"Abs, ya got anything for me?" Gibbs entered the room, her Caf-Pow in his hand.
Lately, they had been working on the murder of a mother and her twelve year-old son. It was hard on everyone, mostly because they had never dealt with a victim so young. Abbie now stood over her computer, gothic-clad hand out-stretched for the drink.
She had on her favorite red skirt, black stockings on underneath. Her steel-toed boots clunked against the cement floor of her lab, her white lab coat shifting as she did. Today, her hair was down, just scraping her shoulders. She wore one of her favorite band-tees and a spiked choker. Her wrists were lined with the usual spiked bracelets as well as some others.
"I have plenty," She smiled as he handed her the drink. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with interest.
"You gonna tell me?" Gibbs teased, giving her one of his famous looks. She whirled back to the computer, punching a few keys.
"Have patience, Gibbs," She punched a few more keys, pulling up some files on the supposed father. "This man, he lied, Gibbs. He isn't the father, and in fact, nothing close." She punched one more key, pulling up a document with his real relation to the woman on it.
"He was the grandfather," stated Gibbs, his eyes landing on the computer screen.
"Yes. Two years ago, he tried for custody of the boy, saying that the mother was un-fit to take care of him. That ended with his loss, and the mother getting the money," Abbie looked to Gibbs expectantly, waiting for him to draw the conclusion.
"Grandfather wanted revenge,"
"And the boy got in the way before he could shoot the mother," Abbie's voice changed to a more saddened one. Gibbs gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, heading out the door.
"Good job, Abs," That left her smiling in her lab.
"Boss, I have-"
"Get your stuff, we're going," Gibbs grabbed his coat, slipping into it and grabbing his gun. His coffee found its way into his other hand.
"But boss, don't you want to-" McGee was stopped short by Gibbs walking past him. Ziva grabbed her coat, following Gibbs with a shrug towards McGee. Dinozzo walked in, right as Gibbs slapped him in the back of the head.
"Thanks for showing up to work, Dinozzo," Gibbs walked towards the elevator, casting an annoyed glance towards the rest of the group. Ziva and McGee laughed at Tony, following Gibbs almost immediately.
"Abbie gave us a lead," Gibbs stated once they were all inside the elevator. McGee looked to Gibbs with an inquisitive look.
"What lead?"
"The father, isn't the father," was all Gibbs said as he exited the elevator.
Abbie paced her lab, fingers intertwining nervously. The music was cranked, blaring out most of the other world.
The others had left hours ago, and not one word had been uttered as to where they were now. What could have happened? She knew that the grandfather could put up a fight, but she didn't know how much of a fight.
She had no doubt that the group could handle themselves, and she knew that Gibbs could, but… what was taking them hours to do?
"Abs!" A voice shouted over the blaring music. Abbie whirled, letting out a startled squeak. She came face to face with a frazzled Gibbs.
"Gibbs!" She flew towards him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Gibbs let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her as well.
"What is this?" He shouted over the music again. Abbie whirled in the same instant, turning the music completely off.
"What? I couldn't hear you," She smiled, hugging him again.
"Nothing, Abs," Gibbs replied with a smile in his voice.
"So what happened? What happened to gramps?" Abbie smiled as Gibbs pulled away. She jumped up and down eagerly.
"We got him Abs. He confessed, we got him on two counts of murder," Gibbs said, smiling a little more than he should have. Abbie squeaked again, clapping her hands together.
"That's great!"
"Couldn't have done it without you," Gibbs leaned in, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Somehow, this kiss was different than the other ones. A shiver ran down Abbie's spine, Gibbs lingering by her ear a second more.
"Thanks, Abs," He whispered.