"There's just one thing I have to ask you." He pulled away to look her in the eyes. "Why do you smell like sex?"
Gibbs head shot over to Abby. Without missing a beat she said, "It's my new perfume. You like it?"
"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, it's nice. But why does he smell like sex?" He looked over at Gibbs.
"Because I had sex with him."
"Abby!" Gibbs nearly shouted.
"What?"
"At least someone's having a good day."
"DiNozzo!"
"All I'm saying, 'Mr. Gibbs', is at least you two have each other for comfort."
"I wouldn't count on that," Abby muttered.
"We're here for you right now," said Gibbs.
"You're really not my type."
"We're trying to talk to you here!"
"What did you mean by 'wouldn't count on that'?" Tony asked, turning his attention to Abby.
"DiNozzo! Come on-."
"What do you want me to say?!" Tony yelled, jumping up from the ground. "I should have followed her. Ziva wanted to and I said not to worry. If I had listened to her, Jenny wouldn't have died alone in that diner. She'd still be the Director, we'd still be a team, and she'd still be alive!" He walked over to a tree next to the bank. "She'd still be alive!" he screamed as if trying to get a message across the river.
"You did what you were ordered to do." Gibbs stood up.
"You wouldn't have done it. You never would have let her go off alone like that. I'm always asking myself, 'What would Gibbs do?' And when it really counts, I ignore that nagging voice in the back of my head, which, no surprise here, sounds just like you!"
"Why would you even want to be like me? Look at me!" Gibbs walked up next to Tony. "I've been doing basically the same job for 17 years. Everyone thinks I'm a bastard. I have no life, no family. I've been divorced three times. All my ex-wives hate me, which is probably why Abby scares me to death. And I spend all my free time in my basement building a damn boat!" Tony didn't say anything. He just looked down at the ground. "What are you doing here?"
"That's what I've been asking myself all night. I came to clear out my desk, but somehow ended up out here, just looking and thinking." Abby, who had been standing a couple feet away, stood to the side of Gibbs and Tony. "What am I supposed to do now, 'Mr. Gibbs'?"
"First of all, you can stop calling me that. I may not be your boss anymore, but I am not above smacking the back of your head still."
Tony smiled. "I think I'll miss that the most."
"Secondly, you are going to do what you're supposed to do. I don't know what that is though. Only you know what's best for you."
"What if…" Tony looked out over the water again. He leaned back against the tree. "What if she's what's best for me?" It was barely above a whisper.
Abby touched his arm. "There's only one way to find out."
Tony laughed. "Yeah. She'd probably chop me in half with her ninja skills. I can already hear it; 'Why are you just telling me this now, Tony? You are leaving tomorrow and now you come and say all this? Ah! You ride me crazy!'" he said imitating Ziva.
"Drive me crazy, Ziva," Abby said imitating Tony.
"Whatever," he said still trying to do her accent.
"Trust me. She would want to know." While she hugged him, she glanced over at Gibbs. "Then again, maybe my instincts shouldn't be trusted." Gibbs didn't take his eyes off of hers.
"He's afraid of losing you," Tony whispered in her ear, still holding on to her.
"Then he should stop pushing me away."
Tony turned his head towards Gibbs. "You're a lucky man, Jethro. She's beautiful and smart." Gibbs stuffed his hands in his pockets and moved away, closer to the riverbank, with his back to them.
Abby rested her forehead on Tony's shoulder. "Oh, Tony," she said into his shirt.
"Abby, what happened between you two?"