Gibbs stared down at the top of Abby's head. He was lost in his thoughts and she was lost in one of her rants.
'I love her voice,' he thought, 'Oh, god, what am I thinking,'
He continued to stare down at her. He was standing behind her in the lab with his hands on the back of her chair.
'I love her, in general,' he thought again, 'Stop it, Jethro, no matter how you feel she'll never love you back. You don't deserve her,'
A voice that seemed to speak straight out of his heart, 'You have to tell her, she deserves to know."
'I can't tell her,' he argued with himself.
'You have too. You love her so much that it's keeping you from even listening to what it is she's saying right now about a case!' the voice chimed back.
'What's the point of telling someone of my unrequited love?'
'You don't know that Jethro, she could love you,'
'I don't deserve her. Look at her, she's perfect. Her skin is so soft and smooth and her eyes are so bright and beautiful…No, I don't deserve her,"
'It's Christmas Eve, Jethro, ask her out to dinner,' the voice disappeared.
"It's Christmas Eve…" Gibbs said softly.
"Uh, yes?" Abby spun around to face him, "Were you even listening to anything I just said?"
"No…Abby…I," he stammered, avoiding her gaze.
"Gibbs? Are you okay?" She was concerned now.
"Abby…I…I need to talk to you," he said softly and seriously.
"Okay, talk," She said.
"Not here. Definitely not here."
"Okay, where do you want to talk, boss man?"
"Will…will you join me for dinner tonight?" He asked awkwardly.
"Yes, I didn't have anything else exciting to do tonight, except party…" she said.
Jethro was lost in his thoughts again, "You don't have to come if you don't want to Abby, I'll understand."
"Gibbs, I'm coming, what time are you going to pick me up?"
"Seven." He said and spun away from Abby and dashed upstairs.
"Go home, Merry Christmas, good night," he mumbled to his workers and basically fled the building.