Dusk was upon the team when Tim found Abby sitting alone, by one of the parked NCIS vans, just watching their building, their home be pulled apart. From a distance, of course.

"Can I ask you something, Abs?" he said, sitting beside her, and wrapping the blanket he'd been given around his shoulders. The spring air was strangely cool tonight.

"Yeah," she replied, staring at the dark, ruined building and not at him. She subconsciously fiddled with the cross at her collarbone.

"How can you…I mean, after everything that's happened, I…" he stammered, unsure of how to phrase this question.

"Spit it out," she coaxed.

"How can you still believe in God?"

Abby's responded quickly, though she didn't sound offended. "How can you not, Timmy?"

"But wouldn't He…you know, God, would he let things like this happen?"

Abby placed a hand over his. "He's not a puppet master, Timmy. He leaves people to make their own choices. Dearing made a bad choice. God's still here for us."

"Isn't that a little rich coming from a trained forensic specialist and conspiracy theorist?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

Abby seemed adamant to make a point this time. "McGee, faith is faith. By definition, that means having complete trust in something. Everyone needs faith. it's stronger than anything. Why do you think Ziva comes to work every day with the same Star of David hanging around her neck? Because she has to believe that she has greater purpose and future on this planet that to be subjected to torture her entire life. Why do think, every time something bad happens, Tony goes to church? So does Gibbs. Faith isn't something that can be bought or sold. At the end of the day, it's the one thing we'll always have with us. I think that's what people like the most about faith. The safety, the security. That little place you have in your heart for the one thing you truly, wholly believe in is the safest place you'll ever find. people can ridicule all they want, no one can truly take your faith from you. It's something truly yours. It almost doesn't matter what exactly you believe, so long as you believe in something."

McGee just nodded, taking in her powerful words.

"Now, Timmy, if you'll excuse me," Abby said, standing up. "I have a church to visit."



"Do you think…" he hesitated. "Do you think you've got room for one more?"

She grinned and held out her hand. "I thought you'd never ask."