Gibbs: Okay until we find out. I want Abby here.
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"So how Papa Bear was he?" She questioned Tony and Ziva from the back seat of the Sedan. Her mood lightening a bit since the recent apprehension of Sgt. King.
"I'd say pretty bearish." Tony acknowledged. "But I've seen him bear-ier."
Ziva scoffed. "Now who is butching the English language?"
"Its butchering and I'm simply using my creative license…" Tony defended himself.
Abby continued from the back seat. "So was he more Papa…or more bear? Or less Papa, more bear. More Papa, less bear?"
"Okay, I'm confused." Tony squinted his eyes in the rear view mirror.
"There is a shocker." Ziva retorted. "I will say that he was no more papa bear than usual Abby. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering."
"Abigail Scuito, does not just wonder." Tony remarked. "Okay, maybe you do. But not about Gibbs…okay, maybe we all do…but really, it's not like you don't know how much the boss loves you."
"Oh I know…guess I was feeling a little vulnerable. Ignore me."
Tony turned to examine her at the stop light. "Trust me Abs, the day the boss stops being the papa bear is the day Ziva speaks proper English." His head was soon thrust forward. "Ow! Geez!"
"The light is green."
Tony turned around and proceeded through the intersection. "I take that back…it will be when Ziva is allowed to drive with passengers in the car again…"
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"Ow!"
