"Guess what happened this morning?" Abby asked McGee eagerly.
"What?" asked McGee.
"You have to guess first!"
"Abby, if I'm not upstairs in ten minutes, Gibbs will wonder if I only volunteered to bring down the evidence bags to see you," warned McGee.
"Which you totally did," retorted Abby.
"Well . . . maybe a little. Just tell me what happened this morning!" said McGee, hastily changing the subject.
"You know that creepy guy in Accounting?" questioned Abby.
"The one with the strange eyes?"
"Exactly. Anyway, we were in the elevator this morning . . . and he tried to pinch Ziva's butt!" she confided excitedly.
"That's unbelievable!" grinned McGee.
"I know!" squealed Abby.
"Is he going to be okay?" McGee wanted to know.
"Well, the doctors said he was in stable condition. With some serious rehab, he might even regain partial use of his hand," Abby reported.
"Hmm. Ziva must have been in a forgiving mood."