A worried Abby walked over to Ducky, grabbing his arm, "What does all this mean, Ducky?"

"Doctor." Ducky spoke up, raising his hand outward trying to get the doctor's attention. The doctor turned, seeing him. "What is his diagnosis?"

"You are?" The doctor asked.

"Dr. Donald Mallard, I'm the chief medical examiner for NCIS...he's one of mine."

"Ours." Abby corrected Ducky. Ducky looked at her, giving her a nod of support.

The doctor moved over to them, "Mr. DiNozzo has post-traumatic, retrograde amnesia."

"What does that mean, Ducky?" Abby stared at Ducky's face, her grip tightened around his arm.

"Ow! What the hell, lady!" Tony yelled from his room, getting everyone's attention, "Stop!"

"No, you stop!" Ziva yelled back. "Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?! Who the hell are you?" Tony asked, the others stopped at the doorway, not going inside.

"Ziva."

Tony cocked his head to the side, not understanding her, "Huh?"

"Ziva."

"Shiva?" Tony asked.

"Zeeee-vaaaaah!" Ziva raised her voice, "Oh, never mind." She stepped back, turned and pushed her way through the crowd of people.

"Ziva." Abby tried to grab her arm, but Ziva pulled away.

Gibbs walked through the doorway, into Tony's view, followed by Abby, McGee in his elf costume and finally Ducky in his trademark bow tie.

Abby ran over to Tony, nearly jumping into bed with him, hugging him with all her might.

Tony let out a deep groan.

Abby quickly pulled away, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I'm so, so sorry."

"Who are you?" Tony asked, looking her up and down, she was wearing all black, her spiked dog collars pertruding from her neck and wrists, "Uh, what are you?"

Abby turned away, looking for someone to hug, finding McGee.

Tony just stared at Abby and McGee hugging, feeling lost. He swallowed hard, not knowing what to think or say, he reached up with his hand and started rubbing the back of his head, "Does anyone know why she was hitting me?"

"Ziva hit you?" Abby asked, moving back to Tony's side.

"Ziva." Tony softly spoke, looking towards the door.

"Yeah, she's Israeli." Abby replied.

"Israeli?"

"Does that mean something to you, Anthony?" Ducky inquired.

"Anthony?" Tony's eyes shifted towards Ducky, he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, "That's my name, right?"

"Right! But your friends call you Tony." Abby added, "I'm Abby, short for Abigail, but only the Duck man gets to call me that."

"The Duck...man?"

Ducky smiled, "I'm Doctor Mallard, but my friends call me Ducky."

"Ducky?"

Ducky let out a small laugh, "Just a nickname, my good boy. I required it as a teenager." He smiled, like he always did before starting one of his stories, "Ahh, I was 18, twas a lovely day in Edinburgh, the sun was even shining." He let out another small laugh, "If you knew Scotland, that would be humorous to you, but, back to the story at hand, I just had arrived back to university from my childhood home, my mother had packed me..."

"I don't think this is the time for that, Duck." Gibbs called out, moving around to the opposite side of Abby.

Tony looked up at Gibbs, extending his hand outward, "Dad?"

Gibbs stopped in his tracks, he just looked at Tony, he tried to clear his throat quietly, "N-no." Gibbs took a step back, "Sorry."

Abby raised her hands to her mouth, tears in her eyes. Gibbs turned, moving towards the door. "Gibbs." Abby said through the tears, but Gibbs made a beeline for the door, passing through it before she could said another word.

"Why are you crying?" Tony asked, looking at Abby.

"You're my jokester in crime, you're my firm, warm-chested defender when Gibbs isn't around, your the best damn big brother a girl could ask for and most importantly, I love you, ya big meanie!"

Tony lowered his head, "Sorry."

Abby quickly hugged Tony, "All forgiven. You know, I can't stay mad at you." She pulled away, looking at Tony, she wiped her nose with the inside of her elbow, "Well, you did."

"Warm-chested defender?" McGee said in a inquisitive tone.

Abby turned her head, looking at McGee, "What? Don't believe me, feel it, McGee, its like a poptart straight out of the toaster."

"I'm not feeling his chest, Abby." McGee said. Tony was staring at McGee. McGee looked down at his clothes. "Oh, you were Santa, I was your elf."

Tony didn't say a word.

"We were undercover, you pushed me out of the way, you saved a lot..." McGee stopped when he realized Tony looked a little more lost with every word he spoke..."I-I'm your probie." He blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

"He is and you make up names for him all the time, like McGoo and McGeegle and McGiggle." Abby chuckled. "And McNerd, McEgghead, McGullible."

"I think he gets it, Abby."

"McGeek."

"Abby!"

"What? I want him to remember, McGee, don't be such a McBuzzkill!" Abby quickly turned to Tony, she smiled, seeing if anything had jarred his memory.

Tony smiled back at her, "He, I mean, I guess me...I sounded like a nice guy."

"Oh, you can be an asshole, too." McGee retorted.

"McGee!"

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Gibbs sat down next to Ziva as she sat in the waiting room, she was slouched over, her face in her hands. He patted her softly on the back, consoling her.

Ziva raised her head, looking at Gibbs, her face was red and puffy around her eyes, "I slapped him on the back of the head...I thought that would work, but...it did not. Maybe you can do it, maybe it will work for you?" Gibbs placed his arm around her shoulders, gently embracing her. "Maybe I should be happy, I was terrible to him, the things I said, did...and he always forgave me...why, why Gibbs?"

Gibbs leaned closer to Ziva, pressing his lips to her cheek, he whispered something into her ear. She closed her eyes as a single tear slowly started to tickle down her left cheek.

Author note #1: Damn, it's cold!

Author note #2: Hot chocolate is tasty.

Author note #3: ...and even better with marshmallows!