I don't know if you guys actually understand this or not, but I really do rely on reviews to continue my writing so I know people ACTUALLY want to read my things. I see the numbers, at some point I had close to 430 readers in one day, and not a single review was posted. Seriously, I need reviews to keep on writing.

Anyways, here's another story… I decided I have a better audience so far for my GABBY stories, so I will use this plot in NCIS form.

Disclaimer: You know it's not mine, I really don't even feel this to be necessary.

"Okay Gibbs, we ARE going to play a game. You cannot get out of this one!" Abigail Sciuto said stubbornly.

"Fine Abby, what game are you making me play?" Gibbs asked. He could use the distraction from his lack of cases.

"Truth or Dare… but the dares are my favourite part… so it must be a 5 dare before 1 truth type thing. So since I decided the game, you get to dare first." Gibbs wasn't exactly pleased at the idea of Abby deciding dares for him, but he decided to give her one that was on the forefront of his mind for a while.

"Alright, I dare you to not drink CafPOW! for an entire work day, actually, no CafPOW! Or caffeine." He said feeling like he wasn't going to be too hard on her.

"Gibbs, you cut straight to the chase don't you? Can I have one last sip?" Abby asked sadly, but Gibbs shook his head and removed the cup from her. HE gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her he would be back a little later.

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Later that day Gibbs walked in around lunch time to take Abby out for some food, but she was nowhere to be seen. He walked further into her lab and noticed her staring listlessly at a computer screen.

"Abby, are you alright?"

"Gibbs! This is torture… I can't function. I have a headache the size of Bert's mom, and my stomach is about to eat me!" Abby said frustrated.

"Abbs, let's go out for lunch, you have 11 more hours until the day ends. I will let you even pick the place. That was the difficult part, you just have to ride out the rest of the day." He said while grabbing her purse and jacket.

"Why is everything going to slow Gibbsy?"

"Because you're normally going 300 miles-per-hour." He grabbed her hand and led her out of her lab to go and get some Italian food.

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"Gibbs, I have another 7 hours, and you are going to wait it out with me. Let's grab some bangers and mash and head back to my place." Abby said as she walked out the NCIS doors with him.

"That is fine, what do you want to do at your place?" He asked.

"We are going to paint!"

"I am just not going to ask and wait to see when we get there."

~~~~~~~~~SHORT TIME LAPSE~~~~~~~

Abby set the bag of food down on her coffee table which was the only thing left in her living room.

"Abby, where is all of your furniture?"

"We are painting the walls for the next 6 hours."

"Okay… do you have rollers and what not?"

"Oh no Jethro, not like that. Since when do I do anything the traditional way? We are going to have fun with this. I bought neon glow in the dark paint… we are going to make a mess, and call it a job well done." Abby said throwing her head back and laughing.

Abby left to grab a few painters tarps to put on her floor and the paint buckets. She handed Gibbs a bucket of red paint and he started to do something that looked a lot like finger painting.

"Gibbs, you're doing it all wrong. First thing, you cannot be wearing that much clothes to do this. The button up and pants have to go." Gibbs obeyed Abby, and was soon standing in her living room in his boxers and a undershirt. Abby quickly did the same thing, in a pair of skully boxers and her bra. "Next, you have to paint like this," she grabbed a handful of paint and threw it at a unsuspecting Gibbs.

"You missed the wall Abbs." He said when he looked down at his shirt seeing a bunch of paint.

"No, this is how you do it. My friend Sarah is an artist, and this is how she paints, it's a study of body movement. Trust me, there will be plenty on the walls." After comprehending what Abby was saying, Gibbs quickly threw a bunch of red paint at her.

In rebuttal, Abby sent a bunch of blue paint at him. Paint was flying back and forth, Gibbs ran out of red after Abby was on her second bucket, and he grabbed green. They continued their battle using up all of the pink, green, blue, red, and yellow. At that point they were using the paint stuck on them to throw at each other and eventually Abby gave up on grabbing it and just threw herself at Gibbs. They landed in a thud against the dark grey walls of her apartment, and it left a lovely print on her wall. Gibbs decided to flip her around and push her up against the wall leaving an imprint right next to his.

He couldn't help himself, he leaned over and put his hands on both sides of her head and kissed the very corner of her mouth. She then wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him while resting her ear right under his paint covered heart. She kissed him then, short and sweet, and then used both of her hand to create a heart in the middle of their body prints.

Gibbs looked at the clock on his phone and said, "How about a CafPOW! Abbs? We can even go looking like this as long as you put a shirt on." She smiled and grabbed his hand, their half-eaten food left forgotten on the coffee table.