A/N: Sorry for the delay, folks. As promised, the chapter is about Facebook (sadly but it was just a random thought I had) and after that it will hopefully get a bit more Tiva-ish. Anyway, reviews are good and if you're in the mood for something less cute then please read my other story, 'Choices' (Tiva Romance/Tragedy Aliyah alternate ending and mild McAbby). It only has two chapters but I am really enjoying writing it and I'm desperate for readers. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or Facebook

Abby Sciuto took a big sip of Caf-Pow as she typed away on her keyboard. She was doing nothing but waiting for Gibbs to ask what she had. It always happened eventually.

She pulled out her phone and clicked on the Facebook app to occupy herself. She had first created her account about six months ago, and it had been a lifesaver when it came to passing time. But of course as soon as it loaded, Gibbs entered her lab.

"Whaddaya got, Abs?" he grunted, handing her a fresh Caf-Pow.

She sighed. "Nothin', Gibbs. Nothing new, at least. All I can do right now is wait for AFIS to give me a match on the DNA sample you gave me."

Gibbs put the Caf-Pow in her refrigerator and left.

"Oh, and Abs," he shouted from the elevator. "Get off that Book-Face thing."

Abby rolled her eyes and put the phone away, staring desperately at her computer screen once more.

...

I don't get it, Gibbs thought as he waited for the elevator to stop at the squad room. Why do people feel the need to document everything they do?

Of course, he knew just who to ask for that: NCIS's resident computer geek.

"Tim," he called to his agent upon entering the bullpen. "Tell me about that website, book...face...space..." He could never remember the name quite right.

"Facebook?" Tim asked. Obviously he could.

"Yeah, that. Tell me about it."

"Uh, it's a social networking site created in February 2004, popular with both teens and adults. Why did you wanna know?"

"Why's it so popular? Is it really necessary to tell everyone you just went to the can?"

"Honestly, Boss, it's hard to explain. You kinda have to use it to understand."

"Fine, make it happen, McGee."

McGee was stunned. "You want me to make you an account?"

"Yeah, I just wanna know what all the hype's about. What's the big deal?"

"It's just very...unlike you, Boss. You're not usually so friendly towards technology."

Gibbs glared at him.

"I'll make it happen," McGee said immediately.

McGee got to work on Gibbs' computer. Facebook wasn't blocked because it could sometimes be a useful investigative tool for profiling. Although, it wasn't used much because murderers generally don't do a lot of social networking. McGee was still a little surprised that Gibbs would want a Facebook page. But an order's an order.

"There, Boss, all done," he said, about five minutes later.

"That's it?" Gibbs asked, walking over.

"Yeah. Your password is 'deadmarine1'. When you want to find someone, just search for them in this bar at the top of the page."

Gibbs spent the next half hour learning about this website. By the time he was done, he had completed a profile and even added a few friends. Since McGee had told him that 'Friends' were just people that you knew, he was now awaiting requests from Abby, Tony, Ziva, Fornell and his wife, and even Palmer.

About thirty seconds after Gibbs had sent a friend request to Abby, she had raced down to the bullpen in a state of disbelief.

"It's true, Abby," McGee had told her when he saw her.

"It can't be!" she had exclaimed. "My Gibbs hates technology! He goes through cell phones like I go through Caf-Pow!"

"Tim, could you give us a minute?" he asked McGee, in a rare polite voice.

This day just gets weirder and weirder, Tim thought as he left the room.

"Abs, I'm getting old," Gibbs said. "I gotta stay at least a little up-to-date with technology, otherwise I'll be too far behind to do by job anymore. Sure, I'm a real field agent; I can't trace a call or even work my email, but I have to accept the fact that we live in a geek's world."

"Oh, Gibbs," Abby said, hugging him. "It's OK, you're great at what you do. I'm proud of you for taking the initiative. And you're not that old. You can still chase a guy twenty years younger than you and you're a legendary field agent. Look at the way the others look up to you. Tony and McGee both wanna be just like you. You're the spine of this team, Gibbs, you're the glue."

Gibbs smiled at the Goth. She always did know what to say to him.

...

Ziva didn't go on her Facebook much. Just occasionally when she wanted to know what her friends in Israel were up to. That was her main reason she had gotten an account three months back. She was friends with Abby, McGee and Palmer, but none of them were friends with Tony, and when she asked, it turned out he did not have an account. He said he might soon, when he got around to it. It was one of those things that you do when there's nothing else, like cleaning out your sock drawer.

Today she was feeling bored and just logged in to see what was happening. She was surprised to see she had a Friend Request, and even more surprised to see it was from Gibbs! Of course, she accepted, and then visited his page to see if it was actually real. And sure enough, it was. There was his photo, and a small list of friends, which included Tony! So he did get around to it.

Ziva added him too, and then wondered just how many Tony DiNozzos were out there, so she searched him, and the result that caught her attention was a page titled: Hating Tony DiNozzo. It had almost thirty members, obviously ex-girlfriends of his, and it was created by none other than Jeanne Benoit. So this was serious.

The group's picture was a photo of him with a big red cross through it, and it said, "If Tony DiNozzo ever hurt you, this is the group for you!"

Ziva knew this was bad, but she didn't really want to tell him now, and she didn't know what his reaction would be. She decided to tell him the next morning, at work.

...

"Are you serious?" Tony asked when he heard the news.

"Yes," Ziva replied.

"Jeez, I didn't think I'd ever have to go there again. I knew Jeanne took things hard but I didn't think she'd go that far."

"She's not the only one who took it hard, Tony." She looked into his eyes. They were glistening with bad memories.

"Well, there's not much I can do. People have a right to an opinion, I guess."

"You are taking this pretty well."

He shrugged. "Hey, while you were digging around, did you happen to look in my photos?"

"No. Why?"

"You can find out for yourself."

And so she did. Tony watched the expression on her face changed as she looked at all his photos from Paris, including what he called 'his favourite', the picture of her.

She scrolled down and saw three comments:

Abby Sciuto aww, ziva looks so good here

Tim McGee good photography man, too bad u got stuck with the couch

Richard Baker dude, is this your girlfriend? She's hot!

Whoever this Richard Baker was, he obviously didn't talk to Tony very often. Tony saw Ziva's surprised expression and read her mind.

"I don't talk to Rich very often. We went to college together."

Ziva nodded and looked at the caption: My favourite picture from Paris, Ziva looking at postcards. Maybe I should have been a photographer. Then again, I was working with a good model ;)

"I'm a good model?" she asked teasingly.

"Yeah, well, it's true, even if I had had a few beers before I wrote that," he replied.

Imagine what Jeanne would say if she saw that, Ziva thought, cringing.

"What?" Tony asked.

"Nothing," Ziva replied.

As for the photo, Ziva didn't mind that it was there. It was a pretty nice picture, and at least it wasn't the photo of her in a bikini in California. Touch wood.

A/N: So that's that! I know there wasn't much plot to it, but the next chapter will have more depth. I've already come up with a scene for it so I will get to work. Also I did want to say this: on the back of the S6 DVD, some poor photography there people. Vance's head is all u can see of him, and then Tony is slouched weirdly on a chair and is holding Abby's hand. Ziva is behind her and McGee is to her right. Ziva's hand is on McGee's shoulder and his hand is around her leg. Not happy Jan! No Tiva, no McAbby, and no Jibbs in seasons 3-5. Anyway, please review!