Six months passed and Jethro stormed into his office.
"Somebody wake up on the wrong side of the room this morning?" Ziva directed towards Gibbs.
"It's BED, Ziva. Did somebody wake up on the wrong side of the BED!" Tony chastised her.
"Shut up," Gibbs growled.
"Ohh," Tony and Ziva were taken aback.
The elevator rang and in stormed Abby.
Tony glided over to Ziva and his eyes widened at the death glare on Abby's face that was directed at Gibbs.
"Gibbs!" She yelled.
"What?" He spat.
"This is it then?!"
"Well, I guess if it's what you want then, yeah, it is!" He said, grinding his teeth.
"This isn't what I want! I want you to talk to me!" Her face was becoming red.
"I talk to you all day," His words were slow and deliberate.
"I don't want to talk about work. I want to talk about other things!"
"Like what Abby?! There isn't one god damned thing I wouldn't do for you and one god damned thing I wouldn't tell you and yet you stand here accusing me of not talking to you…in PUBLIC!" He was fuming with anger.
"You want to know what I want to talk about? What everyone in this room wants to talk about with you?"
"Oh, so now it's club?"
"This is like an episode of Jerry Springer except no flying chairs," Tony whispered to Ziva.
"Yeah, Jethro, it is a club. We all care about you. We all love you. We all want to know you but you just runaway just like you're doing now. You'll run from me when the going gets tough," The veins in her neck were sticking out.
"What in the hell do you want to talk about then?! Go on! Speak up!" He glared from Tony to Ziva to McGee to Abby and then back to Tony.
Tony recoiled like he'd struck him, "Shannon and Kelly," Abby said quietly.
Gibbs closed his eyes as if he'd just been branded with a hot coal, right over his chest. He sighed heavily and then opened his eyes and let them slowly travel to meet Abby's. They were warning and they were dangerous.
"Don't look at me that way, Jethro," She warned him.
"There's nothing to talk about," he said with finality.
"Yeah, there is. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe your other marriages didn't work out because you had this gaping hole you wouldn't fill? You refuse to talk about them. It's okay to hurt, Jethro, and it's okay to cry. It's okay to feel weak. We just want to know. You say you trust us and you love us but you refuse to open up to us."
Gibbs hesitated, and exhaled sharply, "There's nothing to talk about."
"Yeah, there is," Abby said and Tony, Ziva and McGee all moved to stand behind her.