Ziva-

Look, I'm sorry, all right. It's just that you never want to talk about your sex life, and since you didn't want to talk about what you and Tony did, I would just assume that you did have sex. I mean, you never talk about it ever and…this is the part where you yell 'McGee' or Tony calls me some other nickname. Probably McRamble. And no, Abby and I didn't do anything. In fact, I just gave her one of those huge, bone-crushing hugs and then went back home. We still see each other Ziva, unlike you and Tony. And how come you can't ever say his name? Okay, type his name, to be more specific. Vance gave me a mission today. I think I'm classified from telling you what's in it. Sorry there, Ziva. Truly, I am sorry for assuming. I won't assume. Oh, and uh…I think I found a way to send mail to Tony. Abby's been getting postcards. I'll sneak down and get you the address a little later. I heard that Gibbs' new team is a mess, and that Vance better learn to sleep with his eyes open because Gibbs is pissed. Director won't answer any questions Gibbs asks about us. I visited Ducky today! He told me to tell you 'I hope you're doing well, young Ziva. Take care'. Ziva, it's not anything like it normally is without anyone around here. And this nicknaming thing is really getting on my nerves… 'boss'…wonder what Tony would say to that? Sorry about assuming with you and Tony though, really. I better go though, Vance is going to come down soon to check up on me. I'm supposed to be cracking codes not talking to you! Sorry!

MISS. YOU.

-Tim

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The doors to autopsy hissed open and Tim walked in. Ducky was alone in autopsy, staring over a body as he pulled out his liver. McGee almost puked, but managed to keep it down.

The Medical Examiner sighed, "Jethro, I'm not finished yet…" He turned around and seemed startled, "Oh, Timothy! It's you! Haven't seen your face for a long time. How have you been doing, young lad?"

"Hey, Duck. I would….hug you but…"

"Ah, yes, I see." He grimaced at his blood covered scrubs as he pulled off his gloves, threw them away, and started washing his hands, "So how has the sub-basement been for you, Timothy?"

McGee sighed and leant up against one of the empty autopsy tables, "Horrible. I miss field work."

"Yes, I would probably miss it too if I were you. You haven't met any friends?"

Tim sighed, "No…no, not yet."

"Well what are you waiting for?"

McGee sighed and shrugged, "I have no idea. I guess I'm reminiscing on the past too much. As much as I hate to admit it, I even miss Tony! Do you know how much I would give just to be called 'Probie' again?" He asked, and the Doctor turned off the water and pulled on the paper towel dispenser, drying his hands as he stared at nothing.

"How is Anthony doing?" Ducky asked, almost changing the subject while throwing away his paper towel and undoing his scrubs. He started towards his desk and sat down in his seat. McGee followed him.

"I have no idea. Abby would know though, she's been getting letters from him."

"Ah, I see." He said, pondering, "Anthony isn't doing too well, is he?"

McGee sighed. Tony? Trapped on a ship for life? McGee almost laughed. He would only dream such horrible things, and even when he did that, he felt guilty about it, "No…he…isn't, Ducky."

"I see…Ziva?" Ducky asked, looking up at him.

"I've talked to her. Her exact words 'Life in Mossad is complete Hell.'" McGee and Ducky both chuckled at that but then let it die as their smiles fell off of their faces.

"Does she talk to him?"

McGee was confused, "Who?"

"Tony." Ducky said, a small smile forming on his face.

"No…why?"

Ducky stood up and walked around the room, no real course in mind. He started pacing around the autopsy tables, staring down at the ground, pondering, "Timothy, you are an NCIS special agent. You haven't seen it?"

"Seen what?" McGee asked.

"You don't need a psychological analysis from me to determine that they care for each other, my dear boy."

"Well I thought it was something but…"

"It's more than something. Remember when Tony was dating the young French woman? Jeanne?"

"How can I forget?"

"See, Timothy, Anthony stood up Ziva at the bar that night. She kept calling him over and over again; the poor girl would never give up. And when I told her that she was acting like a wayward lover, she stopped as if she was caught. For Ziva to be away from Tony for one night, much less a couple of months across thousands of miles, would be completely unbearable for her. LA changed them, Timothy. You don't need a psychological analysis to determine that. Remind you of anyone?"

"Tony and Ziva? No." McGee shook his head.

"How about Jethro and a certain red-headed director that we all loved?"

"Oh," McGee said, realizing. He checked his watch, "I better get going, though, Ducky. Thanks."

"Tell Ziva that I hope she's doing well, young Ziva. And to take care of herself."

McGee sighed, "I don't want to go down there. I miss the field work like Tony misses his and Ziva's movie nights."

"Well no matter if you like it or not, it looks like you're going to be down there for a while, sadly. Jethro doesn't seem…himself lately." Ducky admitted, and McGee stopped in the doorway, the doors hissing shut as it realized he wasn't going to walk through.

McGee furrowed his eyebrows together, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, Timothy, that our Leroy Jethro Gibbs is having a tough time." he placed his hands on both of McGee's forearms, shaking him, "He lost a woman very close to him and his team in a couple of days. He's lost his family…again. Take care of yourself, McGee."

"You too, Ducky." He said, embracing his friend, "You too. Bye."

"Goodbye, lad." Ducky said, patting his back as he let go of him. McGee nodded and walked out of Autopsy, pressing the button for the elevator as he waited for it to come back down. He was about to walk in when he realized that Gibbs was in the elevator…without a coffee. He glanced down at his watch. 0930h...where was his coffee?

"Tim." Gibbs acknowledged, nodding his head at him as he walked out of the elevator. McGee exchanged places and they stared at each other for a while.

"Bye, boss."

"Not your boss, Tim." Gibbs said as the doors closed, "Not your boss."

I already have the next chapter written, and I will admit that it is a very emotional chapter about Ziva in Israel. She breaks down. I'm not even kidding. It took me FOREVER to write because I wanted it to be a believable Ziva breakdown. If you want to read that tonight I want you to review! We even have a new special little review button! AND I ACCEPT ANONYMOUS REVIEWS! *HINT HINT HINT HINTTT* Review!!