Chapter three! Enjoy!

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Ziva watched as the boys walked out of the Bullpen. Damn. She knew Gibbs was going to look into what just happened. Why hadn't he done it in the elevator? Of course... to keep her guessing. Same old Gibbs.

"Ziver," Gibbs said in his ordering voice, "elevator... Now." This wasn't what she wanted. She got up and walked over to the elevator. Gibbs pressed the down button. Ziva hoped that they were actually just staying in the elevator. The elevator dinged. "Get in," Gibbs ordered quietly. Ziva obliged. The doors closed and they headed down.

"Flip the switch... come on... flip the switch," Ziva commanded in her mind. Gibbs never flipped the switch. They went all the way to Abby's lab. They stepped into the lab.

"Hey Gibbs!" Abby chirped. She then saw Ziva. "Hey Ziva."

"Good day Abby," Ziva managed with a smile, "is there a reason we are down here Gibbs?"

"Yeah Gibbs what's up? I already gave you all I have," Abby informed him.

"I know Abs," Gibbs plainly said. The three of them stood in silence for a few uncomfortable minutes.

"If we are just going to stand here all day nothing is going to be accomplished. Not that I do not enjoy being with Abby, but there is so much we could be doing on the case," Ziva said.

"Feeling... uncomfortable Agent David?" Gibbs asked with purpose.

"Just a little. I am not used to not doing work... at work," Ziva told him.

"Well, you two are staying down here until your... problem is worked out," Gibbs told them.

"But Gibbs we don't have a-" Abby was cut off by Gibbs walking out of the door, "...problem," Abby finished.

Abby had been working furiously on the case when Gibbs came to her lab. "Hey Gibbs!" she chirped at him. Then she noticed Ziva. Really? Now? "Hey Ziva," she said trying to keep her voice steady.

"Good day Abby," Ziva said while smiling at her. Why does she have to be so calm? "Is there a reason we are down here?" Ziva asked Gibbs.

"Yeah Gibbs what's up? I already gave you all I have," Abby told him. Why must he always meddle in others' business?

"I know Abs," Gibbs said. Well then why are they down here? Silence filled the lab for what seemed like hours.

"If we are just going to stand here all day nothing is going to be accomplished. Not that I do not enjoy being with Abby, but there is so much we could be doing on the case," Ziva said breaking the silence.

"Feeling... uncomfortable Agent David?" Gibbs asked. "Just a little. I am not used to not doing work... at work," Ziva shot back.

"Well, you two are staying down here until your... problem is worked out," Gibbs told them.

"But Gibbs we don't have a-" Abby stopped as Gibbs walked out of the door, "...problem," Abby finished. Sigh. This is going to be awhile and Abby knew it. "So..." Abby said trying to sounding bored.

"A difficult situation we are left with, yes?" Ziva said.

"Yeah, well, if you don't mind I'm going to get back to work. You are free to lie down on the futon until Gibbs gives up on us," Abby said brushing off Gibbs' instructions.

"If you don't mind me saying, Abby, Gibbs just doesn't seem the type to give up," Ziva told her.

"You would be correct, as always, except I have this," Abby told her motioning towards the monitor that just alerted her to a match.

"A key piece of evidence. Good work Abby, we might be off this fishhook after all," Ziva said with her bad American idiom.

"I think you mean 'off the hook', but yes, essentially," Abby said, trying to keep her emotion to a minimum. Ziva was so cute when she messed up American idioms.

A bit of emotion. Not much... yet! Wait until about chapter 5! Reviews would be lovely! :D