McGee mumbled in his sleep as Abby looked on, she was squatting next to a wooden futon inside her ballistics lab. She hugged tightly onto her stuffed hippopotamus, Bert, watching him sleep.

A small amount of drool clung to the corner of Tim's lower lip, he moaned softly as he turned from his back to his side, smacking his lips together.

"Awww."...Abby smiled. Her computer beeped, making her turned her head towards the sound. She looks back at McGee and extends her hands forward, prying McGee's arms apart, placing Bert inside. He smiled as he squeezed the stuffed animal, which made a farting noise.

Abby closed her mouth, trying to silence her whispering chuckle. She smiled and lowered her head, kisses McGee on the forehead, she turns her head slightly, kissing Bert on his nose..."Take good care of him, Bert, okay? I'm counting on you."

Abby rose to a standing position, giving Bert one last pet on the head, then performing the same act on McGee before walking to the front of her lab. She clicks the left mouse button and shook her head, she sighed reaching for her phone..."Why is it always them?"

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The elevator dinged, Ziva stepped out, moving towards her desk. Moonlight shined through the windows, illuminating the darkened squad room.

Ziva arrived behind her desk, setting the stack of postcards on her desk. She takes off her blue jacket, folding it twice before setting it on the shelf behind her. She sat down, pulling the scrunchy from her hair, letting her hair fall forward, she brushes it off to the side and picks up the cards, straightening them, making sure no edges were out of place.

She started to read the remaining cards one by one, she smiled, she shook her head in disbelief, she laughed, she rolled her eyes, she groaned and by the time she was finished with them all, every possible emotion was met, including on the verge of tears as she read the last dated postcard to her..."...I haven't talked to anyone, just these postcards and I don't even know if you're getting them or not, but I do hope you're doing okay and I just wanted to say that I really miss you, Ziva. I guess it's true what they say, you don't know what you have until it's gone."

Ziva closed her eyes, lifting the postcards, pressing them firmly against her chest.

"I put her in the conference room."...Langer spoke, moving into the bullpen..."She's still playing it off as if she doesn't know that we know that she killed him."

Ziva sniffled, she quickly opened her desk drawer, placing the postcards inside.

"What's with you and those postcards?"...Langer wondered, moving over to her desk.

"None of your business."...Ziva stood up, taking a step to her left.

"Fine, keep being a bitch."

Ziva stopped her in tracks, she looked at Langer, she tilted her head slightly..."Bitch?"

Langer nervously laughed as he slowly started to back up..."Don't take it out on me, because some guy you love isn't here."

"Love?"...Ziva repeated..."Who says I love him?"

"Oh come on, you talk about him all the time, whether it be: what he says, did or would do...believe it or not lady, not everyone gives a shit about him."...Langer shook his head..."Do us all a favor, go into the bathroom and rub one off for him, so you'll be thinking straight."

"Maybe you are right, Langer...maybe I need to do just that."...Ziva slowly moves over to him..."Or."

"Or?"...Langer spoke, looking very curious.

"I could do this."...Ziva smiled as she placed her hands on Langer's shoulder, she moved her mouth toward his, a thud sends Langer to his knees. Ziva stepped back, lowering her knee..."Never mind."

Langer groaned as his hands moved to his crotch, protecting himself from further harm..."Y-you..."

Ziva squatted in front of him..."Yes, I love him, but no one calls me a bitch."...She slaps him across the face..."No one, and next time, you lose them, yes?"...She stands and leaves the bullpen.

A voice spoke out of the shadows, in the direction of the elevator..."Don't you hate it when you don't know if that's a statement or a question?"

Langer glanced over, seeing Tobias Fornell, dressed in a very nice black suit, holding two cups of coffee, he moves in front of the windows..."Where's Gibbs?"

"I'm here, Tobias."...Gibbs called out, Fornell looked up, seeing Gibbs at the top of the stairs. Gibbs starts jogging down the stairs, his tuxedo jacket and tie gone.

"Nice awards ceremony, Jethro...except you were missing a man."

"Yeah, yeah."...Gibbs said, he now stood in front of Fornell..."Langer, you've been traded back to the FBI."

Langer stood, slowly turning towards them..."For who?"

Fornell hands Gibbs a cup of coffee..."That'll do."...Gibbs smirked.