This is the start of a new multi-chapter fic. It's not set at any particular point during the series but might be a bit AU as Jenny is still around. NCIS is not mine but I wish it was.

The first thing Abby noticed as she started to drift from sleep to consciousness was the fact that she was hungover. Her head was pounding, she felt sore all over and she daren't risk opening her eyes. The second thing was that even with her eyes shut the room seemed too bright, lying on her side she seemed to be facing a window that should be on the other side of the room. A quick further analysis of her situation and Abby's sure she's naked. A slight movement behind her suggests that the thought which just crossed her mind that she's not alone was correct.

Abby racked her brains trying to remember what happened last night. She really wanted to know who she was with before she had to face them. She couldn't tell if her bedmate was awake yet but Abby calmed her breathing and tried to project the image of being asleep to gain herself some time. She tried to figure out the last thing she remembered. It had been a rough week but they'd wrapped a bad case up and the team had headed out for drinks to unwind. Had she gone on somewhere after everyone else had gone home? Did she hook up with someone in front of the team? Or was that one of team sharing the bed? Please let it not be McGee again, she didn't think he could take another rejection.

Abby suddenly had an arm and leg thrown over her as her bedmate turned and snuggled up to her. As they pressed themselves against her this gave Abby her first positive information. She was in bed with a women! As she was bi this wasn't a complete shock but she was usually pretty choosy about her ladies. She might have the odd fling or one night stand with a boytoy but she only really ended up in longer term relationships with women and they didn't start by jumping into bed. What had she been drinking last night.

Noises coming from outside the bedroom drew Abby's attention. It sounded like someone running upstairs. As the door to the room burst open, her bedmate turned onto her back pulling the cover up fully over them both.
"Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauties! Coffee time!" Tony called standing in the doorway with two steaming mugs.
"Tony! Get out of here." Her bedmate spat.
Abby's eyes shot open as she realised where she was and who was beside her. She'd spent the night in Gibbs' spare room with Ziva. At least that explained why they'd ended up in bed. This was no stranger this was a women she had feelings for, but having Tony there while she was in bed with her was mortifying. Abby cringed and burrowed further into the covers as Tony made his way into the room and deposited the mugs on the dresser.
"I know you've always said you were a screamer Ziva but Abby's as bad. Me and McGee really struggled to sleep downstairs with all that racket. God knows what Gibbs and the director thought, although I think they may have been busy themselves." Tony relished in the situation.
"Tony, we would appreciate some privacy here..." Ziva sighed
"I mean way to announce you've been breaking rule twelve. Abby you were practically ripping Ziva's clothes off as you went upstairs." Tony showed no sign of going anywhere enjoying this far too much. Abby winced and Ziva stuttered. This clearly got through to Tony.
"You mean that was your first time together? Wow you two don't do things by halves do you?" Tony stated.
"Tony seriously get out before I hurt you. I think me and Abby need to talk."
"Okay, okay! I'll go help McGourmet with breakfast. Gibbs and the director haven't surfaced yet either and I'm not giving them a wake up call." With that Tony left closing the door behind him. As much as Abby had hated Tony being in the room, now he had left she really wasn't looking forward to a chat with Ziva.
"Abby..."