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:::X:::

"What are you two doing with Anthony?" Ducky asked incredulously.

"We were…" Tim began, then looked over to Ziva.

"Reenacting a kidnapping case."

Ducky's face was unspeakably hilarious as he asked Tony, "Is that what you were doing, Tony?"

Tony looked at Ziva and saw the deadly look in her eyes. "Yes," he swallowed, his reply barely comprehendable. "That's what we were doing."

"Alright…" Ducky continued to stare at them curiously until Ziva and McGee silently decided that they should leave, and take Tony with them.

"We'll just be leaving then," Ziva said, before ripping the tape off of Tony's mouth in the most unmerciful way, receiving a squeal from him.

The three then made their way from autopsy and into the elevator.

:::X:::

Abby's Lab

Gibbs sat just watching Abby; it was amazing to watch her work. Her head nodded to the beat of the music as she moved throughout the lab methodically. He was convinced that she would be able to complete her job with ease even if her eyes were closed.

Suddenly, she stopped and turned to him, gaining his attention.

"Gibbs," she said, "it's the weirdest thing."

"What?"

"Well, after we, um, were in my office, after you left, I found this." She lifted up the covered dish with evidence in it that Tony had brought earlier.

"What's weird about that, Abbs?"

"Gibbs…It wasn't there before."

"You're sure it wasn't?"

"Positive."

"What're you saying, Abby?" He asked, even though he had a feeling he knew what she was saying.

"I'm saying that someone was in here while we were in my office."

"Do you think they saw…"

"I don't know… But we've got to find out!"

:::X:::

"You guys! Why did you do that to me?" Tony said, massaging the skin around his mouth from where Ziva had pulled the tape.

"Don't act like you don't know! You had sex with Abby!"

"No I didn't! She's like family to me! I would never, ever have sex with Abby!"

"Then what were you two doing when we went down there earlier?" McGee questioned.

"What do you mean?"

"'Thanks Tony', 'ha-ha, anytime, Abbs'?" Ziva recalled.

"My voice doesn't sound like that," Tony interrupted.

"'I can't believe the mess I made'?" Tim exasperatedly reminded him.

"Oh, that! You guys got it all wrong! I was helping Abby pick up some papers she dropped!"

Ziva was about to question him further, but then started to understand the Three's Company-esque situation that they had gotten themselves into.

"But that doesn't explain why you made up that story about Gibbs and Abby."

"I didn't make that up, though, Ziva!" Tony exclaimed, growing tired of defending himself.

"I don't think he's lying, Ziva," McGee chimed in calmly. "I mean, we both know that Tony's pathetic desperation for attention often makes him seem crazy-"

"Hey!"

"-but this seems pretty legitimate. And his story makes sense. Maybe it's time that we just talk to Gibbs and Abby about it to see if we can put this in order and end this craziness. And I'm also pretty sure that was the first thing someone's said today that wasn't completely insane."

"I'm all for that," Tony said after thinking it over.

"So am I," Ziva agreed.

:::X:::

"Yeah, Gibbs," Gibbs answered his desk phone expectantly.
"Gibbs, I'm going to check the evidence dish for fingerprints."
"You are?"
"Yes. Anybody could have seen us! I need to know, Gibbs."
"Abbs, if anyone saw, I don't think they'd go around telling people," he said, unknowingly.

"Maybe you're right. If you weren't so threatening, someone might," she laughed.
"Good thing I am." He smiled.
At that moment, Palmer walked into Abby's lab, holding some more evidence in a dish for her to go over.
"Oh, Gibbs, I gotta go. More evidence to go through. I'll tell you if I find anything on the dish!"

She turned to Palmer after she ended her conversation with Gibbs. "Got some more goodies for me, Jimmy?"
"Just this," he said, placing the dish next to a similar one.
"Thanks, Jimmy," Abby said.
"No problem," Jimmy replied, taking the empty dish beside it so he could clean it downstairs.

After inspecting the evidence that had been in the clear container which had mysteriously appeared on her desk earlier, Abby reached over for the dish to check it for prints. What Abby didn't know was that Palmer had just taken the dish that she thought she was looking at.

This, as expected, would most likely lead to no good.