McGee: If it wasn't Vance then who?
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"Why do you look more pissed than sad Probie?"
Tim glanced to his left at the accusation. "You have no idea how I'm feeling Tony."
"I don't?"
"No, you don't."
Tony stood up and made his way over. "Yeah, you're not pissed at all."
"Well why shouldn't I be? You got to see her…I didn't."
"If it's any consolation we weren't exactly on speaking terms."
Tim scoffed. "I said, you got to see her…I didn't know the last time I saw her was gonna be in Abby's lab…"
"I didn't know until Gibbs got on the plane Probie…the only person who got a goodbye was him."
McGee leaned forward onto his desk and stared into space. "Figures."
"Come again?"
"I guess I'm just a little bitter okay? I wanted to be out there with you guys…but instead I had to be here. I always have to be here…"
Tony watched his gaze shift down at his desk. "Chin up McGee…"
"Yeah I guess…I just wish I had been there. I could've helped more. All I did here was find out that Ziva withheld information…Im probably half the reason she's still there."
"Its her home McGee…not your fault. Not anybodies fault."
"But hers." He swallowed hard. "She could've come back if she wanted it bad enough."
"Maybe…"
"Guess I'm feeling a bit rejected to go along with the sadness and bitterness…."
"A whirl wind of emotions," Tony placed a soft hand on his shoulder. "You're not the only one Probie…" He gave it a gentle squeeze before returning to his desk.
"Think we'll ever see her again?"
Tony thought for a moment as he stared at the empty desk across from him. "That's up to her McGee…that's up to her."