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Safe House
"Why does this place look so familiar?" Tony asked from the couch.
"Because you actually have been here before," a different voice answered him.
"Kate?"
"Tony, I'm shocked," she said. "You can't remember my house?"
He groaned. "It's not like anything memorable happened here, so why would I remember your old house, Captain Morris?"
She sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll admit it has been a long time since anyone's been here, including me."
Tony smiled. "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to catch up on some sleep."
"One problem Tony," Kate interrupted.
He stared at her.
"There's only one bed, and Ziva's already asleep in it."
He shrugged. "Nothing new there," he said. "Night, Kate."
"Night, Tony," she replied, turning off the lights and returning to the surveillance room they had set up.
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NCIS Headquarters – Director's Office
Jenny sat in her chair facing the window, Gibbs standing behind the other side of the desk facing her back.
They stared at each other.
"I'm worried about them, Jethro," Jenny sighed, breaking the silence first.
He rose from his chair and went behind her to gently massage her tense shoulders. "I am too, Jen," he admitted.
She relaxed into his hands, taking the time to enjoy the massage.
"What about Abby and McGee?"
"They'll keep each other company."
"What about you and me?"
Jenny turned around to face him. He stepped around the side of the desk and crouched down to her eye level, looking deep into her eyes. "I still love you, Jen. Paris shouldn't have been the end of us," he whispered, gently grabbing her hands.
She melted under his gaze. "I still love you too."
He nodded, moving in to kiss her softly.
"My place or yours?" she asked.
He smiled. "Yours; I'll drive."
She stood up, he helped her into her coat, and they headed out towards the elevator hand in hand across the darkened boardwalk.
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NCIS Headquarters - Abby's Lab
"Timmy, come and sit down with me!" Abby called from the couch in her office.
"I'm almost done!" he called in response from her computer.
"Now Timmy!" she called again, squeezing Bert to her chest, making him 'fart'.
"Fine," he said, walking over to sit next to her.
"Hmmm," she murmured, snuggling into his shoulder.
"Comfortable?" he asked, looking into her peaceful face.
"Very," her muffled voice came from his shoulder.
Tim knew Abby would be asleep within minutes, so he made himself comfortable with her still snuggled against him.
"Night," he whispered, kissing her hair, the pigtails long abandoned.
"I love you, Tim," she said quietly.
He looked at her face again, and this time kissed her forehead. "I love you too, Abs," he whispered, and settled down to fall asleep.
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Safe House
Tony lay awake in the bed next to Ziva. He couldn't sleep, even though he knew his partner was out like a light next to him, her hand under her pillow safely holding her gun.
He turned over again, this time turning to face Ziva on his left side to avoid aggravating the bullet wound in his right shoulder.
"Tony, settle down and go to sleep," Ziva groaned, frustrated that the man next to her would not settle.
"I can't get comfortable," he muttered quietly.
She groaned again in frustration.
"Fine," he whispered. "I'll try not to move. I'm sorry for waking you."
"Good," Ziva muttered, returning to her dreams.
Tony sighed and fell back into the pillows, forcing himself to count himself to sleep.