The glorious sounds of Christmas music tinkled through the reception hall. McGee smiled as he took in all the decorations. It was as if they had been transported into a Christmas party from ages past. The brass ensemble kept the music coming as the revelers danced, ate and enjoyed one another's company.

"I still can't believe you insisted on having Christmas again, Abby," McGee said to the woman who had barely left his side since he had been released from the hospital. It's January the 4th."

"I know, and you and Tony spent Christmas trapped in those awful tunnels and I don't even want to think about that. You have both recovered and now we can celebrate together," she said with a smile, entwining an arm through his.

"We were released from the hospital a week ago, Abs," McGee reminded her.

"Yeah, but you couldn't dance then," she said with a sly smile.

"No," he said quickly. "Having recovered from my gunshot wound does not mean I can suddenly dance."

"Awww…" Abby turned her face into a proper pout, giving McGee her guilt-inducing look.

"Abby," he warned.

"Please?" she asked sweetly.

McGee sighed. He had never been able to tell her no before, and he wasn't going to start now.

"Alright," he finally agreed, taking her hand and leading to the dance floor.

"I do not believe I have seen McGee without Abby since you came home," Ziva said wistfully.

"Yeah, she's a good friend," Tony said.

Ziva quirked an eyebrow at him.

"What?" Tony asked. "They're just friends, Ziva. Abby is only giving him more attention than me because he needs it more."

"Oh, I see," Ziva said knowingly.

"Care to cut a guy a break?" Tony said, pointing at the cast on his arm.

"I beg your pardon?" Ziva asked, not understanding.

"You're supposed to take pity on me and ask me to dance."

"Why would I take pity on you? I did not break your arm. Someone else can risk her toes."

"Ouch, Ziva," Tony said, wincing at her comment.

"Sometimes the truth hurts. I believe that is the correct phrase."

"Ah, but you always hurt the ones you love," Tony countered.

"So that is why you always tease McGee." Ziva said with a smirk.

"No, I… That's not what I meant!" he called after her as she walked away chuckling.

Ziva walked up to McGee and Abby as the song ended and another began.

"May I butt in?" she asked.

"It's cut in," McGee said with a grin.

"Same difference," Abby said. "McGee doesn't really like to dance."

"I'd like that, Ziva," McGee said with a smile.

Abby watched as they began to glide gracefully across the floor. Well, as gracefully as McGee could manage, that is. She shrugged her shoulders and went to look for a new partner. She smiled when saw Director Shepard leading Tony to the dance floor. Now where had Gibbs gone?