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I'm bored. Figured I might as well post the second part of this.

Title: A Night to Forget 2/?
Rating: PG-13ish (some violence later on...)
Character(s): Tim, Tony, Ziva, Gibbs, Ducky and Abby (but mainly the first three)
Genre: Supernatural, Angst, Drama.
Summary: Tim, Ziva and Tony after a unusual occurrence find themselves struggling to escape a doomed ship in a night they may not survive.
Spoilers: Chimera (very slight spoilers)
Warnings: Not as yet... Maybe violence in later chapters?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Link to first part

Chapter One

24 hours earlier

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

Tony was throwing paperclips at his teammates. It was two o'clock in the afternoon and they had no case. So instead of catching up on paperwork like Tim or reviewing cold cases like Ziva and Gibbs(who had gone for coffee), Tony was finding ways to entertain himself. So far he had played paper ball basketball with Tim's desk and bin as the score board; attempted to start a stapler war and started to tap the drum parts to songs on his desk. Now he had moved onto the throwing of paperclips at two already annoyed agents.

Finally, Ziva had enough. 'Tony!'

'Yes Ziva?'

'Find something else to do with those paperclips.'

'Or what?'

'Or I will show you what we do with paperclips at Mossad.' Tony visibly gulped at Ziva's words.

Tim rolled his eyes at Tony's antics. He did this very time they had a slow day, and then seemed shocked at the outcome. Typing in one last case number he sent his finished reports to the printer. Collecting it, he placed it on Gibbs' desk. Done. He thought as he returned to his own. Clicking on a minimised screen he pulled up the instant messenger he was talking to Abby though.

LordProbie: Abby? You there?

ForensicGoth: Yup. U done?

LordProbie: Yes. =)

ForensicGoth: YAY! Now wat were we up 2?

LordProbie: Your photos. You were showing me the best ones you had.

ForensicGoth: Oh yeah…check this 1 out.

LordProbie: Hang on. Gibbs is back.

ForensicGoth: K.

Gibbs strolled into the bullpen. He could see Ziva trying hard to ignore Tony, who had moved onto rubber bands and Tim who was seemly working hard on his computer.

Smirking as he walked in, he was shocked to hear a splash in his hand. Looking down, he saw a rubber band floating in his coffee. Realising that leaving the lid off his coffee he turned to the likely offender. Tony, who was suddenly looking very sheepish and avoiding his eyes. At Gibbs' glare, he pointed to Ziva. Ziva began to splutter, her eyes wide and mad.

Realising that she was innocent, Gibbs turned back to the most likely offender.

'DiNozzo!'

'Yes Boss?'

'Any reason why there's a rubber band in my coffee?'

'Umm…I missed?'

Gibbs just glared at Tony as a reply. 'Right. I will clean them up. And get you a new coffee.' Tony didn't move until a second glare had him leap up from his seat.

Only to trip over it. And fall forwards onto his face. From his seat, Tim smiled, only to lose the smile when Tony sent him a Gibbs like glare. Averting his eyes, Tim returned his attention to the computer screen.

LordProbie: I'm back.

ForensicGoth: =D

LordProbie: Tony just fell over his chair. It was very amusing.

NCISNinja has entered the conversation

NCISNinja: It was.

ForensicGoth: Hey Ziva.

LordProbie: Hi Ziva.

NCISNinja: Hey. What are you two doin?

ForensicGoth: Looking at my photos. Wanna c?

NCISNinja: Perhaps later. I have work to do now.

LordProbie: Gibbs' phone just rang. I think we have a case…=(

ForensicGoth: =( I better go then…ttyl?

LordProbie: Yup. Bye.

ForensicGoth: Cya.

Tim looked up at Gibbs, who had just hung up his phone. Instead of telling them to grab their gear, he was rooting though his desk for something. Finding what he was looking for, he lifted it out, and then threw the item at Tim who only just caught it. Checking the bottle, Tim groaned.

'Seasickness tablets? Again?'

'Yup.' Gibbs replied.

'Where are we going, Boss?' Tony asked.

'Aboard the Harp Seal. Helicopter leaves in an hour.'

'Harp Seal? Never heard of it.' Tony said as he grabbed his gear.

'Not a Navy ship.'

'Then why are we going to board her?' Ziva asked.

'They just found three dead marines aboard her.' Gibbs stated as he headed for the back elevator.

The team watched him go. Then a thought occurred to Tim.

'Abby.' Ziva and Tony both gave him a blank stare. He elaborated. 'Who's going to tell Abby where we're going. And that we are going.'

The other two members of his team looked at each other and said together 'Not me!'

