"Move over, you're in my space. You keep bumping me."
Tony ignored Abby and stayed where he was, shoving her a little to irritate her further. She stuck her tongue out at him, shoving back so that he almost fell off his seat on skeleton of the boat.
"Hey," Gibbs warned, smacking the back of his instigating agent's head and lifting Abby to another part of the boat, "Watch it."
Both huffed before returning to their conversation. He sighed. If he thought it would deter them the slightest bit, he might start locking his door.
It had been a long case. Not particularly grueling, just long. So now, when all he wanted was to be left alone with his boat and his bourbon, of course he had visitors. Still, he didn't mind it as much as he thought he should. At some point, he would have to admit that he actually enjoyed having them there. It was amusing to watch them bicker, when they weren't trying to push each other off his boat.
Gibbs was not in the mood for one of them to crack their head open on his basement floor.
Starting up the stairs, he turned back for a moment, silently warning that no one be hurt when he got back, boat included.
As he grabbed a few beers from the fridge and orange juice for Abby, who was hyper enough without alcohol, he happened to catch sight of the window.
Oh, shit.
When you couldn't see that well out of your car windshield because it was snowing so hard, it was bad out. When you couldn't make out the neighbor's house from across the street, it was worse. When you couldn't see your own damn mailbox, you were screwed.
Ten minutes later, he was confiscating keys from protesting employees. No one was going out in that weather if he could help it.
A sleeping bag was dropped in the guest room and orders were made to figure out who slept on the floor for themselves. Although, a long look shared between the two men over Abby's shoulder settled who would be on the bed that night.
"Night Boss."
"Night Gibbs."
Gibbs kissed Abby's forehead and nodded to Tony, before striding away from her giggles and his assurances that there was a movie with a blizzard just like this one, and into his room.
However, soon enough, he was on his way back to growl out that it was late, and if he was kept awake all night by their talking, no one was going to be happy in the morning.
When they were still talking later, he barged in and glared. Sighing he gestured towards Abby.
"Come on."
She looked up at him, confused. Patience snapping, he grabbed Bert and snatched Abby up into his other arm.
"Say goodnight," he tilted her down long enough for her to kiss Tony's cheek and mumble a quiet goodnight.
With that, he stalked off, hippo and scientist in tow.
"I'm not a piece of furniture, Gibbs," she complained, "You can't just move me where you want me."
"Just did."
Gibbs nudged open the door at the end of the hallway open and carried her inside, flicking the light on as he went.
"I've never been in her before."
Abby gasped quietly as she glanced around the room that had clearly belonged to a little girl at one time.
He drew in a long breath and laid her down at the end of the bed. Drawing the covers down, he helped her scoot in before gently smoothing them back up to her chin.
"Goodnight, Abbs," he whispered, carting a soothing hand though her hair, "Get some sleep."
"Do you have any bagels instead, Gibbs?"
Gibbs stared at her, and set her plate of toast down in front of her.
"It's the same thing, Abbs. Eat your toast."
"Gibbs!"Abby cried, scandalized, "It most certainly is not the same!"
"She's right, Boss. There's a big difference. And now that you mention it, Abby, that sounds good. I could go for a bagel."
Gibbs looked at his employees in disbelief, before snatching the toast off Tony's plate and sticking his finger through the center, creating a hole.
"Ya happy now, DiNozzo?" he asked, dropping it back on his plate.
Tony picked up his toast, staring sadly through the hole.
"Very, Boss. Thank you."
Gibbs turned to Abby and gestured for her to hand over her plate. She shook her head and drew it closer to her body.
"That's alright. I'm in more of a toast mood anyway."
"Thought so."
They finished they're breakfast quickly, while watching the television weatherman explain everything from white out conditions to closed roads.
"Looks like we're gonna be here a while."
"Yes," Abby said, bouncing in her seat.
The older man listened as Tony and Abby babbled excitedly, only one thought in his head.
Shoot me.
I might make this a long one, what do you think? Meanwhile, the kind of snow they're having is practically summer where I'm from.