Okay, so I KNOW that I haven't updated in a while...and I'm sorry that this chapter is short…don't hate me for it! But please enjoy the next chapter! Thanks for all the reviews! OH! And guess what?? On Tuesday it will be exactly two weeks until the season 6 premiere! YES! I can't wait!

"I don't think I appreciate your tone, DiNozzo," he said, taking a step towards him. Tony gave a small glance at Ziva, who just stared at him, and then back at Gibbs.

"Boss. How did you know Ziva was in trouble? She didn't call you. She wouldn't have called you first. She would have called me," Tony demanded, but he realized that he may have said too much.

"You're an NCIS investigator, DiNozzo…figure it out." He said, and then looked quickly at Ziva before starting towards Tony's car. Once he got there, he outstretched his hand back to him, "Keys…DiNozzo." He softly said, motioning for him to give them to him. Tony fumbled in his pocket and then tossed him the keys before watching him drive away in his car.

"Mind giving me a ride to work?"

"Tony, it's almost midnight, I am tired. Come sleep with me, yes?" She smiled at him, seductively.

"I'll sleep with you, Ziva, in NCIS. Come on, I have to see someone." He said, and then disappeared into Ziva's apartment.

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"Abby?" Ziva asked as the elevator doors opened and revealed the lab to her eyes.

"Come on," Tony said, grabbing her hand in his and dragging her out of the lift, through the doors and into her lab. Her music was pumping loudly, "ABBY!" Tony yelled, and she appeared behind a cabinet.

"Tony!" She smiled, running over to him and hugging him in a bone crushing squeeze. The force of Abby's body against his caused Tony to have to let go of Ziva's hand. He involuntarily hugged her back, and then she hugged Ziva, who didn't hug her back.

Abby finally let go of her, leaving a bewildered Ziva behind, and she stepped back, "What's up? What's going on? You heard that Gibbs caught the real killer right? The bossmans always there! Right on time! Why are you here at midnight? Oo! Are we having-"

"Abby." Tony interrupted her, "We need to talk to you."

"What's up?" She asked, sitting down on top of the table, swinging her legs, which were wrapped in big, black, combat boots.

"Abby, we're…Ziva and I…" He took her hand in his and pulled her close to him.

Abby let her jaw drop to the ground, "You…and Ziva…and you two…and…" And that was when Ziva closed her eyes, for Abby let out a high pitched scream of excitement.

"Abby!" Ziva commanded, and the forensic scientist stood up, pacing around the office.

"Am I the first to know?" She asked, excited.

"We…" Ziva turned and stared at Tony, "Abs, we think that Gibbs knows."

"Of course Gibbs knows!" She rolled her eyes, "The man is magic…have I ever told you that? He's everywhere! Eyes, ears, everything…everywhere. How else does he know when I smack you, Tony?" Tony rubbed the back of his head, involuntarily, thinking about how much it stings when he hits him. Ziva smirked and let out a small giggle.

"He asked us how long we've been together…" Tony started.

"But we've never told him…Abby." Ziva finished.

"He's magic! Duh!"

Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and none other then Gibbs stepped out, a coffee in one hand, and a Caf-pow in the other. Tony quickly dropped Ziva's hand and leaned up against the evidence table across from her.

"Who's magic?" Gibbs asked, handing Abs the Caf-pow, which she gratefully took.

"Much appreciated, Gibbs."

"Thanks for your help, Abs." he said, leaning over and pecking her on the side of the cheek, "I'm going to go see the director, and then I want the three of you to go home…to your own homes." He commanded, pointing at Ziva and Tony. Tony's eyebrows went up, and his mind went to work, "Goodnight."

"I know that look, Tony. You're thinking about something. What are you thinking."

He contemplated for a moment, crossing arms while tapping his index finger on his right hand on his chin, staring down at the ground in deep concentration, "Tony?" Ziva asked, taking a step towards him. The only sound in the room was Abby's slurping of her drink, and the sound of Tony's finger against his chin, "Tony!" Ziva demanded, "Tell me what you're thinking…now."

Suddenly, his head snapped up, and his finger went up in the air, "By george, I think I've got it, Watson!" He said, in a British accent. Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together and glanced at Abby before turning back to Tony. He stood up to his full height and grabbed her shoulders, shaking them, "I got it!"

"What?" Ziva asked.

"Jenny!"