Ziva's morning had been normal so far. She got up at five am to go running, and when she got back home, she took a quick shower then did her hair and makeup. After eating, she got a call from DiNozzo, telling her that it was her morning to bring everyone's coffee.

Stopping at Starbucks on her way, Ziva brought a grande caramel frap light no whip for herself, a vente black coffee two shots for Gibbs, DiNozzo a grande latte, and McGee a grande mocha, just like she did every Monday morning. While she was out, she stopped to pick up a Caff-Pow for Abby, just because she had time.

When Ziva arrived at NCIS, she immediately noticed two things: one, there was a sobbing Abby sitting at her desk; two, she, Abby, and Gibbs were the only three there. Ziva put her caramel frap and Abby's Caff-Pow on her desk, DiNozzo's latte on his desk, McGee's mocha on his desk, and walked over to hand Gibbs his coffee. She shot him a questioning look, and then glanced at Abby.

Gibbs shrugged. "Talk to Abby. I couldn't get it out of her."

Ziva handed Gibbs his drink and went over to Abby. She put a hand on Abby's shoulder. Abby looked up at Ziva; her face was streaked with black eye makeup, and her eyes were red and puffy from crying. In all the time Ziva had known Abby, she had never seen her cry. Extremely upset, yes, near tears even, but never actually crying.

"Z-ziva? C-can I ta-talk to you in my l-lab?" Abby stuttered as she choked back another sob.

Ziva handed Abby the Caff-Pow and replied, "Of course."

Abby stood up. Her little-more-then-shoulder-length black hair, usually in pigtails, hung without expression by her face. She was wearing a red shirt, denim skirt, and flip-flops. She looked completely un-Abby.

Ziva followed Abby to the elevator, where Abby broke down again. Ziva couldn't figure out what had happened to cause her friend so much pain. They got out of the elevator and walked to Abby's office. Abby grabbed a box of tissues off her desk and wiped her eyes and nose, spreading more makeup all over her face. Abby then started sobbing on Ziva's shoulder. Ziva put her hand on Abby's back, doing her best to calm her broken friend.

Once Abby calmed down, she looked at Ziva again. "Ziva, have you ever done something… Not right, and knew that you shouldn't ever do it again, even if you really really really really really really really really really really wanted to?"

"Yes, but who hasn't?" Ziva asked.

"Well," Abby trailed off, "last night…"

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McGee woke up with the worst hangover ever. He showered, dressed, and drove to work, meanwhile under the influence of many extra-powerful Advils. He walked into NCIS and smiled faintly as he saw the mocha on his desk. But smiling hurt his head, so he stopped.

'It was irresponsible, egotistical, childish, reckless, foolish, immature, thoughtless, inconsiderate, selfish, insensitive, out of control, and inappropriate. It was so out of line, Tim. You need to go and apologize.' McGee thought, beating himself up. He was so mad at himself for what he had done. But it wasn't as if she had resisted… McGee sighed.

"McGee." Gibbs called across the office. Gibbs's loud voice really hurt his head. "Abby walked in this morning crying, and if you had anything to do with it..." he stopped.

McGee quickly nodded his head and walked to the men's restroom. He sat on the floor with his face in his hands, willing the headache to go away. He could faintly remember what had happened with Abby yesterday, but somehow they had both gotten drunk. They had gone to a concert, and then… McGee tried to remember what happened next, but he couldn't. Images flashed across his mind, but none of them could've been real, could they?

The door opened, and the noise hurt his head. "Probie." DiNozzo called into the bathroom. McGee groaned from the noise and his coworker.

"What?" he whispered.

DiNozzo lowered his voice. "Why are you whispering?"

"Because my head hurts." McGee replied, knowing that this would probably lead to questions he really didn't feel like answering.

"I know what happened yesterday." DiNozzo said. "But I only know half of it. Tell me the rest and I won't tell Gibbs."

McGee groaned. "Ok, fine."

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"Okay, so what happened?" Ziva asked, hoping it would help.

Abby frowned. "Well, one of my favorite bands, Lo-ball, was playing a free concert in the park, so I decided to go. I usually go alone, but I really didn't feel like it, so I called McGee to come with me. He did, and it turned out that they were serving free alcohol there. The concert was fun, I don't think McGee enjoyed it because I listen to weird music, but it was still fun to not be alone even though there's always a lot of people there and I see them at every concert so I know them, but I don't know-them-know-them." Abby paused. "Sorry. Anyway, I don't even remember drinking the alcohol because we have work today, and I don't remember McGee drinking either, but we must have. Anyway, after the concert was over, McGee and I…" Abby trailed off again, trying to figure out what to say.

