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"Does she hate me?"

He jerked his head up at the question as he walked back in with coffee.

"What? What did you say McGee?" Gibbs asked. He heard him he knew but then it wasn't a crime to clarify. He also never thought he'd ever hear Tim McGee asking if Abby Sciuto hated him.

"Does she hate me boss? Is that why she hasn't been here yet?" he asked adding a second question. He stopped typing on the laptop to look at his boss, mentor and second father.

"No, Abby loves you Tim…." Gibbs said and trailed off as Tim looked away. "Yeah, she loves me like a puppy" he muttered looking dejected again.

He raised a brow. "A puppy?" Tim nodded. "Her description" he muttered and Gibbs could tell he didn't like the comparison.

He chuckled. "I guess it's pointless to say you're trying to break rule 12 since technically you had it broken before you were even on my team" he said and Tim chuckled.

"Yeah, I'd say it was because of the promotion she ended it but truthfully I never understood, I just went along with it"

Gibbs nodded. Tim closed his laptop. "I can't think without her boss, I need her, I work better with Abby" he said.

He truly did miss his Gothic scientist. She was unlike any woman he ever knew and he loved that.

She made him feel special ever since he met her. Only reason he took dates now was to keep busy. Abby was the only woman he truly wanted.

He hadn't been lying. Not fully. It wasn't the real ending for Amy and McGregor, but it was the truth. He loved Abby with all his heart.

Gibbs nodded to his young agent. "All right, I'll call her" he promised and left to his task.

NCISNCISNCISNCISNCISNCIS

Tony was breaking about a thousand traffic laws as he drove to Ziva. "Shit, she's not even in the car and Ziva is going to kill me!" Tony screamed as he weaved through the traffic like he was knitting a sweater.

He kept pushing on the gas pedal going dangerously fast. He soon found his destination. He arrived in one piece and without creating more than two accidents.

"Ziva?" he yelled.

"Over here!" she yelled and he turned to see her ten feet away. She was standing up from what looked to be a brutal fight.

Her lip was cut, her left eye swollen. She had blood on her hands and other injuries under her clothes. But she had won and the man on the ground looked even more banged up.

"Help me get this bastard back to NCIS" she said sounding exhausted.

"Who is he?" Tony asked after looking her over in concern. "Oh, right, I tried telling you on the phone, he's a third kidnapper, Carl Dalton" she answered.

"Third?"

Ziva nodded. "Yeah, I was following him and he heard me talking to you then fired. He hit my shoulder and I hit him in his leg. He was a pretty good fighter still" she explained.

"I see being with us taught you some self control" Tony said impressed. He checked the man's pulse and found it strong. "Looks like you gave him a good beating but nothing too serious" he added.

Ziva smirked. "Lets just get back to NCIS Tony, Ducky can patch us both up then you can interrogate him" she said.

Tony smirked. "Or we can just have Ducky come to us" he suggested and made the call.

"Weakling" Ziva muttered. She was only trying to act tough though, she was a bit worn out and her body was screaming in pain.