Author's Note: New chapter. I think Abby's a little OOC in some parts.

Don't own NCIS.

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"So," Abby started, smirking at Tony. She just finished putting the urine sample into the machine, and walked over to where he was sitting. "What do you think John Doe got?" She asked, trying to stifle laughter. Tony smirked back, remembering the beer fest the two of them and Jimmy had the night before. It started off as a shots competition... And he honestly couldn't remember how it ended. Vaguely, an image of Jimmy crying over his fallen girlfriend, Agent Lee, and Abby bitching about McGee's 'new slut of a girlfriend' surfaced in his head. He also remembered whining about not getting any since Jeanne and frustrations with Ziva, but he would deny it.

"Well, the night before I got the sample," Tony started, unwilling to admit near cameras it was his sample, "He got pretty damn drunk."

"Fall of the barstool drunk?" Abby laughed at him. Tony glared.

"Yeah..." He sighed, and leaned back in the chair, his head starting to hurt again from the night before's alcohol. "He may have a small problem with drinking..." Abby hugged him sympathetically.

"Poor John Doe," She said. "I hope he feels better... Happier..." Tony smiled. Abby was the sister he never had and always wanted. Hell, he didn't even see most of his actual family as family anymore- NCIS was his family. It killed him inside when Vance sent him away, reminding him of when his father sent him to boarding school. It made him feel unwanted. And when Jenny supposedly died- he couldn't help but remember his mother's death, even though Jenny had screwed up his life.

"Don't know what else will be in his piss," Tony finally said, his tone light. "Thinks someone drugged him up. Hallucinogens." Abby narrowed her eyes.

"Do you know how many there are?" She asked. Tony shrugged his shoulders.

"A lot?" He guessed. Abby nodded.

"Some of them deadly after in the blood for six hours," She exploded, scared for her friend. Tony flinched from the loudness. "How could- John Doe- Be so careless about what he drinks?!"

"Abby, he's still alive. It's been way more than six hours..." He said, looking at his watch. "Well, not that many more hours... More like eight." Abby punched his shoulder, the same spot she hit him earlier. "-But I'll pass on the message to John Doe to be more careful."

"Good." She stated, before smiling. "Changing the subject..." She looked at Tony. "What's your new... Room mate like?" She asked, curiously. Tony laughed.

"Well, Abs, she's annoying and bossy," He stated. Abby nodded. "She looks pretty much how she used to look, but she dyed her hair brown." Abby's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity.

"Oooh... Is that possible?" She asked. Tony looked at her like she was crazy. "I mean, for someone... Like her." 'Oh, right.' Tony thought. 'Ghosts don't use hair dye... Even though it's all in my head...'

"I think so..." Tony laughed, sarcastically. "She also got a scar on her face. Sort of bad ass, if she wasn't also older and frailer looking." Abby seemed surprised. Tony knew why- The thought of Jenny being frail made him cringe. It just didn't sit well with him. She ordered around Gibbs half the time! She was tough, and she didn't give up. Tony had the misfortune to experience her persistence first hand.

For the next few hours, Abby did her work while Tony sat around, and they talked about random things. On occasion, agents would come in, see Tony, and beg her to run their evidence before Gibbs' for once. Tony laughed each time that happened, while Abby took advantage of it. By noon, a little less than four hours after Tony arrived, she raked in fifty dollars and three Caf-Pows in bribes. After Abby started running a few fingerprints through AFIS, Tony's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Hey, Abby, I'm gonna go and get some Chinese, what do you want?" Tony asked, getting up.

"Usual!" She called out as she looked through a microscope. Tony left, and returned to NCIS about twenty minutes later with a bag full of Chinese food. On his way to Abby's lab, he ran into Jimmy Palmer in the elevator.

"Hey, Tony..." Jimmy said, meekly, head still pounding from the night before's binge drinking. "What're you doing here? Aren't you off today?" He asked, rubbing his head. Tony chuckled.

"Ah, Palmer," He threw one arm over Jimmy's shoulder, carrying his and Abby's lunch in the other, "Not used to as much drinking as last night, are we?" He asked, brightly. Jimmy shook his head. "Didn't think so." Jimmy sighed. "Something wrong, Jimmy?" Tony asked. The younger man hesitated.

"Not really. Just jealous," He said as the door opened, and the M.E.'s assistant walked out, leaving Tony in confusion "It must be nice to be care free, right?" He asked, as the door closed. Tony stared at the door, somewhat angry. Him? Carefree? Every time he heard the names 'CIA' and 'Kort,' he checked under his car for a bomb. Every time he got even the smallest fever or cough, someone, usually Gibbs or Ziva, held him at gunpoint demanding he go to a hospital. His job included being shot at on a daily basis. Oh, yeah, and he sort of had his dead boss at his apartment, reading McGee's newest book! Tony sighed. Jimmy didn't know any of that, and it certainly wasn't his fault. Tony did everything he could to appear carefree, and on rare occasions, he actually felt it. But not now. Never again, he assumed. Tony felt his frustrations boil up, and he punched the elevator door.

"Ow! God, dammit!" He cursed as he put down the Chinese food bag and rubbed his sore knuckles. The elevator door finally opened, and his picked up the Chinese food and stormed out. "Hey, Abby!" He yelled over the ear-drum bursting music as he re-entered the lab. "Got us lunch!" The Gothic woman, whose back was turned, jumped and spinned around.

"I got the results back, Tony!" She exclaimed. She seemed incredibly happy, Tony noted, as he placed the food on a clear spot on the table. "John Doe had no drugs in his urine! Well, other than some lingering alcohol, and in very minuscule amounts, and some aspirin, but he was not drugged!" She smiled. Tony felt his heart fall- So that meant he either went crazy, or Jenny was alive... No. She couldn't be alive. He was crazy.

"So that means that his hallucinations..."

"He either needs a therapist or a priest." Abby joked. "You know, for an exorcism." Tony's cell phone rang.

"DiNozzo." He said, not bothering to look at the Caller ID.

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Something was wrong. Gibbs could tell- He could feel it in his gut. He heard Tony refer to it as 'Gibbs' super spidey-gut senses' once, before head slapping the man.

Tony- That was where his gut was directing him. Plenty of times before the younger man got himself knee-deep into trouble, he seemed to be a trouble magnet. Gibbs sighed, and continued to work on his boat for what felt like a life time- What number was it? Fourth or fifth? He never even sailed any of them. He ended up burning the second one- he made the mistake of naming it after his wife at the time. It became a reoccurring joke among the people he knew, "How do you get the boat out of the basement?"

Wouldn't they like to know?

Gibbs grunted and took a sip of his coffee. He wasn't feeling frustrated with anyone for asking about the boat- His gut just wouldn't quit, and he knew DiNozzo would end up doing something stupid or regretful-or both. Glancing at the timestamp on his television, he had the news on, it was a little after twelve hundred thirty. He couldn't take it anymore, he reached for his cell phone and pressed speed dial four- DiNozzo.

"DiNozzo." Tony answered after a single ring. Loud, insufferable noise blared in the background- Music from Abby's lab.

"What'cha doing at work, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, not bothering to greet the younger man.

"Boss!" Tony exclaimed into the phone. Gibbs could almost hear him look around. "How did you-"

"The music, DiNozzo." Gibbs smiled to himself. "You okay?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant. It seemed to catch Tony off guard.

"Y-Yeah, Boss, why?" Tony stuttered. He was lying- Gibbs knew it.

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Author's Note: It's a little shorter than I wanted, but oh well. And I had to bring in Gibbs's gut. Let me just say this- I love reviews, and I try to respond to all the ones I get.