And now for a very past due update. Sorry for the delay – but I've been writing a lot lately on my Ironman fanfiction. I'm a big junkie. NCIS is still the best TV show ever, of course, though. If you like Ironman, I'm betting you'll enjoy my fanfictions. I'd really appreciate if you'd check them out. If you click on my name you can find them under the stories I have written.

Now on with NCIS things. McAbby, of course. Tiva too, of course, because I promised some ;)

"Don't you see it?" Tony hissed at Ziva across the squadroom.

"See what?" Ziva pounded a fist on her keyboard as she angrily scrutinized the offending said computer.

"McGee and Abby. Something's up," Tony narrowed his eyes, watching McGee help Abby carry her staple lab equipment and set it next to McGee's desk.

"Quiet," Ziva growled, leaning across her desk and motioned for him to come near. Doing a Tony-like jog, he hurried over to her chair, and took a knee as to be on eye-level. "Now. What do you mean, 'something is up'? Is this another one of your pervish American pick up lines?" A mischievous grin crossed Tony's face as he realized the implications, and was gone in an instant.

"No, Ziva," Tony shook his head.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Tony crossed his arms.

"That…that grin," Ziva waved her hands to accurate her point. "It's pervish, isn't it?"

"I said no," Tony cocked an eyebrow. Ziva complied.

"Fine. What do you mean by 'something is up'?"

"Your dander," Tony mumbled under his breath.

"That is offensive," Ziva said, completely coolly. "I do not have dandruff."

"Dander. Not dandruff," Tony corrected her. "Completely different things."

"Can we get to the point? They're almost done packing, and we'll have to drive them to the airport."

"We'll?" Tony laughed. "No, I will be driving. You will be in the passenger seat." Ziva furrowed her brow threateningly. Tony grimaced.

"Flip you for it?"

"You can drive," Ziva shook her head. "Now, what do you mean about Abby and McGee?"

"They're different. Just look at them," Tony motioned less then discreetly. Ziva studied them for a moment, then turning back to the disgruntled Italian, replied,

"I do not see anything."

"They're all giggly and flirty like when they first met,"

"I wouldn't know. I didn't know them when they first met," Ziva said, her large brown eyes wide with unsaid confusion.

"Take my word on it." Tony nodded. Ziva checked her watch hurriedly. "You taking pills, Miss David?" Ziva did a quick scrutiny of her desk.

"Why would you say that? There are no pills on my desk."

"It's another American expression. Why are you checking your watch for the fifty millionth time?"

"I have a date," Ziva turned back to her computer dismissively. Tony let out a low chuckle.

"You're just saying that to make me jealous," Tony said, but a little uncertainly.

"What? Why would you be jealous, Tony?" Ziva turned back to face him, locking eyes, blinking innocently. Tony chuckled again, suddenly aware of how close their faces had become.

"Tony. Ziva," McGee stood in front of them, brow furrowed.

"Yes, McGoo," Tony broke the gaze nonchalantly.

"We're ready," McGee replied, still studying them. Tony stood up, giving Ziva's shoulder a indifferent pat.

"Okey dokey," he grabbed his backpack off the desk.

"Sit down," Gibbs replied, sauntering in, cup of coffee in hand as usual.

"But…we're taking McGee and Abby to the airport. They have to go to Paris, remember?"

"They are, you aren't," Gibbs motioned for Tony and Ziva to stand back up. "We have a dead marine at Rock Creek Park. Gear up." A little bewilderedly, McGee picked up his backpack. "Not you." Gibbs nodded. "You two are going to Paris."

"Who is going to drive us?" Abby asked. "Our flight leaves in two hours."

"Yeah," McGee concurred.

"No one," Gibbs did one of his famous pauses, waiting for an unwarranted question. When none came, he finished. "Director Vance rescheduled your flight for 2am."

"But…that's in five hours!" Abby spluttered. McGee's eyes had a ping-pong match between Abby and Gibbs.

"2am?" McGee said, obviously not happy with the time frame.

"It's okay, Abs," Gibbs ignored McGee's comment. "Once the case is under control, I'm going to drive you, leaving Ziva and Tony at the crime scene." McGee gulped nervously.

"Until then?" Abby said, picking up Bert from on top of her bat-patterned black backpack and giving him a consolatory squeeze. McGee grimaced at the loud fart that the gaseous hippo emitted.

"Until then, Abs, you two can go down to your lab and hang out. You do it all the time," He shrugged. Taking a sip of his coffee, he turned to Ziva and Tony. "Are you still here?"

"Leaving here, boss," Tony turned, snatching the keys from Ziva and trotted to the elevator, a frustrated Ziva in tow. Gibbs smirked, and picking up his gun and wallet from his desk drawer, gave Abby and McGee a solemn nod and went after them.

Abby turned to McGee, black lips in an impish smile, pigtails swinging, and grabbing his tie as to bring his face close to hers, whispered,

"It looks like it's gonna be an all nighter in my lab,"

McGee cracked a crooked grin. He really liked the mischievous gleam that sparkling in her cobalt eyes. It had been a long time since he'd seen it, and the last time he had, he had ended up sleeping with her in a boxed sofa bed.

Coffin.