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The sympathetic look that Abby had given Tony as they had walked from the lab to the gym did nothing to improve Kate's mood. Whilst Tony dragged his heels getting changed she took out some of her anger on the body bag, feeling unsatisfied when her punches moved it only a couple of inches. Turning her back on Abby's startled look she threw her whole weight into the punches. She was so intent on what she was doing she missed Tony's loud gulp.

Abby patted Tony's shoulder affectionately and winced as Kate landed a few more heavy punches in quick succession on the bag. She couldn't help but feel that Tony would need more than a little luck just to be able crawl out of the gym once Kate was done with him. Although she trusted Gibbs implicitly, she couldn't help but feel that he might have misjudged this situation. She made an executive decision and cleared her throat.

"Guys, I want a nice clean wrestling match here."

Two pairs of eyes looked over at her. One with confusion, the other with abject gratefulness. She turned her back on them and walked over to the mats, away from the ring to emphasise her statement.

"Hold on Abby. Didn't you listen when we explained? Gibbs said for you to referee while we fight."

Kate's tone was confrontational and bordering on aggressive. Abby chose to ignore it.

"He sure did. And last time I looked, wrestling was fighting. Seeing as I'm the referee, what I say goes. Now, let's rumble!"

"Yeah Katie," Tony chimed in, "don't mess with the referee!"

Both women, as one, stared at him as if he'd grown another head. It was as if his mouth had a death wish for the rest of his body. If that wasn't bad enough, his eyes joined the kill-Tony quest as they unsubtly fixated on where Kate's T-shirt had moulded itself to her body, or rather the most prominent part of her body.

It was like waving a red rag in front of an enraged bull.

Kate charged.

Abby closed her eyes.

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