Tony stood in front of McGee's apartment door, he knocks several times..."Come on, McGoo. Let me get a look at those bruises. Let me see, McGee. You don't get shot everyday."...He knocks again..."Probie!"

The lock on the door unlocks..."You can do it, just a little more."...Tony cheered him on..."Now turn the handle."

The doors slowly opens, Abby stood in one of McGee's MIT shirts.

"Heh. Oh, hey, Abs."...Tony slides past her into the apartment, moving into the kitchen and starts searching through his cabinets..."Where is McLucky?"

"Taking a shower, what are you doing?"

"It's a rule, Abs, you wouldn't understand. The alpha male must mark his territory everytime he enters another male's domicile, plus I'm hungry and he's gullible and always has girl scout cookies or something."...Tony reaches up, grabbing a package of cookies, he opens it and takes a cookie out, tossing it into his mouth..."God, I love Samoas, Abs, but anyway."...Tony chews and moves over to Abby..."How is he? Honestly."

"He's shaken up, but I think he'll be okay and I know what you're thinking."

"What, that you took care of him? That you really care about him?"

Abby buries herself into Tony's chest, crying.

Tony lightly pets along the back of her hair..."Shhh."

"No one ever dies again, I can't go through another Kate, Tony."...Abby muffled through her tears..."I just can't."

"We're federal agents, Abby, we..."...Abby leans back, looking up at him. He sighs, pulling her back in..."Yeah, Ziva didn't buy into that either."

"What are you doing here, Tony?"...McGee asked, drying his hair with a large black towel.

"We were just talking about you really needing to read the Kama Sutra."

"We were not, Tony!"...Abby scoffed, stepping back, smacking him on the chest.

"Heh. We were just talking about living forever, McGee."...He pulls away from Abby, moving towards McGee.

"You aren't gonna hurt or anything are ya?"...McGee raised his arms in a defensive manner.

"When have I ever hurt you, McGee? Mentally? You do know that I care about you, right?"

"Well, you do treat me bad, Tony."

"Welcome to DiNozzo sensitivity training, 101. Believe it or not, there is a method to my madness."

"Which would be?"...McGee said, intrigued.

"You used to be a 'wet behind the ears' probie. To be a cop, McGee, you need thick skin, the ability to see through the bullshit and lets be honestly, who has more bullshit that me?"

McGee chuckles..."True."

"Hey!"

"Sorry."

"Heh. It's okay, McGee...and to quote some German guy, whose name slips my mind right now...'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,' right?"

"It's actually, 'what doesn't kill us makes us stronger,' but you're right, Friedrich Nietsche said it and he was German, but I get the jist of it."...McGee flashes back through the entire time he's worked with Tony, the good, the bad, the ugly, the hilarious, the heart-wrenching..."I'm a better agent, because of you."...McGee smiled.

Tony gently slaps McGee on the back of the head..."You're MY probie."

"Awww, are you two gonna hug?"...Abby enquired with a smile.

"I don't think so, Abs, I might love the little McGoo and I might pretend to be his gay lover, but it takes a lot for a DiNozzo to hug another man."

"You hugged Gibbs."

"That's different, Abby."

"How so?"

"Gibbs had clothing on and McGee is wearing a robe and he smells like fresh coconut."...Tony stares at McGee..."Why do you smell like coconut?"

"It's my shampoo."...McGee answered.

"Are you sure you're not McGay."...Tony grinned.

"If you must know, me and Abby just had sex!"

"McGEE!!!"

"Heh."...Tony steps back towards the door..."Don't worry, I'll let myself out."...Tony gritted his teeth, carefully closing the door behind him..."Dead. Probie. Walking."