Au - My sincere apologies to everyone for the long wait. Ziva & Gibbs shall finally have a chat in the next chappie! So Review everybody! And I might be tempted to update sooner and even longer chapters ;)

Chapter 5: 'Morning things'

Abby peeked around the corner of the hallway. She had an excellent view on the entrance of the bullpen. Carefully she licked her lips and narrowed her eyes as she studied the entrance.

"What are you doing?" The rough voice made her jump in a mixture of surprise and fright and she quickly turned around to face the owner of the voice.

"Hi Gibbs." She said cheerfully making the older man smile. Then suddenly her voice turned serious and she began to whisper. "Don't give me away yet. I'm trying to spy on the others."

Gibbs smirked at her. "I won't Abby. Just make sure you drink a Caf-Pow now and then." He patted her on the shoulder and entered the bullpen.

"I will, sir." Abby said while making navy gestures. Now that everyone was inside the bullpen it was only a matter of time before one of them would show themselves. Yet it took a while before someone actually exited the bullpen and Abby was jumping impatiently with a fresh Caf-pow in her hand next to the entrance where she had cleverly hid herself behind a great green plant.

She sighed in disappointment at the sight of Tony who sneaked out of the room to sms someone.

Abby hummed softly in frustration at the sight of him. "Probably trying to get himself a date." She murmured.

Finally he seemed to have finished playing with his cell phone and he disappeared into the bullpen again. Abby was able to hear a slapping sound at his entrance and giggled to herself. Gibbs knew Tony had been flirting during work time.

Not much later McGee exited the bullpen. He was softly humming to himself and walked straight towards a coffee machine to fetch himself a drink. While he waited for the cup to be filled his humming got increasingly louder until he spotted Abby from the corners of his eyes.

"Abs?" he asked.

"Psst, Psst." Abby gestured for him to come closer and McGee grabbed his cup of coffee and went over to her.

"Why are you hiding behind a tree?"

Abby's cheeks turned a bright red colour. "None of your business." She whispered to him. McGee gave her a confused look and opened his mouth to say something. But then closed his mouth as he thought it better not to question the girl in front of him.

"Don't tell the others I'm here." She whispered him urgently.

He nodded his head. "Sure, Abby, I won't tell the lot of them."

She smiled broadly at him. "Thanks, McGee. You're the best." Whilst saying this she jumped out from behind the vegetation and hugged McGee close to her. Then she let go of him and returned to her former position.

McGee entered the bullpen with a very red head and Abby could just hear a comment made by Tony about 'hot chicks' and ' an inexperienced Probie' before the doors closed.

As time flew by Abby got tired of waiting. She had consumed no less than three Caf-Pows and felt the urgent need to go to the ladies room. When she silently entered the toilet she was startled to hear sounds coming from one of the cabins.

She looked at her watch and concluded that it was still very early in the morning.

Because of some new evidence the whole team had to show up early in the morning - one could easily say night – to finish the case. But since Abby had finished all her work yesterday, the reason why they had found new evidence and why everyone had to come immediately to the NCIS building to work, she had to wait until there was more or new evidence she could examine.

The sounds seemed rather unpleasant. 'Someone had a wild party last night.' She thought. Another 'bleeh' sounds echoed through the room as Abby heard someone flush the toilet immediately afterwards.

She shrugged and was about to enter one of the cabins when someone exited the cabin next to hers.

Mindlessly the other person stumbled towards the faucet and began to wash her hands. Abby gasped audibly at the sight of a very miserably looking Ziva. "Hi Abs." The latter one said. "Why are you sneaking around?"

Abby turned a bit pink and stuttered. "I just have drunk too many Caf-Pows, that's all." She excused herself before she walked to her friend.

Ziva had just washed her hands and was rearranging her hair. The pale colour her face was earlier had almost completely disappeared and now she looked as pretty as ever. Abby was amazed by this sudden change in appearance. One moment ago she had though Ziva was going to die.

"But you were sneaking around, yes." Ziva stated. Abby fell silent and just nodded her head.

"Okay, so perhaps I was sneaking around and spying on the lot of you. But that's what happens when you're workless. At least, that's what I do when I haven't got anything else to do."

Ziva tiled her head and looked her in the eye. "You finished your work yesterday. I thought they told you to go home and relax."

Abby giggled nervously. "I though I might as well stay up late and amuse myself by watching you work. You never know if there's anything new to be found which I'll have to examine." She smiled sheepishly at her friend.

"Right, Abby." Ziva stated as she pushed herself away from the mirror.

