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Ziva walked downstairs to see how Abby was doing. It had been five weeks since the incident, and McGee and Abby were doing fine. Well, they weren't on as good as terms as they were before that night, but they were friends again whatsoever. Anyway, Ziva was in the elevator when she heard steps running up the stairs. Following the sound as soon as she got off the elevator, it led her to the ladies restroom, where Gibbs, McGee, and DiNozzo were already.

"What's going on?" she asked Gibbs.

"Abby ran through to the bathroom, she's in there throwing up." Gibbs explained. Ziva looked at McGee, and knew he was thinking the same thing she was.

"It's okay, guys. I'll drive her home. I'm sure she just has the flu." Ziva said softly. She exchanged a look with McGee, before he followed everyone else out.

"Flu. Yeah." he muttered.

"Abby?" Ziva called.

Abby stopped coughing long enough to answer. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah. You're right, I'm sure it's the flu. But I can't go home. I'm the only forensic here today, so I can't leave." Abby said, determined.

"Everyone needs a sick day." Ziva said. She practically had to force Abby into the car to get her home.

"Zee, I'm fine. I've been sick before." Abby complained the whole way home.

"Abby." Ziva warned. They pulled up to Abby's apartment.

"Well, my car is still at NCIS. How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow?" Abby challenged.

"I'll come get you." Ziva promised and then left. So Abby had no choice but to just go to her bed and sleep. But she wasn't tired, so she turned on some music and played some games on her computer. Then she went on myspace. And then facebook. And then checked her email. Then she went to another one of her online RPGs. Then she went on MSN.

McGeek72: Hey Abs.

lilgothgurl: hey McGee

McGeek72: How're u feeling?

lilgothgurl: fine. I don't even feel sick

McGeek72: what do you think it was this morning?

lilgothgurl: I have no clue. food poisoning? flu?

McGeek72: you don't think it was anything to do with… u know.

lilgothgurl is pending

McGeek72: Sorry abs. I'm not bringing it up again. 4get I said anything.

lilgothgurl: k. no I don't think it has to do with that.

McGeek72: k good.

lilgothgurl: so how was work???

McGeek72: well… I kinda was in ur lab all day because we didn't have a forensic and I'm the second best thing. Ur the BEST.

lilgothgurl: aw thanks timmy!

McGeek72: so I'll c u work 2morrow?

lilgothgurl: if Z lets me… =P

McGeek72: Good night Amy Sutton.

lilgothgurl: lol. Night McGregor.

The next morning, Abby looked at her phone to have a text message. It read, "Abs, can not make it. mcgee coming 2 get u. c u work. –zee" Abby rolled her eyes, of course. Ziva was so 'sneaky'.

About thirty minutes later (after showering, straightening her hair, putting it in pigtails, getting dressed, and eating breakfast), she heard a knock on her door. "Hello Tim." Abby greeted.

"Hey Abs. Are you ready?" McGee asked.

"Yup!" Abby grabbed her purse and grinned. She followed him out to his car. He turned on the radio and they rode in silence, except for the occasional humming of one of the two during a recognized song.

When they were about five miles from the exit to get to NCIS, Abby urgently said, "Tim, pull over."

"Abby I can't we're on the freeway." McGee protested.

"Now!" she demanded. McGee drove across three lanes to pull off into the nearest exit. Once they got off the freeway he pulled over.

Abby jumped out of the car and ran over to the bushes. After five minutes of throwing up, she stood up and walked back to the car. "Tim, do you have any water? I have a really gross taste in my mouth." she wrinkled her nose.

"I'm taking you home; you're still sick." McGee instructed.

"No! Tim, please I feel fine. Please don't tell anyone, they'll make me go home." Abby begged. After five more minutes of arguing, McGee gave up.

"Fine. But you really should rest if you're sick. The flu doesn't just go away if you don't rest." McGee rolled his eyes. He handed her a water bottle and went back on the freeway. "What should we tell Gibbs why we're late?"

Abby shrugged. "I don't know. We got lost."

"Going to work? I don't think so. We go here every day." McGee said sarcastically.

"Oh never mind… You got lost on the way to get me?" Abby suggested again.

"Gibbs knows that I know where your apartment is by heart. I could drive there with my eyes closed."

"Really?" Abby raised her eyebrows. "You overslept?"

"Why did I oversleep? Why can't you oversleep?" McGee demanded.

"I slept all day yesterday, Tim." Abby shrugged.

