Title: Mission
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Internal Affairs, season five.
Summary: A little scene set a while before before Abby's interrogation in Internal Affairs.
"Abbs, c'mere. Got a mission for you."
She follows him, bubbling with nervous energy. This situation is totally screwed up – it can't lead to anything good! They're being held down here like criminals. At least one of them is under investigation, maybe all of them are, and what will she do if one of her friends is charged with murder? What if she says something that condemns one of them to a life behind bars?
As they head toward the shelves in evidence lockup, the FBI agent on guard takes a step forward. Tony intercedes. "You don't wanna go eavesdropping on that conversation. Trust me."
They round the corner, and Gibbs takes her by the shoulders, pushing her up against the shelves. She fights back the instant zing of attraction as she looks up into his face – the last thing on her mind right now should be sex. But the look on his face makes it clear to her how she should be addressing him. "Sir?"
"Need you to do something for me, little tease." His words are breathed into her ear. They're standing so close to each other that they're practically embracing.
Her brow furrows as her submissive self wars with her moral self. "You want me to lie to Fornell?" She can't, she'll get caught and charged with obstruction, but Gibbs is her Dom and she loves him and she'd die for him if he asked her to-
He shakes his head, smiling a little. "Wouldn't do that to you, Abbs."
She sags a little, relieved. "Then what, sir?"
He presses her back against the cool metal shelving unit, dropping a slow, lingering, not-quite chaste kiss on her forehead. She smiles, feeling a little of her apprehension at the situation drop away.
"Tell Tobias whatever he wants to know. Be honest with him. But make him work for it. Piss him off a little first. Can you do that?"
She can't help but giggle. This is gonna be so much fun, and it'll give her something to focus on. Something other than worrying and imagining the worst. "I'll do my best, sir."
"Good girl." He kisses her then, catching her lips briefly, but forcefully. Reminding her of her place. Of how happy he'll be with her if she fulfils her mission.
"Special Agent Gibbs!" The FBI agent's calling, sounding a little suspicious.
Gibbs hooks a finger through the leashing ring on her collar, tugging a little, and she follows him back toward the others. He drops his hand back to his side as they come back into the rest of the team's line of sight, and she fights to surface from the submissive mindset, giving the FBI guy an angelic smile.
She's still scared of being on the receiving end of an interrogation, but now she has orders to hold it together, she knows she'll do fine.