"And who would have told me to go home and rest?" Abby hastily added. She already knew the answer of course but yet she was very curious as to how Ziva would react to this question.

Ziva massaged her temples and closed her eyes for a moment. "There's only one man who could tell you what to do and who you would disobey, Abby" A clever reply but not good enough for Abby. She watched as Ziva started to return to the bullpen.

"Oh you mean Gibbs!" she hastily chirped out audibly. Ziva flinched, gritted her teeth and cursed something under her breath. It was all because of him that she was feeling horrible every morning.

"Yes, him. Am I allowed to pass now? I need to work." She breathed. But Abby didn't move and kept blocking her way.

"Tell me, Ziva." The young Goth started, "Have you been partying yesterday?"

Ziva had to laugh at the unexpected yet very innocent reaction from her friend. Abby was concerned and she thought it to be cute. "No, Abby, I haven't."

The Goth shrugged but nevertheless didn't move. "But if you're still ill you'd better go home and rest." Her face brightened a bit. "Perhaps I could temporarily replace you! Yeah! I bet I could do that. I'd be a temp, pestering Tony around the building, unnerving Gibbs and," Abby, realising her mistake and slip of the tongue and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

But instead of seeing an evil glaring Ziva in front of her she noticed that the special agent had a neutral expression upon her face.

"Finished Abby?" she asked dryly.

"I guess." The Goth replied.

"I'm not that ill, Abby. Believe me." Ziva gave her a small reassuring smile and Abby returned it.

"I'm sorry, Ziv. It's just that I've been so worried about you these past days. Are you sure you were not infected with one of these poison serums during the mission?"

Ziva grinned at her. 'Now that would have been interesting.' She thought to herself. "No, Abby. I'm not infected with anything. Just feeling a bit under the weather these past days. Don't worry too much about it."

Ziva smiled from the inside as she felt warm because all her friends cared so much for her. She felt as if she was about to cry from all the emotions. 'Probably hormones.' She thought to herself.

"Oh, okay. But you take care, please Ziva."

Ziva just nodded to her friend, she had to be tough and control these emotions of her. "I will, Abby. Thanks." And then she left the room.

"I think I don't need to go anymore." Abby murmured out loud and started to exit the room. Then just as quickly she ran back to one of the cabins and entered it, closing the door with the speed of a missile. "Okay, so three Caf-Pows is a bit too much."

She groaned and locked the door.

"Abby," Gibbs stated as he came marching into the laboratory.

"Not home, Gibbs." The Goth held up her hand to him.

"But your hand is?" he questioned dryly.

"It's a 'talk to the hand' sign, Gibbs." She replied haughtily.

"If you'd like to know, I do prefer talking to your face and not your hand, Abby. And not only because your face has eyes in it." He grinned at her.

"You're right, Gibbs. I guess I'm just too nervous to talk to you right now." She continued working on the computer file on her laptop.

"And now you're suddenly calling me Boss?" he settled down next to her while she tried to ignore his presence. After a minute of her typing and him grinning widely at her she finally turned her head to look at him.

"Oh, you're still here." She said and he laughed out loud.

"Really, Abs. What happened that you're suddenly so shy?" She laughed out loud as well but he could hear that she was indeed very nervous about something. 'Strange. Abby afraid to tell me something, that's new.'

"I've always been a modest and shy girl." She answered and turned her focus on the screen in front of her again.

Gibbs sighed heavily and stretched out his hands over the keyboard, making it difficult for Abby to type so that she had to pay him attention. A guilty look was plastered on her face and made Gibbs even more eager to find out what had happened. "Just tell me, Abs." His voice was soft and gentle. She could hear concern in it.

"It's Ziva." She started in a quiet voice. Gibbs leaned even more forward to her so he was certain he heard everything she said.

"What happened?" He asked in a breathy voice.

"She threw up." Abby replied truthfully. Their conversation being nothing more than soft whispers. Gibbs breathing was ragged for a short moment at her words.

"This morning." Abby added. Their eyes were melted and full of emotions of which both at least shared the emotion of concern.

"You saw that?" Gibbs asked quietly.

"Yes, Gibbs. This morning, and very early as well. She looked horrible. I thought she was going to die. But soon afterwards she looked better than before. She's pretty Gibbs. How can she be ill?" Gibbs understood what Abby was hinting at.


"She isn't." He roughly whispered back. "Abby, what have I done?" But he spoke before she could answer him. "I wish I knew. Let's hope I didn't hurt her too much." He slowly roused and exited the lab leaving a confused and emotional Abby behind.

"Only one way to find out, Gibbs." She murmured to herself.