"Not an excuse that makes me look irresponsible." McGee commanded.

"We got a flat tire?" Abby suggested.

"That would take longer than just ten minutes, which is about how late we are." McGee vetoed again.

"Okay McCranky." Abby stopped talking to laugh. "Sorry it's so funny when Tony does it I can't help myself."

"Did you feel that?" McGee asked.

Abby shook her head, "N—yes." they pulled over to see that McGee had a flat tire. "I'll call Gibbs." she laughed.

"I'll call the repair shop." McGee said sulkily.

"Wait, don't. Do you have a spare tire?" Abby asked.

"Yes, but I don't know how to put it on." McGee admitted.

"You don't even know how to put on a tire? Man, you are a geek. Just kidding, actually I'm not. I'll put on the spare and you can go get a real tire after work. Okay?" Abby smiled.

"Ok, I'll call Gibbs."

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"McGee! Abby! What took you so long?" Gibbs ordered.

Abby rolled her eyes. "McGee can't change a tire. So I had to, and I'm a little slower than your average car repair man. But at least I can change a tire in the first place." she smirked and went down to her lab, and the day went on as normal.

One silent moment of the day, Ziva snuck down to Abby's lab.

"Hey Abs." she greeted.

"Hey, Zee. What are you doing this weekend?" Abby asked.

"Nothing. Why?" Ziva asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I don't have any plans, so I was wondering if you wanted to have a girls' night out." Abby explained. "Or you can stay over at my place and we can watch movies or something!" Abby grinned, super excited.

"Sure, Abby. Whatever you want." Ziva laughed. "Hey, I brought you this." she pulled out a box. "Promise me you'll use it."

"No." Abby refused. "Ziva I'm not pregnant."

"No, you're in denial. You're having morning sickness." Ziva insisted.

"Ziva David. I. Am. Not. Pregnant. I would know. If I thought I was pregnant I would have already taken a test." Abby assured her.

"Whatever you say, Abs." Ziva rolled her eyes.

Then Gibbs walked in. "Find anything, Abby?" Ziva quickly hid the test behind her back and walked out of the room backwards, hoping Gibbs wouldn't notice.

"Yes, the partial on the knife matches the sister's print. The mystery-blood on the knife matches the sister's too. She must have nicked herself while trying to stab her brother." Abby explained.

"That's good work, Abs." Gibbs said, and left to go take the sister into custody.

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That Saturday night, Ziva walked up to Abby's apartment and knocked on the door. Abby came bouncing to the door, a huge smile on her face. "Hi Zee!" she greeted.

"Hi Abby. What are we watching?" Ziva asked.

"Well, I have three movies I can't decide between. My Best Friend is a Vampire, I Was a Teenage Zombie, and Children of the Living Dead. " Ziva laughed at Abby's choices.

Abby smiled back, "Pick a movie."

"Um, the vampire one I guess." Ziva shrugged.

"Good choice." Abby smiled. "Hey did you read Twilight?"

"Who didn't? The movie sucked though." Ziva smiled. "New Moon was better."

"Oh, I know! Taylor Lautner is hot… For a eighteen year old. The book was okay, but she totally went against the 'rules' of vampirism." Abby chattered as she put in the movie.

The two gossiped, watched the movie, talked some more, ate ice cream, watched another movie, and then went to bed in the early hours of the morning. Everything was back to normal.

Everything was forgotten.

Everything was over.

Everyone makes mistakes; nobody's perfect. But if you make a mistake, you try to keep it in, right? As humans, we don't want to let anyone else see our flaws. But what if the result of your mistake is so obvious that you can't keep it hidden?

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"Abby's been sick a lot lately." Tony commented.

"Yes, what about it?" Ziva asked, squirming in her chair.

"Well, I wonder if she should go to the doctor. I'm worried about her." Tony mumbled.

"You're worried about her?" Tim spoke up.

"Oh, don't worry McEvs-dropper. It's in a brotherly way." Tony said. McGee rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. "Anyway, now that he's gone, you know what's going on."

"No I do not!" Ziva protested.

"Maybe she has something treatable. What if Abby has swine flu?" Tony laughed.

"Don't laugh! What if it's true?"

Tony's face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning. "Ziva! You said DON'T and IT'S!"

"I did?" Ziva asked, "I did not mean to."

Tony's face fell slightly. "And then you said 'did not'. Well, it's a start."

Ziva smiled softly. "Yes, it is a start."

"IT'S a start." Tony coached.

"Oh, whatever!"