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Chapter 3

The old Abby, Gibbs thought. He looked around the apartment in wonder. He was very surprised to see her back. He walked around the living room and then found his way into the kitchen. He was further shocked. He leaned in the doorway as he watched her fix the coffee pot.

"Abs?" He said quietly.

"L.J?" She responded without looking at him.

"What happened?"

"I woke up one morning with Abigail screaming at me she wanted back. That there was a way that we could co exist."

"And you agreed?"

"Of course. I miss her too sometimes." She said as she turned around and leaned on the counter with on hip. "Didn't you?"

"Everyday. So does this mean that she decided?" He asked quietly.

"It does." She said with a small smile.

Ziva was having a hard time giving Tony directions and he gave up, finally. He drove her to his place. He didn't have a hard time picking her up and carrying her in though. So he did. He knew the new layout like the back of his hand so he didn't have to turn any lights on. When he laid her down on his bed, he did turn his lamp on. For some reason, this woke Ziva up. She sat up straight in the bed and looked around.

"This is not my place." She said sleepily.

"I know. You're at mine."

"No, this is not your place. I know your place, it smells different. This one smells clean. Where am I? Did you bring me to McGee's?"

"No, Ziva this is my new place."

"What happened to your old place?"

"I needed somewhere new."

"Do you want to talk?"

"No, you need sleep, Ziva."

"I'm awake and sober now, Tony."

"I bet you say that to all the guys." He said with a smile.

"Only to you."

She barely had time to catch the t-shirt that Tony flung in her direction.