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"That's random," Abby said, but Tony was giving her a pointed look.
"Only if using the microwave counts. Why?" Tony hastily turned his attention
back to the road.

"No reason," he lied, avoiding her gaze. He felt bad about lying, but there
was no reason to worry her right now. He'd talk to Gibbs first.

"This is it," he said, breaking what had quickly become an awkward silence.
They got out of the car, and Tony led the way up to his apartment. When they
reached it, he quickly jammed his key into the lock, not paying much
attention to what he was doing, and spoke to Abby.

"It's a bit of a mess, but you take the bed and I'll..." He stopped
midsentence after glancing up.

"I'm guessing that wasn't there when you left," Abby said cheekily, peering
over his shoulder. Strewn across his couch was the corpse of a middle aged
man. His eyes were wide open and staring, and his heart had been slashed
through, with a big x.

"What the... Holy... How in the... Crap," he finally managed to splutter. He sank
back against the doorframe for support, and Abby grabbed his hand, giving it
a gentle squeeze. He put a hand to his temple. He was beginning to get a
headache, and he could just tell it was going to be one of those days.
He pulled out his cell and pressed a speed dial key. It rang for a moment,
before being answered.

"Boss?" Tony said, still staring at the body. "We've got a problem."

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It took only a short while for Tony to explain what had happened to them,
and an even shorter while for Gibbs to arrive. Tony and Abby were both
sitting in the parking lot waiting for him when the black sedan pulled up.
He got out of the car and Abby rushed over to hug him. Tony couldn't
suppress the twinge of guilt that this gave him, but he pushed it to the
back of his mind all the same. Gibbs let go of Abby and turned to him.

"Thanks for coming, Boss," Tony said. "Look, can you take Abbs home with you?
I've gotta stay and work this whole dead guy thing out with the cops, so..."
Abby interrupted him, obviously not wanting to be a burden.

"I can take care of myself," she said. "I'll just check into a hotel and..."
But it was Gibbs' turn to interrupt. He cut Tony off before he had even
started to argue with Abby.

"DiNozzo, you look like hell. When was the last time you caught some
sleep?" he asked, in usual Gibbs fashion.

"We were talking about Abby," Tony argued, and Gibbs gave him a look.

"Abby is staying with me. When did you last sleep?" he asked again. Tony
glared at him, wondering why it mattered so much. Although now that he thought about it...

"I don't know, three days ago, four max. Why does it matter?" Gibbs walked
around his car and opened the passenger door.

"Get in," he said, but Tony just stood there.

"Gibbs, there's a dead guy in my living room, I can't just..."

"Get. In. DiNozzo," Gibbs repeated, fixing him with an unrelenting stare.
Tony suddenly found that he had no will left to argue. He got in, Gibbs and
Abby also following suit.

"Keys," Gibbs said, holding out his hand, and Tony stared at him, confused.

"Give me your keys, so I can get into your apartment," Gibbs explained. Tony
gave a small "oh" of realization and handed them over. He clearly hadn't
realized just how tired he had been.

After a couple of minutes, they pulled into the driveway of Gibbs' big white
house. As they all got out, Tony grabbed Gibbs' arm.

"I need to talk to you," he said, glancing over at Abby, "alone."

"We'll be a minute, Abbs, go on in," Gibbs said, gesturing for her to continue
inside. "You know where the guest bedroom is. Help yourself." Tony did not
want to know how she knew where it was. Once she was gone, he pulled the
note he had found out of his pocket and handed it to Gibbs.

"I found this at Abby's apartment," he said. "It says that the fire
department ruled the fire accidental, because her oven was left on. But I
asked her, and she said that she never uses her oven. The damage looked
too thorough to be accidental, anyway. The signature there, it's not really a
name either. It says "She won't be the last," just written like a signature.
And then with the dead guy in my living room, there's just no way it was all
a coincidence..." He trailed off.

"Did you show this to Abby?" Gibbs asked him, staring at the note.

"No, I didn't want to worry..." Tony began.

"Good work, DiNozzo," Gibbs interrupted him. "Go on in and check on her, then
get some sleep yourself. I've got this."

"Thanks, Boss," Tony said, honestly thankful that Gibbs cared.

"I've got your six, DiNozzo, always," he reminded the younger agent, before
climbing into his car and driving off