Abby: If I keep going to crazy town every time one of you gets hurt, I will have to get my mail forwarded…
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"I suppose things could have been worse…" Tony spouted, grabbing handful of popcorn from the bowl. "He could have died."
Abby punched him hard enough that a popcorn kernel almost lodged in his throat. "Bite your tongue!"
"I think I just did…" He placed his hand near his mouth. "Listen, I'm just saying; there's no use in getting all worked up, unless, well, there's a use in getting all worked up."
Abby looked sideways at him. "Are you sure those head slaps aren't doing permanent damage?."
He mocked her with a signature expression. "Trust me Abby, there's really nothing to worry about…"
"Coming from the guy who has more lives than a cat…Tony you're the reason for the four grey hairs I have…" She held up four fingers to illustrate her point.
"You have grey hair?"
"That's not the point. The point is, is that I can't stop worrying. I don't know how to get past it…I was doing fine there for a while but then the Director got killed…then Agent Langer, who by the way, took your place…then…"
"Abby," he put his hand up to silence her. "What would Gibbs say to that kind of talk?"
"He'd glare at me with his 'don't be silly' look, and give me a Caf Pow to make me feel better."
Tony squinted his eyes at her. "How's that?"
"You need the silver hair…"
"Can I borrow four of yours?" He managed to smile before he was punched for the second time that night. "Okay, hey, I'm sorry, look, can we just put aside all this depressing stuff and watch the movie…"
She turned towards the TV. "Fine, what are we watching?"
Tony grabbed the remote. "Saving Private Ryan…"
"But almost everybody dies in that one…"
He hit play with a smile. "Yeah, so?"