Disclaimer: If I owned anything to do with NCIS, believe me, I wouldn't be broke right now.

Summary: Abby regrets her decision to let McGee go. Ziva decides to help her get him back. But how will McGee feel about this, and, more specifically, his girlfriend?

Pairing: McAbby, Tiva

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Ziva glanced around the quiet lab, sensing that there was something seriously wrong. Normally, Abby was pounding away at her keyboard, cracking a case with the greatest of ease, cases that could leave teams of scientists with years of experience stumped.

The lab was dark. No sign of anyone.

"Abby?" She called.

"In here, " a soft, sullen voice answered.

The voice came from the back office and Ziva followed it. Abby was slumped over the desk, her head down.

"Oh, Abby...are you sick?" Ziva rushed to her side.

"In a manner of speaking." Abby sighed and raised her head to look at Ziva. Rivers of eyeliner had traveled down her face. Ziva looked around for a tissue, and successfully locating a box, grabbed one and began cleaning up Abby's face.

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing...nothing important. At least, not anymore."

"Abby, if that was true, you would be working, not crying." Ziva shut the door and then went back and kneeled in front of her friend. "Come on, girl talk."

Abby chuckled and wiped her eyes. "Oh, Ziva. I messed up. I messed up bad. Long before you came, and I'm paying for it now."

"What do you mean?" Ziva wasn't aware of Abby ever making any mistakes. The girl was a genius.

"With McGee."

"McGee?" Ziva had noticed a flirtation between the two, but never thought there was more than that.

"Yeah, we dated, for a while. And then I broke up with him, because I wanted to keep things professional here. But, I wasn't counting on being in love with him. I've tried everything to get over him, and it just doesn't work. And every time he has a new girlfriend, it's like he's stabbing me in the heart with a knife, over and over and over."

"Wow. Does he know how you feel?"

"No. I never told him. And now he has this new girlfriend and they're always together, doing couple-y things. He always smells like her. I mentioned he hadn't been wearing his favorite tie lately, and he just smiled. I know she has it! The dirty thief!" Abby scowled.

Ziva sighed. "Abby, you need to tell him. It's the only way, and you never know. It may be what he's been waiting to hear."

Abby gave a derisive snort. "I doubt it. He wants his All-American girl, he can have her. That's what they've all been since me."

"Probably because, after you, he knew no one could compare."

"Have you met her? Have you seen her? She's so perfect! Blonde, fluffy hair, sparkling blue eyes. The girl wears Banana Republic like it's her job!"

"Abby, I have met her. She is nothing compared to you. Because she is fake and really unpleasant. I am absolutely willing to help you get rid of her."

"I didn't say anything about getting rid of her." Abby raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's a good thing I did then."

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McGee strode down the hallway, Abby's first Caf-Pow of the morning in his hand.

When he entered the lab, he panicked when he saw how quiet and dark it was. He flipped on the light switch. Abby's stuff was in its place, her lunchbox was in the fridge...so where was she?

He started when the door to Abby's office opened and Ziva emerged, Abby close behind, rubbing at her face with a tissue.

"Ziva? Abby? Everything ok?"

The two women looked at each other and smiled. "Oh, definitely." Ziva said before leaving the lab.

Abby walked past him to her computer.

"Uh...Caf-Pow?"

"Oh, thanks McGee!" She reached back and plucked it out of his hands without even looking at him.

"No 'Good Morning?'"

"Sorry, bit busy. Me and Ziva's girl talk backed me up."

"Oh. I'll let you get to it then..." McGee turned and walked to the door. As he pulled it open he looked back over his shoulder, just in time to catch Abby giving him a quite devious look.

Back in the bull pen, he could have sworn Ziva gave him the same one.

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Read & review? Please? I'm not new to Fanfic but this is my first NCIS one.