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J is for Jealous
"Do you have to act so jealous every time Tony shows interest in a woman?" Abby asked, slamming her hands down on the evidence table as Ziva strode into her lab, only a step behind her.
"I do not act jealous," Ziva said indignantly. "And what about McGee?"
Abby gasped and straightened abruptly, folding her arms across her chest. "What about McGee?"
"You are always touching him, kissing his cheek, hugging him. And when he goes on missions, you worry very much for his safety." Ziva took a step forward, moving around the table. "Should I be worried, Abigail?"
"No," Abby protested. "Of course not. I love you, Zee. You know that. Timmy is just...Timmy. He means a lot to me. He's special, but I don't have feelings for him anymore," Abby added in a rush. "I worry about all of you - every time you leave."
"You should not. We are highly trained field agents."
Abby nodded, her head lowering. "Something can always go wrong," she murmured.
"Indeed," Ziva said. "But not often. We are very good at what we do." She was close enough now that she could reach out and cup Abby's face in both hands. She did. "It is the same for me with Tony, Abigail. You worry for McGee every time he steps outside this building. I worry for Tony's heart. I know what it is like to be broken and empty. I only want him to find what I have." She wrinkled her nose. "But not who I have. I would be very upset."
Abby laughed softly, her head still bowed. "That's it? You promise."
Ziva smiled indulgently. "I promise." She lowered her finger to tip Abby's chin up. "Now kiss me quickly, Ahuvati, before Gibbs comes in and we are in trouble."
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