Ziva-

Oh, sounds tough. I'm sorry, Ziva, I really am. I would do something if I could, but I can't. Vance has things really tight down here in the sub-basement. He's technically my boss now. It really, as Tony would say, sucks. (Insert movie reference here). Abby has this wall that's devoted to you and Tony. No, not that kind of wall, just a memory of both of you. She knows that you two are coming back. She even has a countdown to the number of days that you've been gone. So I guess it would be called a count 'up' instead. I don't see much of Gibbs, but I have lunch with Abby everyday and she said that he's still Gibbs, but he doesn't yell as much. I mean, he's annoyed with how the team is split up, but I think he really loved Jenny. I have to remember that I don't have to cover up everything I do anymore, because Tony won't be looking. Oh, Ziva. I know that you said that I can't assume, but even if I did assume, you couldn't kill me, because that would mean flying all the way back to DC. (Which I wouldn't mind). But I'll just assume.

-Probie-Wan Kenobi

p.s. You. And. Tony. Had. Sex.

p.p.s. About time!

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"It's about time you got here, Timmy!" Abby said, frowning as she put her hands on his hips outside of the restaurant.

"Sorry, Abs, I was having a tough time finding a parking spot."

"That's okay," She said, flinging her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Abs…can't…breathe."

"Sorry, sorry." She mumbled as she let go of him, looking down at her shoes. He stuck his arm out for her and she took it, "Thanks!" She happily said, walking into the restaurant. It was just a little place down the road, "You sure this is the place?"

"Yup, I'm sure."

"I thought you said it was crowded."

"It was when I came here last." He said, taking their seats down in the back corner of the restaurant.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You never got me anything!" She whacked him in the arm.

"Hey! What was that for?" Abby just crossed her arms, her deadly purse swinging as she glared at him, "Okay, fine. But you never gave me your order! And Tony was so persistent that…"

"Hey, welcome to Jimmy's, home of the world's most famous barbeque. What can I get you two to drink?"

"Water." Tim said, thanking him.

"Uh…you serve Caf-Pow here?"

"Caf what?"

"Uh…" McGee spoke up as he watched Abby's eyes turn wide and then icy cold, "She'll have a Coors Light. Please." The waiter nodded and then scurried away.

"I don't like him," Abby said, still glaring at the man that was scurrying around the back of the counter.

"Why?"

"He didn't know what a Caf-Pow was! Do you have an idea how deprived he is?"

"Abs, Abs, calm down. I'll buy you one on the way back to NCIS, okay?"

She nodded, "Okay, Timmy." After a moment or two of silence, she spoke again, "I miss them."

"Tony and Ziva?"

"Yeah." She sighed, "And Gibbs…you should see him! It's like he doesn't even belong! He refuses to work with them. He works completely alone. Like completely. Okay, well not completely because Ducky and Jimmy and me and Brett and Michelle and…"

"Point, Abs?"

"Jeez, you sound just like Gibbs."

"Well they do call me 'boss' down in the sub-basement." Tim sighed and Abby stifled a laugh. McGee glared at her.

"Okay, fine. I know it's not funny. But just the thought of the little computer geeks down there calling you boss! It's fun-" She started, but stopped as she saw his glare deepen, "Got it. No computer jokes."

"Here are your two drinks." The waiter said, setting down the water and the beer. Abby took a large swig of it, "Now can I get you two anything to eat?"

"Yeah, we're both gonna have the pork barbeque sandwich with extra sauce."

"Great. Your food should be out shortly."

"So what else is going on, Timmy? How does Ziva like Israel?"

"I got the impression that she didn't like it very much. She just keeping saying that she missed everyone." Tim shrugged, "And she refused to say Tony's name."

Abby scoffed and rolled her eyes before taking another swig of beer, "What a love-struck teenager. I swear, it's like she's never fallen in love before!" She said between swigs, "I mean, I've fallen in love before and I haven't acted that different! She's making it so obvious…when that Israeli ninja gets back, she and I are going to have a great talk."

"She may not come back, Abby." McGee said softly, and Abby's mouth dropped, and she almost lost control of the beer bottle in her hands.

"How could you ever think about saying that, McGee?" Abby asked as she started speaking with her hands, "She is coming back! And so is Tony! And so are you! You're all coming back!"

"I'm not saying that. I have no doubt that they'll all come back. I just don't know if Ziva will come back alive or not…"

"McGee!" She yelled, half of the restaurant turning to look at them, the tears forming in her eyes, "Just the thought of that! How could you? She's coming back, and she'll be alive as always! She'll come back and she'll be nice to you and hug me and say 'shalom' to Gibbs and flirt with Tony and everything will be peachy!"

"Abby, could you please keep your voice down? I didn't mean that I wanted her dead. I just said that there was a good chance that she would be." He hissed, "You're making the whole restaurant turn to look at us!"

"Take it back, Timmy. Take it back!"

"I wish I could…Abs. I just don't know. Gibbs was very…"

"Gibbs has changed! He needs his three musketeers back!"

"Abs…"

"Don't 'Abs' me! He needs me! He needs you, he needs Tony, he needs Ziva. He needs Jenny. Ziva is not another Jenny!" Abby abruptly stood up and grabbed her purse. McGee stood up as well.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Back to headquarters. I'll be in the lab if you want to say sorry."

"Abs!" McGee yelled after her as she walked out of the restaurant. McGee sighed and watched her take off in her hearse.

"Uh…here's your food…" The waiter said, "Where'd the girl go?"

"You think I can get this to go?"

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"It's about time you showed up, McGee." Abby spat, her back turned to him, staring at the AFIS test in front of her, the fingerprints quickly changing on the screen.

"Look Abs…I'm sorry." He said. She didn't turn around.

"Do I have to say it McGee? Do I have to even say it?"

"Say what?"

"Why? Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry for saying that Ziva would come back dead. It was wrong. I know that. Sorry, Abs." He sighed, and she spun around, the same expression her face. Her expression softened as she noticed her barbeque in a bag in one hand as well as a large Caf-Pow in the other. McGee set them down and she launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, patting her on the back as he did so.

"Thanks, McGee." She sniffed, "I really do miss them."

"Me too Abs, me too." McGee sighed as she buried her face into his shoulder.

If there was one thing that McGee learned today, it was not to mess with Abby's three musketeers, even if you were one of them.