Ziva sits at her desk, tapping her ink pen, on her desk. She stares at the empty desk, across the aisle way. McGee stops in front of her desk.
"Where did he go?"
"The hospital."
"Ziva?"
"Yes, McGee?" she looks up, making eye contact.
"Tell me, why did you decide to come back to work, so soon? I mean you only took three weeks."
"It is my way of dealing with things. I couldn't sit in an empty house, any longer. It was driving me crazy. It's funny, sometimes silence, is the most deafening sound that there is."
"Don't you wish you could be with her?"
"He is with her all day. I... this is the only thing that I can do, to survive. I am not good with emotions. From a very early age, I was taught that you work. No matter what is going on in your life, you work."
"You didn't want to go with him?"
"He can handle it."
"You don't..."
"He's coming here," she reveals.
"Oh. So are you going home, with them?"
"McGee, it is three o'clock. By the time we are able to pry her out of Abby's arms, it will be time to go home."
"I can't believe that you wouldn't let us see her."
"We did not want any of you to see her, hooked up to wires, looking sickly. She's fat, and pink now."
They hear the elevator doors open. They turn, and find Abby running towards them. She stops, when she reaches them, with a camera, in hand.
"Where is she? Are they here, yet?"
"No," Ziva shakes her head.
"I want to see her!" Abby shrieks.
"I assure you, she's worth the wait," Gibbs enter the room.
"You've seen her?"
"Yes," he nods.
"That isn't fair. why does he get to see her, but I don't?"
"You will get to see her," Ziva promises.
"She's six weeks old, and I haven't even been allowed to see a picture of her," Abby complains.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Are you at least going to tell us her name?"
"No," Ziva shakes her head.
They stare at her, while they wait, for Tony to arrive. After a few moments, they all begin staring, at the elevator. Gibbs looks at his watch, and then to his team.
"Don't the three of you have work to do?" He questions.
"Right, boss," McGee nods, scampering off to his computer.
Ziva takes a seat at her desk. She begins typing, furiously. Abby remains frozen. Gibbs moves towards her. She keeps her feet planted, and folds her arms across her chest. She looks him in the eyes.
"No," she shakes her head.
"You don't have work to do?"
"I do."
"Then why aren't you doing it?"
"I am not leaving here, until I see my goddaughter."
"Really?"
"You can't make me. I have waited a month, and a half to see her. I haven't seen her, or held or, and I am not going back to the lab until I get to."
"Really?"
She swallows hard, "Yes."
"Then, at least have a seat," he suggests.
"Fine," she nods, taking a step towards Tony's desk.
She takes a seat at his desk, and proceeds to put her feet on his desk. Gibbs furrows his brow, as he looks at her. He cocks his head, as he scrutinizes his favorite forensic scientist.
"What?" she raises an eyebrow.
"No dog collar?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"No chains?" he notes.
"Nope."
"No jewelry, of any sort?"
"No," Abby admits.
"You're wearing sneakers," he points to her black Chuck's.
"Yep."
"Why?"
"I don't want to wear anything that will hurt the baby."
He takes a step closer. He stares at her hair.
"Is your hair wet?" he inquires.
"It is," she nods.
"Why?" he takes another step closer, and inhales.
"Um..."
"You smell like soap," Gibbs adds.
"I know."
"Why?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Because I like soap," she tries to wriggle out of his line of questioning.
"Are those the clothes that you were wearing earlier?"
Ziva looks up from her computer, at this point, and looks at Abby, "No," Ziva reveals, returning her focus to her computer screen.
"Why did you change your clothes?"
"I had to," she admits.
"Why?"
"I took a shower," Abby answers.
"You took a shower?"
"In the decontamination shower," Abby confirms.
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to get all the microorganisms off me, before she got here."
The elevator doors open. DiNozzo steps out, with a baby carrier, and a diaper bag. Abby jumps out of his seat, and runs towards him. She pulls the blanket off the carseat, before he can even make it to his desk. She begins unbuckling, before he can sit the carseat down.
"She's beautiful," Abby coos.
"Sit," DiNozzo answers.