Abby looked intently into the screen with her deep, brown, reptilian eyes. She furrowed her brow and tightened her lips together in deep thought. What she read on the screen, although just one sentence, bothered her greatly. She knows that she's probably overthinking those few words, and maybe being a little paranoid, but she just couldn't take her mind off of it. For the past 10 minutes, she had imagined and analyzed a variety of scenarios in her mind, each ending with the one possible conclusion: she was in love.

10 minutes ago, Abby logged onto her email and found one unread message from McGee. Since McGee almost never sent her emails, she found it odd and wondered why he would do something like that on a Thanksgiving weekend. Curious, she opened the email and read the one sentence message: "Hey, we need to talk."

Instantly, her mind flooded with thoughts and feelings. At first, it seemed like a bag of butterflies released into her stomach, making her feel giddy and foolishly in love. He's thinking about me! He wants to talk! she thought. But then, a shadow of skepticism and fear quickly took over. Conscious of her mistake of jumping to conclusions, she began to construct an organized and logical list of reasons why he may want to talk to her. Perhaps he wants to discuss the new case they're on, the Delilah wars. Or maybe he had some issues at home over Thanksgiving? A thought popped into her mind, one that she desperately did not want to be true: he wanted to talk about a girl.

Pacing back and forth, back and forth, Abby could not shake the thought of McGee. Then abruptly, she halted. Do I like him? she asked herself. She always felt this attraction and connection with McGee, but had dismissed it as their brother-sister relationship. Gibbs had warned her before that McGee liked her, but she concluded that Gibbs was too old to understand love in their generation. Tony made jokes about McGee and Abby being together, but hey, that's just Tony being Tony. Abby looked back at all those times McGee and her were together, whether in the lab or out and about, and realized that maybe those weren't actions of brotherly affection, but rather actions of a lover's affection.

But before she could continue investigating whether she liked him or not, the doorbell rang. Who could it be at this late an hour? It is 10:00 PM after all, and she had just come back from Thanksgiving at her aunt's place. She grabbed a bat for protection, and cautiously opened the door.

It was Ziva.

"Hey, Ziva! What's going on?", Abby asked.

"Oh, nothing. It's just… Could I come in?" Ziva sounded frustrated.

"Sure! Come in, I was just…"

Abby wasn't sure how to complete the sentence. She couldn't say "I was just thinking about McGee" or "I was just asking myself whether I like him or not." Abby and Ziva were never as close as Abby would've liked to be. Since Ziva was the only other girl she came in contact with at work, she had hoped that they would become best friends and do all sorts of girly things together. But Ziva was always working since she was part of the team, and Abby couldn't really talk to her other than work since she worked all the way in the lab.

"Thinking. I was just thinking."

Ziva walked into the room. She was frustrated all right. Before they left for Thanksgiving break, Tony gave her a kiss on the cheek before they parted. She had been thinking about that kiss for the past 2 days and couldn't understand why he did it, and why she was thinking about it so much.

"I think… I think I'm in love with Tony."