sat on Kate's chair.

"What you doing up here?" He asked noting that she was sat staring at Gibbs' desk, where he was slumped over sound asleep. She looked tired.

"I've been sat here for," Her voice sounded sore from the party she'd been to. She paused, looked at the clock, and carried on, "nearly two-and-a-half hours, waiting for him to wake up, so I can show him that." She pointed to a folder on Gibbs' desk. "Gibbs hasn't moved since I got in at around half four. I don't think he's been home." Tony jumped as Gibbs snored slightly.

They sat in silence until the lift came up about half an hour later, bringing Kate and McGee with it. "Is he still not awake? This should help." She put a coffee on the desk by the keyboard and stood back while DiNozzo started counting, "One…two…three…fou-" Gibbs stirred before Tony could say any more. "Abbs why are you sat on Kate's chair? More importantly, why are you sat on her chair up here?" He took a long drink of his coffee before giving the others a look of warning.

"I came up to bring you that stuff you wanted and you were just, there, asleep, so I thought I would come back later and give it to you when you woke. But then I found I had left my keys to my lab in my car and my car keys in the lab, God knows how, so I stayed anyway." By this time Abby wore that small smile that said she had messed up already. "You wouldn't still have those spare keys I gave you, would you?" Tony and McGee's heads snapped up, Kate however had known about this and one or two other little things well before the boys had suspected a thing.

"Yeah, car or lab?" asked Gibbs, while McGee's jaw dropped so low, that it was in danger of it hitting the table.

"Um, lab, please." He handed the keys over and Abby walked off to try and sort out the mess she had created with her own keys.

An IM came up on Tony and Kate's screens:

'She didn't even give me a key to her lab!!'

Tony typed back:

'Oo, harsh! Probie is jealous and he can't do anything about it!!'

This time it was Kate who shocked them:

'You know just because she's not going out with McGee any more doesn't mean she can't go out with other guys.'

McGee couldn't believe what he was seeing, he didn't want what Kate was implying to be true, but he still wrote:

'You mean they are going out?'

Kate's reply took a minute or two of thought before she typed:

'No, but he took her out to dinner once or twice. Not for her birthday either.'

Before they could get any farther Gibbs' phone rang and after a minute of talking he hung up and told them to get their stuff.

A Marine had been caught not only driving drunk, but with two ounce's worth of grass on him as well. Gibbs didn't see why he should have to deal with this mad-soon-to-be-ex-Marine, but the Director had sent him and his team along regardless. It turned out he had been under investigation, for arms and drug dealing, and was due to be picked up the next day anyway.

By the time they had managed to get hold of Abby, the marine had keep them running around for practical a whole day, it was dawn and the cleaning staff had made, yet another, complaint about the number of coffee cups in the bins. Exiting the lift Gibbs was met by an unusual sound; complete silence. The swish of the doors opening made Abby spin round on her chair, and instantly regret the action. Rushing to the bin she threw up.

"Exactly how much did have to you drink last night?"

"Not much."

"And how much of that 'not much' was alcoholic?"

"Oh, you were asking about alcoholic drinks. Um, enough to give me a hangover; so at least two bottles of vodka. Or a cup of my special party mix." Her 'party mix' was legendary throughout NCIS; she had once laced the punch at the Christmas party with just a hundred millilitres of the stuff. Everyone had either gone home drunk, or hadn't got home at all. Everyone knew it was her that had done it, but no one cared enough to say anything, it had improved the party no end. Gibbs left her to her misery and left, smiling and thinking how much Tony would tease her about this; she had been the only not to get absolutely trashed at the X-mas party.

AN: end of new and, hopefully, improved chapter one. Don't worry if you didn't notice any changes, they are pretty subtle.