He hands her the carrier full of coffee. He pulls out his wallet, and pays the lady at the register. He puts his wallet away, and holds onto a caf-pow. They walk in silence, back to the elevator. As they wait, he finds the silence to be unbearable.

"I regret saying a lot of things," he begins.

"You should. You say things without thinking."

"I know."

"You should take it back."

"Why would I take it back? I don't regret saying it."

"You don't regret saying it? You should."

"Why? It's true."

"Is this where you explain to me that I misinterpreted what you said. You're going to tell me what you really meant?"

"No, I meant what I said."

"No you don't," she argues.

"How do you know?"

"I know that it's not true."

"Then you're not as smart, as I thought."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You should know, by now, it is true."

"You love me like a sister?"

"No, and I can't believe that you would tell someone that I'm like your brother."

"Why not?"

"A, because you killed your brother. And B, because then... never mind."

"Then what?"

"Then what I feel for you, would be incestuous."

"What is it, that you feel, for me, exactly, Tony?"

"I already told you."

"I don't believe you."

"Why not?"

"Because you... you know why."

"We're not always with people, for the right reasons. Sometimes the reason we're with someone is purely for physical reasons."

"What are you telling me?"

"That's why I'm with her. She fulfills a physical need, that I have."

"I see."

He exhales. He looks at her, and admits.

"I'm sorry about what happened, the other night."

"I know."

"I know it's not what you wanted," he adds.

"When are things about what I want?"

"You know that I would never leave you, right?"

"McGee, I don't know what I know, anymore."

"Why are you in such a glum mood?"

"Someone is dead. You nearly died. I think that I have a right to be in a glum mood."

"You didn't like the director."

"That doesn't matter."

"What is really going on here?"

"Just stop with the twenty questions. I'm the one who should be asking the questions right now."

"What questions?"

"What the hell were you thinking? I don't care how late you were, driving that fast, is reckless, and stupid. You killed someone. McGee do you get that? Your carelessness killed someone."

"It was an accident."

"It could have been avoided."

"A lot of accidents can be avoided, but they aren't, that is why they're called accidents."

"Actions have consequences McGee. Gibbs isn't going to be able to get you out of this one, if Vance's wife decides to press charges. You could go to prison. Do you understand that?"

"Abby why are you so angry at me?"

"Because what you did was stupid."

"I've done a lot of stupid things."

"I know, I've been there for some of them."

"Why do you care, if I go to prison?"

"Because you're my friend."

"You can come visit."

"You're unbelievable."

"What? What do you want me to say? I made a mistake. I'm sorry."

"You've made a lot of mistakes."

"Why do I get the feeling that we're not talking about the accident, anymore?"

"We are talking about the accident, just a different one."

"A different one? What different one?"

"McGee, you can't go to prison. I... I need you."

"You need me? Abby you don't need anyone."

"I love you."

"I know."

"No, you have no idea."

He washes his hands, and dries them on paper towels. He gets into the elevator, and finds solace in the quiet. This had been a rough day, already, and it wasn't even noon yet. He had already performed an autopsy, on a friend. Another friend, was in the hospital. It had been a day, of accidents. Accidents that they wouldn't soon forget. Accidents that they couldn't forget.

He sits on the couch, of his boss, his former enemy. They had never really gotten along. Their philosophies were too different, but that didn't matter now. As he attempts to console the wife of the deceased he can't help but feel the winds of change encircling them. Things were about to change, once again. He didn't know, if his team could handle anymore change. They had, in the past been able to adapt, with the changes. That was before they had lost so much. They had lost friends, and co-workers. It was become commonplace, and he didn't like it. He didn't like how comfortable he had become, with pulling on a suit, and a tie, and going to yet another funeral.

She finds her, sitting outside McGee's room. She shoots her partner a look. He hands Abby her beverage, and goes on, into McGee's room. Ziva kneels next to her. She sits crumpled up, against the wall. The tears trail down her face. She doesn't touch the caffeine laden beverage. Ziva touches Abby's knee.

"Abby, why are you out here?"

"I... I couldn't breathe in there."

"What's really going on?"

"This day, I didn't think that it could get any worse. I didn't think that I could be anymore in shock, but here I am. I just... I don't know if I can handle anymore change. I didn't need anymore accidents in my life, not today. I think any other day, I could have handled it, but not today."

"What's different about today?"

"I woke up, and..."

"And what?"

"I got out of bed, and the whole world changed. I think I would have been better off, if I had just stayed in bed, today."

"You don't mean that."

"The thought didn't cross your mind?"

"Maybe, but things change. Accidents happen. We have to deal with them, as they come."

"I am tired of dealing with everything. I am sick of change."

"What's wrong with you, today?"

"Everything. Everything is wrong. I don't know how to fix it, I don't know if I can. I don't even know where to start."

"The beginning?"

"I don't think that you're an expert on that. You're not that great with change, either."

"No, I am certainly not. Especially when the opportunity to change, comes from the least likely source."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tony."

"Tony?"

"What stupid thing did he say now?"

"He said that he loves me."