"Kate you shouldn't have left me… you shouldn't have… now your gone." He whimpered.

Tony felt like he was falling, and would never stop. When he landed the breath was knocked out of him, but the ground underneath was soft, like his bed.

The buzzing woke him up. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz "Shuttup! I heard you!" He groaned, slamming his fist on the snooze button of his alarm. He rubbed his eyes. It will have been a year in one week since Ziva came to replace Kate.

Tony grudgingly got out of bed. Being team leader meant he couldn't just hit the snooze button, like he did; he had to be on time. Today was his last day at work, till he went on the trip to Germany director Sheppard was forcing him to go on. He got ready for work and threw on a suite, grabbed his keys, and jogged down the stairs of his apartment building to his car.

Twenty minutes later, he walked through the elevator doors, Starbucks cup in hand. He walked past his former desk where the new probie sat, she glanced up and said hello. Ziva and McGee where not at their desks, not unusual, McGee was probably in the lab, and Ziva, was well Ziva. For all Tony knew she could be out assassinating someone at that very moment.

Tony sat down at his desk, "Gibbs' old desk." He thought with a pang of sorrow, "At least he's still alive, unlike…" His thoughts where interrupted by the new Probie, Special agent Morrison talking. She was a mousy, book nerd type of person, who seemed to know everything under the sun, except how to be an NCIS agent.

She cleared her throat, "Special agent DiNozzo? Special agent David has yet to show up for work, and Special agent McGee is down in the lab again."

"Don't worry about Ziva, and what's wrong with McGee being in the lab?" Tony said.

"Well, he seems to spend so much time down there with Abigail that I'm afraid it's unhealthy for him. Mentally I mean, hanging around a person like that."

Tony was about to say something when Ziva walked into the bullpen, swinging her bag over desk, and walking up, "A person like that? What's wrong with Abby?" she said, emphasizing Abby's name, obviously annoyed that the probie insisted on calling her Abigail.

"Well. I mean, erm, nothing. Forget I ever said anything." She said obviously losing confidence, she wasn't even looking at Ziva, but was still intimidated by her. Special agent Morrison shuffled back to her desk, avoiding Ziva's gaze. Tony shook his head, if she couldn't accept everyone as they where, she'd never be a true part of the team.

Five minutes later Tony got an Email. He clicked on the little mailbox and opened up a letter labeled 'Probie'

From: ZivaDavid

To: Tonyboi

How'd this Probie even get into NCIS?

-Ziva

P.s. are you ever going to change your email address? You're a team leader now 'Tonyboi' doesn't cut it.

Tony often found himself wondering the same thing about the new probie. How did she get in?

From: Tonyboi

To: ZivaDavid

I really don't know. Ask the Director.

Oh, and I wouldn't be complaining bout my Email Address, yours is plain as well, your own name, Zee-vah.

-Tony

He shook his head, and hit 'send' just because he was acting Boss-like didn't mean he had to talk like Gibbs all the time. Ziva was right, the probie wasn't NCIS material, and Angela Morrison really was getting on his nerves. She constantly judged everyone. Tony had the sneaking suspicion that she thought Ziva was a spy, Abby was suicidal and corrupting McGee's mind, and that Ducky was to old to know what he was talking about.

Tony blinked as another email came on his screen he opened it. It read:

From: DarkAngelAbby

To: Tonyboi

Tony & Ziva,

Tony, Ziva just told us (McGee and Me) what that little witch said. One of you shoot her for me will yah? If not, I'm sure I can come up with a less messy and less obvious way to kill her. After all, remember, I am one of the few people in the world who can kill her and leave NO. FORENSIC. EVIDENCE.

Abby D

Any normal human would be disturbed that Abs could talk about killing someone and add a smiley face in the same email, but then again no one accept Morrison was normal around here.

Ziva flashed him a glance, she too must have read the message. He was thinking, that she was thinking, "Tempting… Very tempting. I wonder how easy it would be to convince ducky to rule Morrison's autopsy as 'Natural causes'."