Gibbs checked his watch; it was near four A.M. He'd stayed up all night working on that damn boat. That damn boat that nearly controlled his life. That, and work. He rubbed his tired and bloodshot eyes. No doubt Tony would have something to say about them. Tony had something to say about everything. Gibbs wondered if the kid would ever grow up, but then again, that's what DiNozzo was: a kid.

Sighing, Gibbs walked out of his basement, and into his equally empty and just as cold kitchen. It was bare ever since his last wife had left, taking all of her cute little kitchen-y things with her. Gibbs didn't know which he liked better, bare or full of cute kitchen-y things. Probably bare. He was so used to being alone now, he couldn't handle somebody else.

He heard a small ringing sound, coming from the basement, as he was about to pull open the refrigerator door. He grumbled, just wanting to get back to his boat…his damn boat. The stairs creaked as he hurried down, trying to catch whoever was calling him before they hung up. He reached the cell, and flipped it open, not bothering to see who it was.


"Hey, boss, it's DiNozzo. We have a dead Marine in his trashed home right outside of Quantico. I just got the call. Ducky's already headed out there."

"Got it, DiNozzo. I'll be there in ten."

"Okay, boss."

"Did you call Abby?"

"No, you want me to?"

"It's fine, I'll call her. See you at NCIS, DiNozzo."

"Okie dokie, Gibbs." DiNozzo replied, attempting to sound excited, a near impossible task at four in the morning.

Gibbs hung up, heading up stairs to quickly change and get on the road. He could already feel a headache coming on. He usually got those after his frequent all-nighters. After checking on his boat one last time, he stepped out his front door, got in his car, and left.

"Just another day," he thought, "just another day."

"Hello?" Abby said meekly, her voice clogged with sleep.

"Abs, we got a murder. I need you at NCIS." Gibbs said softly, using his sweet voice he almost always used with her.

"Oh, Gibbs…" Abby groaned.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are. Alright, I'll be there in a few."

"Thank you, Abby."

"I'm only doing this for you though." Abby replied spicily.

"I'll see you at NCIS, Abs." Was all Gibbs said back.

Gibbs hung up, smiling. Abby always made him smile. Her quirkiness, her silliness… everything. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, turning his attention back to the road. He decided to stop by a convenience store and get Abby a Caf-Pow, her favorite. After filling the huge cup, he walked up to the cash register, two dollars ready to pay.

"The usual Caf-Pow, Mr. Gibbs?" The cashier, Mike, replied.

"That's it."

"Okay, dollar eighty-eight. Want me to keep the change?"

"Same as always, Mike."

"You got it."

Mike finished ringing Gibbs up, and Gibbs left, still not able to see the sunrise. That's one thing he hated about these early morning murders, not being able to see. Along with the fact that it was four o'clock in the morning. Gibbs hurried to NCIS, parked, and strode inside in his usual fashion. As he walked in, DiNozzo was doing some crazy air guitar type dance and Gibbs head slapped him, just so DiNozzo would know he was here. Tony yelped a loud "ouch" at the unexpected pain.

"Abby here yet?" Gibbs asked in his usual quiet tone.

"Yes, she got here only a few minutes ago." Ziva spoke up, still laughing a bit from DiNozzo's performance.

As soon as Gibbs heard the word "yes" he stalked off into the elevator, pressing the button for the lab. Somehow, he thought seeing Abby would make everything about not getting any sleep and having to come in a four in the morning much better. He smiled again to himself, holding Abby's Caf-Pow, waiting for the doors to slide open.