Ziva's eyes got really big. "You…

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… didn't!" DiNozzo exclaimed.

"Well, I think I did." McGee said miserably. "And apparently Abby has been crying all morning."

"Wow you're that bad?" DiNozzo asked.

McGee glared at him and walked out. "If you don't get it, then you're hopeless."

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"Not to act like your mother or anything, but did you use any… protection?" Ziva asked the awkward questions, which Abby answered as truthfully as she could remember.

"I don't think so."

"Are you on birth control?" Ziva asked.

Abby shook her head. "No. I used to be, but it totally sapped the 'me' out of me."

"So you could quite possibly…"

"No! No, Ziva I would know. I just would." Abby explained.

"Whatever you say, Abs." Ziva shrugged.

"I'm serious, Zee. I would know. Cross my heart hope to die." Abby said straight-faced.

"I think you should take the morning after medicine anyway." Ziva said, still unsure.

"I'll be fine Ziva. It's okay." Abby laughed.

"Rather be sorry than safe I suppose." Ziva grumbled. Abby laughed. The whole argument was forgotten when Gibbs called Ziva up and everyone went back to their work.

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"So, I talked to McGee. He says—"

"He and Abby. Yes. She told me." Ziva cut DiNozzo off.

"Well, what should we do?" DiNozzo asked.

"Nothing. " Ziva replied simply.

"Nothing?" DiNozzo asked in disbelief.

"Nothing." Ziva repeated.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Don't you want to get involved."

"McGee has a gun and Abby could easily frame us for murder. And come to think of it she could easily kill us. No, I don't want to get involved. I'll admit that Abby is more of a threat than McGee though because we have guns, too but…" Ziva reasoned.

DiNozzo laughed. "So we don't get involved?"

"I never said that. I said I didn't want to. Not that I wasn't going to."

"So we do get involved."

"I never said that either."

"I'm really confused."

"Because that never happens." Ziva rolled her eyes.

"So…"

"We never had this talk."

"No problem with me."

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"Hey McGeek." DiNozzo greeted when he returned to his desk.

"Hi. Hey, you didn't tell anyone, right?" McGee asked.

"I didn't not tell anyone that opposite of didn't already know." DiNozzo smiled.

"So you didn't?" McGee asked unsurely.

"I didn't say that." DiNozzo smirked.

"Now Tony, don't start that again." Ziva walked in. "Abby's fine, McGee. Don't worry. You two will be back to being friends in no time." At the end of the work day, Abby came up the stairs to walk out to her car.

"He's worried about you." Ziva whispered.

"Okay?" Abby asked.

"No, he's been freaking out all day. It took all my persuasion to keep him from going outside to shoot himself. He feels so guilty." Ziva expanded.

"But it wasn't his fault. It's mine. I'm the one who wanted him to go to the concert, and it's not like anything happened. We can just go back to being friends like nothing happened, right?" Abby asked, but her eyes betrayed her fear.

"I don't know, Abs. Stuff like this takes time to get over, unless you're going to get together. Then you should be okay." Ziva shrugged as she followed Abby into the parking lot.

"Rule twelve, Zee." Abby shrugged.

"You would let one of Gibb's rules get in your way of having everything you have ever wanted?" Ziva whispered.

Abby laughed nervously. "I'm his favorite. I have big shoes to fill."

"Abigail Sciuto, don't you ever say anything like that ever again. You've talked to me, alright? I know you, Abby, and I know you love him, and whenever you talk about him, my heart just aches, hoping I could find someone I love that much. Abby, if I found someone like that. I wouldn't ever let him go." Ziva exclaimed.

"Are you trying to say I take him for granted?" Abby challenged.

"No, no Abby I'm not. I'm just saying that if I found someone like that I wouldn't let anyone stand in my way. You guys just belong together. Why are you laughing?" Ziva asked, her eyes narrowing.

Abby giggled. "Because you have found someone. And you're using Gibbs's rules as an excuse to deny you like him."

"Abby what are you talking about?"

"Bye, Tony!" Abby called. "By Zee." She smirked at Ziva, got in her car, and drove away.