"What did you say?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Why not?"
"What was I supposed to say?"
"You were supposed to tell him the truth."
"The truth? And what is that?"
"That you feel the same way."
"I don't."
"You, do. You think that you shouldn't. It's wrong because he's your partner, but you do."
"No."
"Why can't you admit that?"
"I will admit that, when you tell me what is bothering you. The real reason that you are in such a terrible mood."
"McGee and I, we..." she trails off.
"Is that news?"
"Recently," Abby clarifies.
"Oh."
"And, it brought up things, that I had forgotten about."
"Feelings?"
"That I don't think, are completely, reciprocated."
"They are."
"No, I don't think so."
"McGee is awkward, in relationships. He doesn't know what to say, or do."
"He needs to figure it out."
Ziva doesn't say anything. She just looks at Abby. Abby stares back at her, with an unusual look on her face.
-
"Did she lecture you?"
"Yes."
"Are you ok?"
"I think that I am better than she is, right now."
"You know how upset she gets, when someone gets hurt."
"This was different Tony, I can't explain it, but it was different."
"She has been acting weird all day. What did you do to her?"
"I may have reopened a can of worms."
"McGee! You didn't."
"I don't know what I was thinking. I guess that I wasn't thinking. I would never want to hurt her."
"I think that you did."
"I know, and I don't know how I can fix it."
"Why not?"
"Because this time, she wants more."
"And that scares you?"
"I had given up on that, a long time ago. Usually when she makes up her mind, that's it."
"Everyone is allowed to change their mind."
"I know, but I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"Don't be an idiot."
"Is that advice, from personal experience?"
"Pretty much."
"Pretty much? You're admitting that you act like an idiot."
"Sometimes."
"Sometimes?"
"I told Ziva that I love her."
"You did what? Why would you tell her that?"
"You know why."
"But she's not ready to hear that, even if it's true."
"If?"
"Even though it's true."
-
He approaches the two women in the hallway. He watches, as Ziva helps his favorite forensic scientist to her feet. She hands Gibbs her drink.
"I don't want this."
"Ok," he nods.
"We're going to go get some fresh air," Ziva reveals.
"I think that would be a good idea," he agrees.
He watches them disappear down the hall, into the elevator. He steps into McGee's room, and tosses the caf-pow in the trash.
"Why did you do that?" Tony questions.
"She didn't want it."
Tony's eyes lock with Gibbs'. Gibbs nods, and Tony races out of the room. Gibbs takes a seat, next to McGee.
"What was that about?"
"McGee you still have a lot of things to learn."
"Why didn't Abby want her caf-pow? Why did Tony run out of here?"
"You should be able to answer that yourself."
"Boss... I have no clue. My brain..."
"Isn't working today?"
"No, I guess not."
"What happened?"
"I overslept. I was running late. I didn't want to get to work late."
"I'd rather you get there late, than dead."
"I know."
"McGee this is serious. You killed someone, today."
"I know."
"I hope that she doesn't press charges."
"She should. I did it. It was my fault. I deserve to be punished."
"It was an accident."
"She should press charges."
"I don't think that would be fair."
"To me?"
"To Abby."
"To Abby? What do you mean?"
"Figure it out."
"Where are you going?"
"I'll be back. I've got to go round up your teammates."
"Boss, I..."
"I know, McGee. And you're going to be a whole lot sorrier, soon."
"Why?"
Gibbs doesn't say a word, he just points to the trashcan, as he leaves the room.