Gibbs and Fornell stepped into Abby's lab, Abby turned, smiling..."Hey, Gibbs, FBI-man...lost the tux already, I see."...A soft, relaxing Jazz filled the room, it was Abby's way of having Tony there.
"Why did you call me, Abs?"...Gibbs asked.
Abby spun back towards her computer, she lifts her left hand, looking at it..."It's...10:47 P.M., Gibbs, on a Friday night, how am I supposed to do my job without a fresh Caf-Pow?"...Abby folded her arms, staring at Gibbs.
"Very quickly, Abby."
"It's actually 11:07 P.M."...Fornell said, looking at his watch.
Abby swung back towards them, she pokes her bare left wrist multiple times with her right index finger..."Damn, it's always running slow."
"You know, she's really weird, Jethro."...Fornell whispered.
"You'd act odd, too, if you were stuck in a basement all day and one of your three musketeers wasn't here! Where is Tony, Gibbs? I want my d'Artagnan!"
"He wasn't actually one of the three musketeers, Abby."
"I don't care, I want him, Gibbs."...She turns..."And now that I think about it, I want a three musketeers bar, too!"
Gibbs carefully wraps his fingers around Abby's elbow, turning her ever so slightly, she starts to look towards him, he presses his lips against her cheek softly..."I promise, Abs."
Abby turns, jumping into Gibbs' arms, hugging him tightly..."You better keep your promise, Gibbs."
Gibbs hugs her back..."You know I always do."...Just then a loud snore comes from the back room. They all slide, peering towards the back room..."Abs?"
Abby wipes away a newly forming tear, she sniffles and softly laughs, almost snorting..."It's McGee, he's asleep, the painkillers Ducky gave him."
"Ahh."...Gibbs turns Abby back in the direction of her computer..."Why?"
"Why?"...Abby repeated his why with a why of her own.
"Why did you call me."
"Oh."...Abby hurried to her computer, her pigtails continued to sway after she stopped, which made Gibbs smile.
"He was believed to been dead after a failed bank robbery."...Fornell spoke up.
Gibbs and Abby looked at Fornell.
"I am here for a reason."...Fornell flashed a wry smile..."I see now he didn't die."
"And when exactly where you going to tell me this, Tobias?"
"Soon."...Fornell took a drink of his coffee..."I just did."
Gibbs shook his head..."How exactly does someone think someone is dead, but not?"
"During the getaway, their van flipped, three died, they were burned beyond recognition."
"And you didn't DNA check?"
"We found their IDs on the side of the road...we thought it was closed case...I see that we were wrong."
"Again."...Abby injected.
"What's that, Miss Sciuto?"
"You're wrong a lot, Agent Fornell...Tony being framed and accused of murder twice! Ring a bell?"...Abby starts to cry again, she looks at Gibbs and buries her face into his chest.
"See what you did now, Fornell?"...Gibbs groaned, he starts rubbing Abby's back.
"What?"...Fornell looked on confused..."What did I do?"
Gibbs gestures towards the door with his head..."I'll be in autopsy if you need me, okay, Abby?"
Abby pulled back and slowly nodded, he leans into her ear and whispers. She immediately perks up, flashing a smile as Gibbs kisses her on the opposite cheek, he takes out his cell and dials..."Ziva, bring Mrs. Mack down to autopsy."...He snaps his cell phone closed, following Fornell out.
"Timmy!"...Abby yelled with a huge smile on her face, running towards the back of her lab.
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Ducky yawns..."It's getting rather late, Jethro. Mother will be..."
The sliding door to autopsy opens as Ziva walked through the door, escorting Heather Mack.
"Almost done, Duck."...Gibbs said, taking a step towards them..."I know you've been through a lot today and I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
Ziva tilted her head slightly, she wasn't use to Gibbs apologizing.
Gibbs turned back towards Ducky, giving him a nod. Ducky pulls back the sheets, showing the body of deceased man from the roller coaster.
"No, please, no...not him, he was my life."...She started sobbing, tears streaming down her face, she looks up at Gibbs..."Who, w-w-who did this to him?"
"I think his brother and we're closing in on his location as we speak."...Fornell added.
The woman turned towards him..."W-what?"
Fornell nodded.
"Ziva, could you put Mrs. Mack back in the conference room...she needs some place to grieve...alone."
Ziva tilted her head the opposite way, raising her eyebrows..."Um, okay."...Ziva stepped towards her, placing her hand on the woman's arm..."Right this way, Ma'am."
