Ziva and Tony look up from their desks as Tim enters the bullpen.
"What's happening probie-one? Abby found anything useful in the evidence we brought back from the victim's house and office?"
"No, not yet" McGee replies as he settles back in at his desk.
"What's taking her so long?" Tony whines. "I know we brought back stacks of stuff but she usually works much faster than this. Has the Caf-Pow! machine broken down or something?"
"It has not been that long DiNozzo. She said she's going as fast as she can and that she doesn't need any help. She does seem to be a bit off colour though so that might be slowing her down."
"Abby was telling obscene jokes instead of doing her work? Maybe she has been hanging around DiNozzo too long." Ziva grins at them.
"Huh?"
"What are you talking about Ziva?"
"McGee said Abby was off color."
"So?"
"That means telling slightly rude, obscene jokes right? Off color jokes, yes?"
"Ah, well in this case actually no although it can mean that too. In this case it simply means Abby is feeling a bit ill, a bit off color."
"Oh."
"Not to worry. She'll get some Caf-Pow! into her and be right as rain in no time. In the meantime I'll go and give her a hand."
"She turned me down when I offered."
"Ah but I'm the senior field agent McGee." Tony leaves.
After a few minutes thinking Ziva asks "How can rain be right?"
*A/N - This isn't the chapter I intended posting this weekend but as I said I would and I'm a little 'off color' myself you get this instead.I'd apologize but you know what that's a sign of!*