AN: Yes…I'm shipping. I'm really trying to broaden my horizons and part of that is making myself write a variety of pairs etc. Most of you who read my works know I like to stay in canon, but again, I'm trying to branch out a bit. Not too mention make all the fans happy :) … And it's part of the fun of writing fan fiction…plus I just love Gibbs and Abby's chemistry. So here it goes. Let me know your thoughts as this is my first Gabby fic. :) Enjoy…
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"Is it me or is Gibbs losing his mind?" Tony offered to his teammates as he got up to lay a folder on his boss's desk.
Ziva looked up and made eye contact with him. "He has been acting a bit strange…stranger than usual…"
McGee disagreed. "He seems normal to me."
"Some detective you are McGeek. Something's obviously bothering him."
"Bothering who DiNozzo?" Gibbs strode in and picked up the folder Tony had just placed on his desk.
"Ducky boss…he seemed like he might be coming down with something." He shrugged his shoulders and retreated back behind his own desk.
"I just left him, he seems fine."
Tony shrugged again. "Maybe it's just me boss."
"He just got in, when'd you see him?"
"Yesterday."
"Yesterday was Sunday." He raised his eyebrow and eyed Tony intently.
"Weekends a blur boss…guess I meant Friday."
"Ducky had Friday off…now…is there something I should know DiNozzo?"
Tony tried to hide the desperation and looked to his team for help. McGee could only smile while Ziva simply shrugged her shoulders. "Okay boss, you got me. I was wondering…I don't know…if something was bothering you? Maybe?"
Gibbs smiled slowly. "What makes you say that?"
Tony once again looked to his teammates for help and this time Ziva came to the rescue. "You have been a bit more testy than usual…"
"Is that so?" He peered around at each of them, then settled his sights on Timothy McGee. "You agree Tim?"
McGee shook his head. "No more than usual boss…"
Gibbs gestured towards him. "There you have it. No more than usual. Now if I am, it could have something to do with the fact that your report has more errors in it than a first grade book report." He tossed the folder back on Tony's desk as he got up. "I'm going for coffee, and I'd like more than gossip to take place while I'm gone."
The three watched him leave and both Ziva and Tim could do nothing but stare at Tony.
"That went well."
After getting his coffee, he made his Monday morning rounds, ending ultimately at Abby's lab.
"Morning Abs." He softly kissed her cheek and she barely flinched. "Still mad?"
She shrugged. "Mad? Why would I be mad? It was only our 3 months anniversary of our little…whatever this is…and you forgot. Of course, I'm not still mad."
He tried to smile. "Abs, it's 3 months, I didn't think it was…"
"Significant…yeah you told me."
"And you told me it was no big deal."
"You have a lot to learn about women Gibbs." She turned to reach for her Caf Pow.
"I've heard that before."
"Then maybe you should start listening. Because you, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, will never be happy unless you try to understand a little bit more."
Gibbs nodded. "I think I do understand."
"Is that so?"
"You're upset."
"Wow. You must be a detective or something."
He stepped closer to her. "It's this…you're not mad at me for forgetting the 3 month thing…you're upset because you're still not sure that this is what you want."
"I'm not sure? I think you're a little confused there Gibbsy."
He didn't smile. "I want this."
She didn't smile either. "How bad?"
"Bad."
She put her hands on his chest. "Show me." She met his advance and he gently kissed her, but not before peering behind him to see if anyone was around. It wasn't long before she pulled away. "It's that."
"It's what?"
"That." She pointed towards the door "I don't want to be in a soap opera relationship Gibbs…I want to kiss you whenever I want, I want to flirt with you whenever I want, and I want to be with you whenever I want."
"You want a lot."
She nodded and pouted a bit. He lifted her chin up and stared into her eyes. "I want you Gibbs. And let's face it. I can't have you. I'm kidding myself. And so are you."
"I don't kid myself Abs."
"Then you're kidding me…and really, we've had this conversation like a zillion times and every time we just end up making out…not that I'm complaining…but we never reach a solution."
He tried to smile. "Maybe there isn't one…"
"What kind of cop out is that Gibbs?"
He shrugged. "Cop out?"
"AKA load of crap….I guess I expected more out of this than you can give."
He reached for her waist and pulled her into him. "What do I have to do? What do I have to say?"
She distanced herself from him. "Maybe you're right…maybe there isn't one." She turned away and in doing so knocked over Gibbs coffee cup. "You should go."
He stared at the spilled coffee then back up at her. "Is that what you want?"
"No…but it's the way it is. So just go okay?"
He nodded and watched her gaze leave his before slowly walking out; and could still hear her quiet whimpers as the elevator doors came to a close.