A/N: Very short update. The next chapter will definitely be some Gabby, because I think I kind of got this figured out... ish.

Tony knew better than to stand in Gibbs way when his boss stormed out of the bullpen and headed toward the back elevator. They all knew where he was going, and none of them had the want or the guts to stop him. This last case had hit home pretty hard, touching base with one of their own in a way that made his stomach churn. The Navy Yard had been their home for the past week and a half, but they weren't really complaining. It had been easier to keep her safe when they were all around.

"Something on your mind, Tony?" the familiar accent jerked him from his thoughts and he looked up, smiling lightly at Ziva. They could finally relax now, but it still didn't mean it was all over. Things had happened that they couldn't fix, and all they could do was put their trust in Gibbs to do what he always did when it came to Abby.

"Nah, just daydreaming." his reply was easy and the grin on his face alleviated any of her worries, or at least, most of them. She was still worried about Abby and the fact that she had never seen Gibbs so angry. She had seen him mad plenty of times, but angry usually meant that you were out of control, and if their boss was anything, it was controlled. The look on his face the moment his eyes had landed on Abby, however, would always be something that Ziva carried with her.

"We finished the case," she voiced softly, glancing up at him. Tony hesitated before nodding, a sigh escaping him. He could remember cases that had lasted a lot longer than this one, but none of them came close to the intensity of this one. Sometimes when he closed his eyes, he could still see Abby in the hospital and the look on Gibbs face when his blue eyes had landed on her. He'd never seen the man so angry… so… raw. Not after Kate's death, or even that of Director Shepherd. Of course, the look on Gibbs face when he found the man that had hurt Abby had been so calculating that it had make him shiver at the time.

"Yeah, we did…" his voice was equally as soft as his eyes met hers. Understanding flowed between them easily as they both returned to staring at their computers, typing up the reports in complete silence.

Tony was thinking of the bruises on Abby's arms.

Ziva was thinking of the man with a broken jaw who was currently sitting in a jail cell.