Tim groaned. 'I'll tell her. I just hope I get out of there without broken ribs.'

Tony patted Tim on the back. 'Look on the bright side McGee. If she breaks your ribs you won't have to go.'

Tim gave a small smile. It left his face once Tony pushed him towards the elevator Gibbs had just entered.

'Jethro! To want do I owe the pleasure of your visit?' Ducky asked as Gibbs entered Autopsy. He was sitting at his desk, the room surprisingly empty at the moment.

'No bodies Duck?'

'No, thankfully. It's given us the opportunity to catch up on our paperwork.' Ducky replied gesturing towards the desk where Palmer was sitting, hard at work. Palmer, having glanced up at the sound of the doors opening, gave Gibbs a nervous smile then returned to his paperwork.

Gibbs offered his friend his own smile. 'Got a body for you Duck. Three actually.'

'Really? Well then, Mr Palmer! Go prepare the van. Where are these bodies Jethro?'

'Aboard the Harp Seal somewhere in the Atlantic. Helicopter's waiting to take us to her.'

Ducky looked slightly nervous. 'This ship…she's not another Chimera, is she?'

'Nope. She's a smuggler's vessel apprehended in our waters.'

'With the bodies of three marines aboard.' Ducky questioned.

'Yup.'

'Well then, we had better hurry if we're to meet this helicopter. You know, this reminds me of another case I once worked. Actually, it was my first case with NCIS…'

Gibbs led his friend out of Autopsy and towards the carpark, while trying to listen to Ducky's story.

'Abby?' Tim poked his head around the door of Abby's lab. Seeing no sign of her, he entered.

'Abby!' he called. Looking around he realised Abby wasn't in her lab. Turning to go he walked right into her, knocking her over.

'Sorry Abby! Are you all right?' he asked as he helped her up.

'I'm fine McGee. Why are you down here? I thought you had a case. Or was it a false alarm. 'Cause if it was and since you're down here I can show you all the photos I've been looking though. Do you know how many photos you can fit onto one CD? Because…'

'Abby!' Tim interrupted her.

'What McGee?' Abby looked slightly ticked off at having been interrupted.

'First off, you need to give me time to answer. Secondly, we do have a case.'

'Then why are you down here for? Shouldn't you be headed to the scene?'

'I am headed to the scene as soon as I'm finished here.'

'Okay then why are you here?'

'To tell you we're all headed to a ship in the Atlantic…' Abby butted in before McGee could continue.

'Like the Chimera?'

'No. It's not a Navy ship. Or a Navy black ship. It's just a ship with three dead marines aboard her.'

Abby took a breath. 'So you came down here to tell me this and…'

'To say goodbye?' Tim offered. Abby looked at him for a second, then swept him into a bone crushing hug.

'That's so sweet McGee!'

'Thanks Abs.' When see didn't let go, he continued, 'Abs?' giving her a meaningful look.

'Oops, sorry.' Abby said as she lowered her arms.

Smiling, Tim checked his watch. 'I had better go, the helicopter leaves in forty five minutes.'

'Bye Tim.' Abby said as Tim left the lab. She knew she was being silly but she couldn't shake the feeling that she had just said her final goodbye to Tim. And that she would never be seeing him again.

Stop being silly Abby, she abolished her. He's coming back. That wasn't a final goodbye.

But the feeling still stayed with her.

'How much longer?' Tony demanded sounding for the most part like a small child asking the infamous 'Are we there yet?'.

Resisting the urge to growl, Gibbs asked 'Fifteen minutes.' Tony grimaced at Gibbs' words and returned to his previous activity of annoying Tim. Gibbs cursed the seating arrangements that had Tony sitting out of head slapping range. But as Tony had been the last to arrive, barely making the flight, he was the closest to the door. Gibbs, as the first arrival was the furthest from it.

'So Gibbs, what is the case behind the bodies?' Ziva asked.

Ducky answered, having been filled in by Gibbs on the way to the airport. 'A smuggler's ship was caught in American waters. They found the bodies of three marines aboard. This is rather similar to a case I once worked…' A cough for Gibbs had Ducky discontinue his story. 'But, perhaps I'll tell you another time.'

'So, that is all we know?' Ziva asked again.

'Anymore details will have to wait until we begin our interviews, Officer David.' Gibbs replied. Ziva nodded then began to look out the window for any sign of the ship they were to board.

Gibbs leaned back and closed his eyes, hoping for a few minutes of peace and quiet. Any hope of that was dashed when Tim finally yelled at Tony to quit bugging him. Groaning, Gibbs opened his eyes to sort out the younger agents. Who needed children when you had agents like this working for him?

God he would be glad when they reached the ship.

Part Three