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A/N: This will have seven chapters: Tony, Gibbs, Abby, McGee, Ziva, Ducky, and Jimmy (although not necessarily in that order). I have most of them done, so this should be finished soon. Hopefully, I didn't butcher anything; please, tell me what you think.

Six Years: Tony.

In his living room, Tony has a table covered in picture frames.

There's one of him and his parents, taken years ago, back when everything was all smiles and laughter. He's in between the two of them, his arm around his mother's waist and his father's arm around his shoulders. They're standing in front of his parents' house in the sunshine, the wind blowing his hair to the side. He doesn't exactly like the picture - it's not a good one of him - but it's the only one of the three of them where they actually look happy.

There's one of him and Abby from only a few months after he joined the team. They're standing in her lab, with Bert in the background, and she's smiling so big he swears he can see every tooth in her head. He's got a hand around her shoulders and is pushing her close to him, until one of her pigtails is tickling the base of his neck. He's grinning into the camera, but his eyes are aimed downwards towards her; her eyes are closed, squeezed shut by her gigantic smile.

He has one of him and McGee at the annual Christmas party. McGee looks unsure, nervous, and out of place. Tony's standing beside him, a Santa hat only halfway on his head and forcing a beer bottle into McGee's hand. His other hand is in the younger man's hair, ruffling it slightly. They're both facing the camera, McGee with a small, toothless smile on his face and Tony with a mischievous, toothy grin.

Behind that is a picture of him and Gibbs. The pair are side by side, barely close enough to touch. Tony has his trademark grin on his face, seemingly unaware that Gibbs is simply drinking his coffee.

Next is a picture of Ziva. She's glaring at him from her desk, holding up a paperclip in warning. Her mouth is open slightly as she starts to yell. She doesn't like her picture taken.

The last frame is empty. It's a red, wooden frame, taller than it is wide, a black stand keeping it up. But behind the glass there is nothing but white. He had seen a frame a lot like it in Kate's apartment once; he thought it would only be fitting to put a picture of her in a frame a lot like one she had had. It wasn't until after he bought the frame that Tony realized he had never gotten a picture with her - the only one he had of her was from her wet t-shirt contest, and he kept that in a special box in his closet. He couldn't quite bring himself to put it out for the world to see.

So he keeps the frame in front and center of his small table, a constant reminder of the team member he will never be able to spend time with again.