DISCLAIMER: I don't own NCIS
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The next morning, McGee knocked on Tony's apartment door nervously. Hoping Tony wouldn't make this awkward; he shifted and moved the object from his right hand to his left. Frowning, he knocked a little louder. It was early enough for Tony to still be in bed, especially after the long night they had. But Tony didn't answer his door, worried McGee took out his cell phone. He knew Tony went home alone last night because they all stumbled into the same cab, first dropping off Ziva, then Tony.
After hitting call, McGee looked up and down the hallway. Noting nothing and Tony not answering his phone, he called Abby.
"Timmy," Abby whined. "Ya know how killer of a headache I have?"
"Yeah Abs I know," McGee smirked. "Hey listen, don't worry or anything, but where would Tony go on a Saturday morning?"
Abby sounded a little more alert when she answered, "He's not home? Hmm, well Tony would be at work, or the theater by his place that does all the marathons and special showings and-"
"Abs."
"Oh sorry! Or he would go to the Italian place nearby."
McGee finished talking to her and checked the theater and Italian place before making his way to the Naval Yard. He was slightly surprised when he found Tony sitting at his desk, calmly typing.
"Morning Probie," Tony said stifling a yawn. "What are you doing here?"
" What are you doing here," McGee retorted.
Tony shrugged, "Working. What does it look like?"
McGee felt his eyebrows slide upwards, "Why?"
Tony looked at him a moment before, "Couldn't sleep. Couldn't stay in the apartment. Getting a bad feeling about the place, might have to move soon."
McGee looked at Tony contemplating before raising the object, "Thought you'd like this."
Looking surprised Tony took and unrolled it. Tony's eyes lit up as he recognized the poster and autograph.
"Wow! This is awesome! Where'd you get it McGee?"
McGee shrugged and grinned. Tony looked back at the poster and grinned elatedly.
"O thought that you'd like it," McGee put his hands in his pockets proudly. "I know your birthday is coming up, and since somehow, each year we are unable to celebrate it properly…. I just wanted to make sure that you actually got your birthday present this year."
He finished rather sheepishly, but Tony rewarded him with a grin and a,
"Aww Probie! I didn't know you cared!"
"I don't!"
Chuckling slightly, "Your words say no but your eyes say yes!"
McGee narrowed his eyes and glared lightly at Tony. Sobering, Tony continued,
"Thanks McGee. I appreciate it. Hey! How about we go watch the Indiana Jones Saga at the theater by my place? It starts at noon; we still have time to get the best seats in the house?"
McGee nodded slowly, "Sure Tony. Just don't quote the entire time!"
"Can't make any promises Probie!"
McGee had never really spent an afternoon with Tony before, at least outside of working a case or avoiding Gibbs. But McGee figured it wouldn't be too different, because Tony is pretty predictable. He was right for the most part. However now he knew Tony wasn't just predictable, he was merely a creature of habit.
"Really Tony," McGee said exasperatedly. "I heard you the first four times."
Tony grinned and responded, "'But Junior!'"
McGee rolled his eyes, "Alright fine. I'm going to head home."
"But Probie! It's still early," Tony exclaimed looking at McGee as though he were crazy to go home before midnight.
"I'm still recovering from last night Tony."
"Ahh alright. See you later McNight!"
McGee waved as Tony and he separated, walking in two directions. Tony walked with his hands in his pocket to his apartment building as McGee kept an eye on him as long as he could. Once he felt satisfied that Ton was in the building he drove off, finally at ease with Tony since the beginning of his ordeal.
***
As Abby stretched before her night of bowling with the nuns, she decided to give Tony a call. Smiling as the ring tone filled her ear, she chirped,
"Tony!"
"Hey Abs! Thought tonight was bowling? Or is that tomorrow," Tony's voice came through the phone a little muffled.
"Nah, tonight. But I just wanted to check on you. And McGee, because I think he was trying to find you this morning, but since I had a MOAH, a mother of all hangovers, this morning, and actually still do, but that's not too big of a deal, but I think McGee was-huh. Tony! You're supposed to stop me before I lose myself!"
Chuckling Tony answered, "But then it's not nearly as much fun listening to you. And yes, Probie came to see me today."
A pause as Abby switched the cell phone to her other ear and continued stretching. Not elaborating, Abby glared at Tony's name on the screen,
"Well are you going to tell me?"
\Almost hearing Tony's smile, she heard him say, "Nope. But just know that he won't want to watch Harrison Ford for awhile."
"You went to the marathon with Timmy? That's sweet Tony," Abby grinned as Sister Rosita came striding over.
"Let's get this going Abby! We're competing against the fathers from St. Michael's tonight," Sister Rosita rolled back her sleeves and grinned.
"Right-o Sister! Sorry Tony gotta go! I love you," Abby listened to his reply before hanging up. Grinning wider she turned to Sister Rosita,
"I think his going to be fine Sister!"
Sister Rosita patted her arm, "I prayed for him. Now! Let's show those fathers what we sisters are capable of!"
"Don't worry Sister," Sister Hannah called out. "This time we're going to whip them!"
After laughing at Sister Rosita's quasi-stern glance to Sister Hannah, Abby started humming as she pulled out her bowling ball.
A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long! First it was finals week, then writer's block, then getting sick! Anyway I'll try to put the next few up quickly. And the finale is next week...I'm nervous!