Ziva and Abby parked in McGee's lot, towards the back. They had stopped to get a Caf-Pow and some water for Ziva, giving McGee ample time to get home.

McGee's car was parked, and empty. There seemed to be no movement from his apartment, but they could wait.

Finally, through the open window, they saw him moving around. Ziva squinted to see what he was doing.

"I can't see him, and binoculars are too conspicuous."

"We'll just have to get closer." Abby said as she opened the door and exited.

"Abby, no! He'll see you!!" Ziva called. Abby dropped to a crouch as she ran behind the cars. Ziva swore and exited the car, too, also dropping to a crouch to follow Abby.

Abby went right up to his apartment and hid in some bushes. Ziva scrambled in beside her.

"Thank God for shrubbery." Abby whispered.

"Abby, do you know how much of a risk we stand of being caught?" Ziva said as she yanked Abby, who was leaning through the railings, backwards.

"Yeah, but you're a special agent. This is what you do."

"So does he." Ziva reminded the otehrwise genius forensic scientist.

"Shh...listen." Abby cupped a hand to her ear. "He's typing. Must be working on his book. Maybe he's not going out tonight."

"No, I definitely heard him making plans."

"Did you hear where they're going to be?"

"No, I can only assume they'll be meeting at their place."

Abby gasped in horror. "They have a place?!"

Ziva clapped a hand over her mouth. "Forget that I said that!"

"Oh, this is a war now! This little Muffy/Gina-Marie/THING! is going down!" Abby hissed, grabbing Ziva's hand she led her out into the parking lot, crouching down behind the cars. "We're taking a direct approach now."

"What do you mean?"

"If they have a place, we'll be at that place. And we'll be very conspicuous."

"Abby..." Ziva said, warningly.

"What? What could go wrong?"

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Abby sat impatiently in front of her lap top, waiting for some movement. She had changed for the night, into a midnight blue corset dress, with a black lace overlay, laced in the back with silver ribbons; on her feet were shiny black Mary Jane stilettos. Her hair was around her face in Pin-Up waves.

Ziva sat in an arm chair, tapping the armrests. She had changed into black slacks with black pumps and a black, V-Neck Cashmere sweater.

"We have movement! Come on, lady!" Abby jumped up, picking up the lap top and hurrying out the door, Ziva close on her heels. Once in Ziva's car, Abby focused on the movement of McGee's car on the screen. "Let's see where she lives."

The dot on the screen was in a high end neighborhood and finally stopped. Abby snorted. "Ah, so she's rich. Was this introduction courtesy of your multi-millionaire psycho ex?"

Five minutes later, the dot was moving again. Ziva risked a glance at the screen and took note of the current location and direction. "Yeah, they're going to their place."

"We need to get there first." Abby looked at Ziva pointedly. Ziva smiled and pressed down on the gas.

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Ziva and Abby had monopolized a booth with a perfect view of the whole bar. Abby was nursing a martini, intensely watching the door. Ziva was drinking a beer and waving off would-be suitors.

"Hey, guys..."

"No." Ziva said sharply, without looking up.

"Geeze, Ziva, can't let me get a whole sentence out?"

Ziva's head shot up. "Tony! What are you doing here?"

"I'm meeting up with McGee and Stacy." He said as he squeezed in beside Ziva.

"Traitor." Abby hissed under her breath.

Tony glanced at her. "What?"

"Nothing!" Abby flashed him a sweet smile, then took a big sip of her martini.

"So, what are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, just having some girl time. Without guns and blood."

"That's nice. You ladies are looking lovely. Very dressed up. Trying to pick up some guys?"

"One will be sufficient." Ziva remarked.

"For the two of you? Cuz if that's the case, I would be happy to offer my services." Tony smirked, laying an arm across the back of the booth.

"I don't know, Tony, I think Ziva and I might be more than you can handle."

"Really? Would you like to test this theory?"

"NO TONY!!" The two women asserted.

"OK! Got it! Just a joke! Light humor! Anyways, I meant to ask, you guys got some sort of vendetta against McGee?"

"A vendetta? Us?" Abby fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

"Yeah. A vendetta. You. With your crazy glares and backhanded comments all day long."

"I've been polite to McGee!"

"Yeah, when you weren't acknowledging his presence." Tony glanced towards the door.

"Speak of the devil!"

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