Chapter One: Comodità

"Abby, you okay?"

Abby sat up to find McGee in the doorway of her lab. He looked a mess, his tie askew, hair wet from the torrential rain hanging down in his face. His eyes had a tired, dull look to them.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she sniffed

"Well you don't look fine."

"Thanks for that McGee."

"I mean you look upset."

"Oh jeez, I wonder why?

Abby was in no mood for his sympathy. She had spent the whole night crying for Kate. She had to move on now, it was what Kate would have wanted.

McGee sighed. He knew her too well. "Abby…"

"Why are you down here anyways McGee?" she felt bad for snapping at him, but she could never trust her emotions when he was around, and she had to stand strong. So he had to go. At least then if she were to break down, there would be no witnesses.

"I was just looking for something to do. Gibbs is out, Tony is sulking, and I feel like I need to do something. I'm going to go crazy if I just sit here Abby."

Abby's expression softened. She knew what he was going through, but also that it was probably affecting him more than her. McGee had always been too sensitive for his own good. It was one of the things that she had always loved about him. But it was also one of the things that had caused him the most pain over the years, "I know what you mean. I can't just sit here. I keep thinking about her."

By this point, tears were flowing freely down her face. She swore to herself. McGee had broken her barrier again. And there was no turning back now. She sniffed and carried on, "I miss her so much. She was an amazing friend."

McGee sighed, "That she was." Abby continued to sob as McGee stepped forward and and pulled her into his embrace. And that was how they stood for a while. To friends, linked by loss, submerged in each other's misery, holding each other and listening to the rain fall against the window, deafened by the silence of the night.

Across the Potomac, a different sort of sound cut through the silent night.