Jan 12
What are friends for? Whatever either of you needs.
"Bert!" came the anguished cry from the lab.
Ziva stepped off the elevator rapidly. This was not good. Every time Abby misplaced her farting hippo, or Tony stole it or one of the janitors moved it, the Goth always managed to work herself into a… county? No, state. Last time this had happened, Gibbs had spent an afternoon alternately soothing Abby and begging Ducky to give her tranquilizers.
Knowing she had to act quickly, the Israeli strode into the lab and turned off the pounding music. "Do you need some help, Abby?" she inquired.
"Tony must have stolen Bert again," Abby wailed. "I can't find him anywhere, and I know I left him on my desk last night and he was all safe and sound, and I knew I should have taken him home last night even though I was at a party for most of the night and I didn't actually go home, but he still would have been safer in the cemetery than locked up here, and –"
Ziva pulled the Goth into a hug to quiet and calm her. Abby froze for a moment, before relaxing. They remained in their position for a few minutes until Ziva let go.
"Do you feel better?" Ziva asked.
Abby gave a weak smile. "Yeah, thanks," she replied. "But I still need Bert."
Ziva returned the smile. "Then we will go and torture Tony together, yes?"
Laughing, the two of them linked arms and headed towards the elevator.