Gibbs, Ducky and Fornell looked on as they stepped into the elevator, the doors close.
"What do you have planned, Jethro?"...Ducky fiddled with his glass.
Gibbs smirked..."Go home, Ducky."...He pats him on the shoulder.
"You don't have to tell me twice."...Ducky chuckled, pulling the sheet back over the body and sliding the drawer back into the cold locker.
Gibbs takes out his cell and dials as he and Fornell make their way towards the elevator.
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Langer groaned as he placed the last of his items into a box..."I didn't like it here anyway."...He grumbled..."Terrible chairs, horrible coffee, ugly women and all of them, bitches."
"Problems?"
Langer looked up, seeing a sharply dressed, Tony..."Just what I freakin' need."...He groaned, under his breath.
"Heh."...Tony moved in front of his desk, lifting Langer's box..."Let me help you with that."
Tony turns, moving towards the elevator.
"Hey, that's my stuff!"...Langer yelled, he moves around the desk as quickly as he could, chasing him down.
Tony bumped the elevator button with his elbow, the elevator dings and the doors open.
"Are you deaf? I said that's my stuff!"...Tony cocked his head to the left, grinning, he tosses the box into the elevator.
"What the hell, man!"...He raised his hand, moving towards Tony.
Tony turned, grabbing Langer around the neck, the tips of his thumbs pressing into the bottom of his jaw, he slams him into the elevator's doorway, holding him tightly against it..."WHY...SO...SERIOUS?!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"...Tony laughed maniacally, then pushes Langer into the elevator, he trips and falls into his half empty box..."They're women, not bitches and they certainly aren't ugly, Wanger."...Tony smirked as he stepped back, holding up a pencil..."Wanna see a magic trick? Heh."...Tony tosses the pencil at Langer just as the doors were closing.
Tony turned, walking back towards his desk, he stopped as Ziva stepped out of a door and walked along the balcony and down the stairs. Tony smiled seeing her, he started to raise his hand and call out, but he stopped. She reached the bottom and turned left, heading away from the squad room.
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Gibbs and Fornell stepped into Abby's lab.
McGee yawns, sitting in front of her computer, Abby was draped around his shoulders, her arms hugging around his chest..."Go McGee, go!"
McGee lets out another yawn.
Gibbs sets a Caf-Pow on Abby's table..."Ooh!"...McGee exclaimed, he reaches for it, but Abby smacks his hand..."Not until you're done, McGee."
"Abby, I need caffeine."
Abby sighs..."Okay, but only one sip."...McGee tries to move his hand, but Abby was still holding it, so he moves his entire upper half down, fighting to get the straw into his mouth with Abby hanging on for the ride.
He finally wins the fight, clasping down on the straw with his teeth, he takes a drink and sighs..."Better?"...Abby smiled.
McGee replied with a smile of his own.
"Good, now back to work!"...She demanded, laying her chin on the top of his head.
"Well?"
Abby and McGee both looked up at Gibbs..."Well what, Gibbs?"...Abby asked, Gibbs just stared at her..."Uh, oh, McGee...Gibbs is about to slap you!"
"Huh?"...McGee looked back.
"He's not the only one."...Gibbs said.
Abby scoffed..."Not nice, Gibbs...not nice."
"Abby!"
Abby leans back, slapping McGee on the back of the head..."McGee!"
"On it, Boss!"...McGee shouted as he started to type furiously..."She's calling, Boss."
"SWAT is ready to roll, Jethro."...Fornell added, holding up his cell phone to his ear.
"1256 Melbrook Lane, Virginia Beach, Boss!"...McGee shouted, looking back at Gibbs.
"Go."...Fornell spoke into his phone..."You have a go."
"How long?"...Gibbs asked.
"Two minutes."...Fornell replied.
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Ziva stood facing the pop machine, she reaches into her pocket, pulling out a dollar, she straightens it and puts it in the slot, but it rejects it. She tries again, but once again, the dollar is rejected, she falls forward, pressing her forehead against the machine, letting out a sigh.
"Need change?"...A voice from behind her said.
She gasped, she slowly rolled her head from the machine as she started to turn. Tony was smiling, his hand out to her, inside his palm was 4 quarters.
Ziva looked up at him, but quickly started to lower her head..."You're late."
Tony dropped the quarters, moving his hand under her chin, raising her head up, his palm slid up her chin, along her cheek, tousling the hair from her face, he leans in, kissing her gently on the lips..."It's never too late, Ziva."