Chapter 13 - Driving Along

"Are we there yet?" Abby asked from the back seat of the black Suburban that Tony had 'acquired' from the NCIS parking garage. The question wasn't really to anyone in particular; more like to whomever was listening.

"No Abby, we're not there yet," Tony responded with a sigh. It was the third time Abby had asked, and Tony's nerves were already shot. He hated driving in the snow, and the snow storm they were currently traveling in was beginning to intensify. Most of all, he was worried for Gibbs.

A few minutes passed. The team sat in the SUV with relative silence; the only sounds were the monotonous noise of the windshield wipers and Kate's occasional instructions to Tony regarding what road to take next.

Abby couldn't stand being this quiet. She, against Ducky's advice, had had one last Caff-Pow fix before they had all piled into the Suburban. Being quiet and sitting still for long periods of time just weren't her thing. "Ok, how about now?" she asked. "Are we there yet?"

Kate turned around from the front passenger's seat. "Abby, we've only been on the road for forty five minutes. It usually takes about two hours to get to Philadelphia, and it's going to take another forty five from there. And all this snow isn't helping any," Kate said as she frowned. She looked to McGee, who was seated to the right of Abby. "Tim, can you pull up a weather report on your PDA?"

McGee nodded, "Yea, just give me one second." He tapped the screen a few times with the pen. "Come on… The signal's not too good right now; it's taking longer than it should. Wait, what the?"

Abby looked at McGee's PDA and wrinkled up her nose. "Ew McGee, that's gross!" she exclaimed as she punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow, Abby! It's not my fault, it's some stupid pop-up! I don't look at that stuff!" McGee stated in defense.

"Look at what, Probie? You got a little of the nasty on there?" Tony inquired from the driver's seat. "See Kate, McGee isn't above that! All men look at porn at one point or another. It's just a man's way of life."

Kate shot him a look. "Not all men are dysfunctional like you, Tony." She turned to Ducky, who was seated on the left side of Abby. "Ducky, did you ever…well, you know?"

Ducky smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Why no, I can't say I have, Caitlyn. I don't find that women degrading themselves is a form of entertainment."

Tony was taken aback. "You mean to tell me that you've never seen porn before, Ducky?"

Ducky thought for a moment. "Well, not on purpose. This reminds me of the time when ---" And, much to the dismay of other passengers in the car, Ducky went on to tell the story of how he once found a 'special video' in his mother's room before they moved to America.

McGee's PDA finally beeped as the weather forecast loaded onto the screen. "It says here that this storm is going to hit Pennsylvania the hardest, starting around 10PM. It hasn't started snowing there yet, or if it has, it's only flurrying. The weatherman is predicting a wet snow that will accumulate, um, a lot."

Kate whipped around and looked at McGee with big brown eyes. "Define 'a lot,' Tim."

McGee gulped, "It s-says anywhere from, from 48 to 54 inches of snow, Kate."

Kate turned to Tony, "What if Gibbs is still tied to that tree? If he's still alive, he won't survive all that snow! It'll bury him!"

Tony put one hand on Kate's shoulder. "We promised to get him, Kate. And we will," Tony said with confidence. "Buckle up, everyone. We're going to make record time here," he stated, punching the accelerator.