Did I ever mention how much I love you guys? No... well I love y'all. Was that me sucking up to my reviewersbecause I haven't updated in awhile? You betcha. Do I still really, really wantcha to read and review? Of course... please do cause I am sorry.

Kate picked a small table by the window to sit at while she waited for Tony to get his coffee. Most of the walk to the DC Bean had been occupied by the sounds of the two of them arguing over "the Tony Package" and what exactly it was. Tony claimed it was completely PG while Kate said that it sounded as "X-rated" as he was. By the time they'd reached the coffee shop the decided to just drop the topic... seeing as neither of them were winning.

As Tony stood in line and waited for the people to make his coffee "just right," Kate noticed a beautiful -slutty- blonde, standing beside him, flirting worse then he was. She didn't know why, but for some reason, this drove completely insane. Those gorgeous green eyes, that soft brown hair, that bright goofy smile... she saw it first. She saw Tony first so what was this blonde doing with him?

Without really realizing what she was doing, Kate lifted herself out of the chair, walked over to Tony and stood right between him and 'the blonde.' She reveled in the face she saw 'the blonde' make and even shocked herself by leaning in to kiss Tony. She felt his soft lips on hers and she gladly parted them to let his tongue slide through. Eyes still close and her mind in a haze, Kate kissed him deeper and only when 'the blonde' cleared her throat did her and Tony break apart.

A look of enchantment danced through her eyes and her arms still wrapped around Tony's neck, Kate stared contently at his face, studying the features that were always there, but she never really noticed.

"What was that for?" Tony asked, a smile evident on his lips.

"Just playing finders keepers," Kate replied, giving the hint to 'the blonde' to back off. "Thanks for the coffee DiNozzo." With that, Kate let go of Tony, left the coffee shopand made her way back to work.

"Wait Kate!" Tony yelled as he ran after her, coffee in hand. "What about our talk? I really wanted to help you... make you feel better. Ya know?" he said seriously.

"Don't worry Tony... problem solved. I feel great," she reiterated, looking back at him.

"So next time you come to work grumpy like that, I can just make out with you?" Kate smiled, but didn't answer, knowing very well that it would torture him. "Kate? Kate?" She just kept on walking as he he called after her. "Finders keepers remember? I'm all yours!"

McGee and Abby sat in the lab, running data through the computer, trying to compile a list of different places within a one-hundred mile radius where you can possibly get cyanide.

McGee noticed that Abby was strangely hyper... well, more hyper than she had been in a week or so. Almost like her old self... almost. "How many Caf-Pow's have you had today Abby?" he questioned.

"You know... the usual," she replied, swearing inside herself for being so... her old self. McGee was bound to guess that something was up.

"Mmm... trust me. I think you've had more than the usual cause I am getting jumpy just looking at you."

"While some people drown their sorrows in drugs and alcohol, I prefer caffiene. Now make lists faster and get crackin' before Gibbs decides to crack you one."

"I think you mean crack us."

"Gibbs would never hit a lady," Abby said, slightly appalled that McGee would suggest a thing.

"Exactly, so I suggest we get started."

Abby gave him her best Gibbs glare than took another sip of her Caf-Pow, feeling her adrenaline rush with every breath. This whole case was taking quite a toll on her and she needed a way to escape. With Nick dead, no leads and her the main suspect she decided that a good "sugar high"or "caffiene overdose" was the best way to just get away from it all.

"Yo Abbs!" McGee screamed.

"Yo Timmy... my eardrum," she replied, rubbing her ear.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes."

"Sorry. La la land," she defended.

"I was wondering. How about dinner tonight? To get your mind off things. It'll be like old times."

"Aww McGee. That is so sweet but... I can't. It would just be wierd. I mean, I love you McGee. I love you like there is no tomorrow, but there is a reason they call it old times. It's just, over," Abby explained. She hated turning him down like this because she loved him, just not the way she used to. New things and new people were on her mind now-a-days. Unfortunately, he wasn't one of them.

After telling her that he may have to fire her, asking her to dinner was the last thing she expected, but how could she have said no to those amazing blue eyes and soft silver hair? It was all too tempting. Abby had always imagined what it would be like to date her boss... well this boss and she couldn't resist.

At seven thirty, on the dot, she heard her doorbell ring. Opening the door, she saw him standing there, the man she fantasized about everyday and dreamt about every night.

Gibbs' eyes sparkled as he looked at her and his heart raced. This was a different Abby. Different and yet still surprisingly the same. Her dark black hair had been tied in two low curled pigtails. Replacing the normal baggy pants and black shirt was a tight fitting black dress that stopped just above the knee and tied around the neck. Looking down at her feet, he expected the army boots, but was surprised to see black stillettos that strapped across the top of her foot and ankle. Running his eyes along her body, back up to her face, he noticed that her make-up was even slightly different. Of course there was the unmistakable dark red lipstick, but her eye shadow was white and her eyeliner ran along the bottom of her eye precisely, bringing out her vibrant green eyes. She was beautiful... radiant... breath taking.

"You look beautiful Abby." Gibbs complemented, holding out his hand to her.

"Thanks," she said, taking his hand as she closed the door behind her. "I wasn't sure what exactly to wear, but I figured you would take me somewhere that served better food than McDonalds."

"Good guess," he laughed. "We are going to La Paire."

"French... I like. I was afraid that I was going to be overdressed." Then she caught herself thinking... who cares if I am overdressed. Hopefully I won't need clothes later on. Abby! What? Just stop... she blushed.

Finally... the Gabby has come. Oh and the Tate! My next chapter is in the works so expect it out, like very soon (as long as my computer doesn't go haywire again.)