"Boss?"

Gibbs looked up from his desk, staring coldly into McGee's eyes.

"What McGee?"

McGee gulped. "Do you know if DiNozzo is ever coming back?"

Gibbs slammed his fist upon his desk shaking his computer. "NO McGee!" He said, anger biting every word. "I don't know! Did you think I would know McGee?"

McGee stared at him like a lost puppy. "Well…yes I d—"

"Well I don't McGee!" Gibbs bellowed, shaking his whole desk. "Even I was surprised when the Director said that DiNozzo had resigned!"

Abby had just come out of the elevator when she heard the shouting. Pigtails flying, she bolted towards Gibbs.

"Stop!" Abby yelled, putting herself between Gibbs and McGee. "This constant fighting is driving a nail between us! I'm surprised Ziva hasn't karate chopped you halfway to Brazil by now!"

Gibbs cut off his glaring. His expression faded to a soft frown. "Abby I realize that you were sick but, Ziva hasn't come in to work since Tony left."

Abby froze. McGee ran to his desk and pushed his chair to Abby, just as she plopped down. Safely in the chair Abby stared off into the distance.

"Abby?" McGee asked calmly. "Are you okay?"

"What do you think McGee? Two of my best friends have basically left NCIS and you're asking me if I'm OKAY?"

"Um…never mind Abby."

Gibbs walked over to the two of them. "McGee, take Abby home. We all need a day off."

With that Gibbs walked to the elevator. As the doors opened, he snapped his head towards McGee and Abby.

"Let's go!"

The two of them grabbed their stuff, and shot over to the elevator.

Ziva's Apartment

Bottles of whiskey were spread everywhere. The T.V. was on, yet Ziva didn't watch it. She lay out on the couch, tear streaks on her face, and her beautiful brown eyes were puffy and red.

Ziva hadn't left that couch in a week.

She was too upset to go to work. She was to upset to feel anything but sadness and pain. Her heart had been ripped in two by Anthony DiNozzo. For Ziva David loved Anthony DiNozzo.

Yet that didn't mean she wasn't angry. Actually, she was very angry. She hated being this upset, being this unfocused on anything.

A knock on her door shock her out of her living nightmare.

"Go away Abby!" Ziva said hoarsely. "I am not coming to the door."

"It isn't Abby," A male voice whispered.

Ziva jumped up and pulled out her gun. She pointed the gun at the door. "If isn't Abby, then who is it?"

"It's Tony. Can I come in?"