Disclaimer; Once again, I do not own NCIS or its characters and blah blah blahdy blah. I do however own this storyline, and the right to fantasize about the deliciously sexy Michael Weatherly whenever I damned well please. Yes mind, I'm rebelling against you! PS: Making a mental note to see a psychotherapist about this!

Authors Note; To anyone reading this. Before we start, I should point out that this was the very first NCIS story I wrote, so be prepared. You have been forewarned about the crappy-ness of this fic. Second of all, is crappy ness even a word? And third, I am completely aware that this story is all over the place and is filled with truck loads of dialogue. Like I said, first fic I wrote, so blame my experience. It switches from Tony's POV, to Abby's POV, to Kate's POV, to Abby's POV, to Abby and McGee's POV, back to Tony's POV, to…Well, you get the idea. Like I said confusing. If you're really stumped, feel free to message me and ask about it. OK, I'm raving now. Oh, one last thing. The title of the story won't really make sense until the latter chapters. And the ending is so outrageous. I was laughing when I wrote it 'cos it seems so Abby. BUT ON WITH THE SHOW!

Things in the NCIS bullpen were slow for a Monday. There were no pressing cases for the team to work on. Abby didn't have anything to analyze, even Ducky didn't have a body to attend to.

McGee was busy playing some sort of virtual game on his PC, Gibbs was in MTAC, presumably arguing with the Director, and Kate was playing around on her Palm Pilot.

Then there was Tony. NCIS Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. Resident skirt-chaser and a self-proclaimed 'Ladies Man'. Normally when he wasn't working, he was on the phone to, or emailing his latest 'catch'. But not this time, you see, Tony had fallen for someone, and he'd fallen hard. Real hard. He thought he was in love once or twice, but compared to this, they were nothing.

But this, this was real. This woman had Tony completely love-struck. He was totally infatuated with her, and treasured every milli-second he was in her presence. On more than a few occasions, he'd found himself resting back into his chair and visualizing telling this woman how he really felt about her, and that she wasn't just another one to add to his of flings.

The only downside of this dreaming was his fear of actually telling her what he so desperately wanted to. And the occasional slap to the back of the head, courtesy of Gibbs, who insisted that there was never 'nothing to do'. But if Tony ever had the chance to be with this woman, he'd let Gibbs slap him over the head every hour for the rest of his life. It would most definitely be worth it.

Tony had just woken from one of these dreams, and was on his way down to Abby's lab, where he found her playing poker on her laptop.

"Hey Abs, you winning?"

"As always. I'm so bored."

"I know what you mean. So how was your weekend?"

"Great! Kate and I went to some day spa thing on Saturday, and then spent the rest of the weekend in bed watching movies. In between some very interesting conversations."

"Sounds like fun."

"So what'd you do?" Abby asked, resting her head in her hands.

"Slept most of the weekend. Last week was pretty tiring."

"I know, Kate fell asleep during the best bits of Jaws. She musta been

pretty tired, cos the loves that movie."

"Kate likes Jaws? As in the big-ass shark Jaws?"

"Yeah."

"Interesting," Tony replied as he perked up from his slumped state in one of Abby's chairs. "I always had her pegged as the drama type."

"Are you kidding? She hates that stuff with a passion."

"Hmm, very interesting." He mused, trailing off in thought.

"So…. Have any interesting dreams in your sleep filled weekend?"

"Possibly." He replied hesitantly.

Her face lit up. "You had one of those dreams didn't you!"

"I never said that."

"You didn't need to. You know, you never did end up telling me who it was you dream about."

"And for a good reason too. You'd run off and tell her."

"Would not!" She exclaimed, pretending to be hurt. "It doesn't matter, you don't have to tell me….."

"…good."

"….I already know."

"You do what now?"

"I already know who Tony loves…" She sang to herself.

"Oh really?" Came a voice from behind them. Scaring the hell out of Tony, who swung around in his chair in record time.

"Kate, hi." He said, looking up at her.

She smiled back at him. "Hey Abs, did I leave my swimmers at your place?"

"You sure did. But I brought them in with me today, thought you might want them back. Plus, pink's not really my color."

Kate looked over at Tony, he was staring into space, looking at nothing in particular and by the looks of things, his mind was blank. He almost looked brain dead.

"What's up with him? He alright?" Kate whispered into Abby's ear.

"Oh yeah, he's fine. He's just daydreaming, again."

"He's been doing a lot of that lately."

"That's cos Tony's in looove." She mocked.