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| �Jalopy and record player,� Kate mused. Abby raised an eyebrow at her. �What? Is it wrong for me to know Italian?� she asked. �No, it�s just something I didn�t know about you,� Abby said. �My dad owned an Italian restaurant when I was little and the manager would teach me when I came in after school because between three and five it was practically dead,� Kate said. �Anyway, nothing you remember helps any, McGee. You�re sure you didn�t catch a name or something like that?� �Sorry,� McGee said. �Damn. Guess we�ll have to wait to find out,� Abby said, clearly displeased by the notion. They finished up their meals and Kate drove them back to NCIS so that Abby could pick up her car and McGee could catch his bus, even though both Abby and Kate offered to drive him straight home. By the time Kate got home she was too tired to do anything but flop down on the couch and flip on the TV, needing some brainless comedy to lull her to sleep and take her mind off of who Tony was meeting and why it was bothering her so much that she didn�t know. Taking shameful advantage of his badge and Federal clearance Tony got past security and was waiting at the gate hen the plane began offloading. She was in first class and was one of the first people to come through the doors, standing tall despite the fact that she barely reached five-two, wearing a long forest green coat over a black pantsuit and flats. �Anthony!� she cried happily when she spotted Tony. �Nonna,� Tony grinned, going over to the elderly woman and embracing her tightly. She didn�t even come up to his shoulders but she still hugged him as tightly as she did when he would crawl up on her lap to get away from his demanding father and his emotionally distant mother. �How was your flight?� Tony asked in Italian. �Long and bumpy,� Nonna replied, her Italian falling from her lips like bullets from an automatic rifle. �You are too thin, Anthony. Are you not eating?� �I�m eating,� Tony said, rolling his eyes. �I�ll have to fatten you up,� Nonna said as if Tony hadn�t spoken. Tony didn�t reply, knowing that there was no argument that he could make without getting hit with her purse, so he took her carry-on from her and slipped his arm around her shoulder, leading her through the security doors and out to the main terminal where they could collect her luggage. |
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