Thanks so much for all of the reviews! I appreciate them all! Okay, this one's a little different. It's not with Ziva or McGee…it's with Tony! Heheheh Enjoy! And thanks!

Dead One-

How DARE you assume that my partner and I had sex! How dare you assume anything! Oh, McGee, you are dead. You. Are. Dead. Dead, do you hear me? Dead! I told you not to assume, I told you not to! My partner and I are merely friends, best friends if you must, and nothing more. Oh, you are dead McGee. As my partner would say it, McDead, yes? My partner and I did nothing of the sort. Well, I take that back. I will not reveal any information as to what my partner and I did during our last night together. Dare I ask what you and Abby did? Do I assume like you did? I think I will, McDead. Oh, McGee, you do not know how lucky you are to not be in the same country as me right now.

-Ziva

p.s. Any luck with finding a way to communicate with my partner?

p.p.s. Or are you too busy writing another novel? Is what I am writing, as you Americans would say it, 'gold', McGee?

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"Watch out! It's the agent afloat!" Some men said, barricading themselves against the walls in mock terror as Tony walked through the narrow hallways. He shook his head. At NCIS he never got made fun of like this; that was the Probie's job. He scowled. This was all his fault. If he had listened to her, listened to his partner, he would have tailed the director, and he would still be at NCIS headquarters. Actually, he would be at home sleeping…home…DC…

Another man walking out of the galley shoved himself against the side of the ship. He wasn't even carrying a gun with him at the moment. It was 200h in the morning for crying out loud!

How far away could his quarters be anyways? After being shipped to the Seahawk just last week, he had yet to unpack his things; he barely was able to find his quarters. Finally, he caught a gold shiny plate on a door 'NCIS'. Tony scoffed. This wasn't NCIS…he would never call this NCIS. The small 'squadroom' was revealed to his eyes as he slammed the door closed, flicking on the light as he made his way over to his bunk. What kind of punishment was this? Hell. He pulled out his suitcase from under the desk and grabbed his NCIS shirt and his sweat pants out, quickly changing before spotting a stack of mail on top of the desk. He grabbed them up and flipped through them; Credit Card bills, a Seahawk 'welcome' letter, a postcard from Abby and…GSM. He smiled and put it over to the side before reading Abby's postcard.

Tony!

I miss you! Insanely! Are you having fun yet? Sorry, I haven't heard anything from Ziva. Timmy says hi! And he misses being called 'probie'. Gibbs is insane. Like really insane. Like insanely insane. He's gone crazy! He hates them all, it's just…crazy! Hahahahaha love you, Tony! Come back soon! I'll try to get Gibbs to start whipping that big bad ol' director Vance into shape!

MISS YA LIKE CRAZY!!!!

-Abs

Tony smiled and yawned, realizing that all he wanted to do was to go to sleep. He stared longingly over at the GSM issue that was at his left. He glanced at it again and then picked it up, realizing that this would be the only time he'd get to read the magazine. He flopped down on his bunk and stared at the cover before groaning and banging his head back against the pillow, throwing it down onto the floor. It landed with a loud clap as he turned over on his side.

Of course the woman on the front has to look exactly like her, it's only to make everything harder for you! She's probably happy in Israel. She's never going to call you, she's never gonna write you…He sighed and stood up, realizing that he was never going to get to sleep that night. Not that he had wanted to anyways. If he fell asleep, that would only mean that he would dream. He would dream about her, being taken away from him, he'd dream about Jenny getting shot. He walked over to the closet and punched in the code before opening it up and flipping out his knife, cutting the tape off of the un-opened box next to the other, opened and used box. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and picked up his empty glass before sitting down at his desk. He poured himself half a glass and downed it in two sips. He poured himself another, staring at the bulletin board in front of him. He stared at Abby's picture, her looking completely adorable in her normal clothing, standing in her lab. He smiled at her before drowning another glass.

"Hey, Abs." He spoke, out loud, "How are you? Miss you…..miss everyone. Don't think poorly of me because I drink, okay Abs? It really helps. I'm almost as addicted to it as you are to your Caf-Pow thing." Tony smiled, "Take good care of Probie." He said between sips, "He needs all the help he can get." He gave a little slurred laugh before staring at the pictures underneath it. He frowned and drowned a couple of glasses before finally talking.

"You…" he slurred, "you haunt my….mdreams….and I lovya forit…. You probably hatme righnow…for dr…drinkin', but don tellme that youdon drink. Cause I knowya do…your just probably….embar….assed. I lovyou….Zeeevahhh…" Tony groaned, smacking his head down onto the table, noticing three fourths of the Whiskey was already gone. Tim just had to give him those pictures, just to torment him, didn't he? "Your…so….McDead….McGee…" Tony slurred before the alcohol knocked him into a dreamless sleep, just as it had the past couple of weeks.