"Honestly, Timmy, two for two," Abby sighed as she typed away fiercely at her computer. McGee looked up from the evidence he was observing on the table behind her.

"Excuse me?"

"First you fireman carry Ziva out of a burning building – which we could get behind as plausible – but bridal carrying Tony through the woods?" she turned, hands on hips. "What are you trying to prove here?"

"Prove?" he stood a bit too fast, accidently knocking some of the files onto the floor along with a small shoe box, the contents spilling. "Ah!"

"What, too heavy to pick up?" Abby mocked.

"I'm not proving anything. Ziva was in danger, and I was able to save her. And Tony wouldn't shut up, so I got him to." McGee grimaced as he reflected.

In the long run, he should have let Tony complain the whole way back, walking together step by step. After he got them to base camp, the man had run away from the medic ward at every possible moment to corner him and try to lift his shirt up, demanding to his 'abs'. Eventually, the nice warden in medical was nice enough to 'advise' a low-level sedative for Tony's 'pain' that effectively knocked him stone cold for the remaining three days they spent on the naval base.

Once returned, Tony hadn't shut up about the event, telling anyone who he could entrap to listen to him; like an equally proud and annoying brother, the whole of NCIS soon enough heard. Now on a day to day he was asked about his gym routine, what his bench was, if he was free to help move some stuff at a co-worker's house or a few sexual innuendos thrown his way. He wasn't Tony; he was certainly not thriving under the newfound attention.

And he truly feared Tony – the man was still intent on seeing if he had abs.

"Well, I'm sure this'll all blow over as long as you don't make a habit of heavy lifting your team mates." Abby wagged her finger at him with a smile as she knelt to pick up the paper's he dropped. Shuffling them, she handed them back up.

"Trust me, I'm done doing good deeds if this is the hassle I get. No more carrying any of you."

Compiling the items that fell out of the shoe box, Abby picked up a small, round black speaker. With her touch, it activated, a little blue light flashing to signal it was on. Frowning for a moment, Abby watched it turn red, before a piecing alarm was let rip from the tiny device.

In shock, Abby flung the speaker down and without a second thought, flung herself at McGee, whom too was surprised by the sudden sound. In a true comedic fashion, Abby hoisted herself up into his arms, her own clinging round his neck. McGee in return, held her close to him, further confused by the events that were unfolding.

By the time either of their sense kicked in, they found Gibbs striding into the room and with one swift movement, stomped down on the speaker and shattering it in one go. With its destruction under the team leader's foot, the piecing alarm ceased, the only thing left behind was its crushed pieces and a ringing in all their ear.

No one said a word as Gibbs gave them an annoyed look that turned to one of amusement when he too realised what was in front of him. The small smile their boss gave them ever so unnerved McGee.

"You okay there, boss?"

"Oh yah, just enjoying the fuel you're adding to your own fire. It's amusing, especially since you're trying so hard to extinguish it." Frowning, the metaphor went entirely over McGee's head.

It wasn't until a second later Tony walked into the room - to witness Abby in McGee's arms – did the younger agent understand.

"MCGEE! Put her down and show me your super-secret abs!"

"Tony! No! I have no abs!" The younger agent pleaded.

"LIAR! SHOW ME YOUR PALMER ABS!"

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