1Abby had really done it this time.

Actually, it had been more of a series of actions that had gotten her where she was now. Not a single thing that could be summed up in the word "it". Either way, there she was, standing in her lab, hugging Bert tight and wishing that she'd never come to work that day.

~*~

She'd been in a bad mood this morning, and she couldn't even blame it on waking up on the wrong side of the bed. You see, she slept in a coffin, and there isn't really a whole lot of breathing room in one of those things. There is only one side of the bed for Abby.

Anyway, by the time she got to work, she'd already spilt Caf-Pow! on her favorite shirt and gotten her first ever speeding ticket. Really, who gets a ticket for going twenty miles over the limit? Sure it was foggy, but she was late! Abby was never late, and this traffic cop had the nerve hold her up even more!

Once she was in the comfort of her lab, Abby was still raging and storming around, her eyes clouded with frustration. She worked quickly and sharply, slamming evidence onto the table and pressing the buttons of her machines way harder than she needed to get the job done. Her ferocious glare and cutting comments had federal agents with a healthy sense of self preservation high-tailing it away from the lab, hoping to con another coworker into risking their necks to take evidence to the forensics department.

Unfortunately, Gibbs' self preservation had apparently gone AWOL because when Abby whirled around to scold the next agent who had the audacity to bother her in the middle of her bad mood, there he had been, holding out a Caf-Pow! with one eyebrow raised. It wasn't everyday that he saw his favorite forensics scientist, who was usually so sunny, thundering around her lab and cursing under her breath.

"What? You haven't brought me any evidence today, and I didn't leave anything of yours running overnight," Abby had spat, crossing her arms over her chest.

Gibbs bristled a bit but ignored her attitude and set the Caf-Pow! on the nearest counter.

"I know. I came to see what had you in such a bad mood that you sent my loyal St. Bernard back with his tail between his legs. Anything you want to talk about?"

If it had been any other time, Abby would have winced and felt bad about shouting at Tony, but he had been down here bothering her. She had a right to be angry sometimes! There was no rule that said she had to be peppy all the time! At least there wasn't to the best of her knowledge, but it was entirely possible that there was a Gibbs rule that she forgot. They were easy to mix up.

"I'm fine. If we're done here, I'm busy."

With that, Abby spun on her heel to face the computer monitor, blatantly ignoring her boss. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was stunned. Abby had never taken that attitude with him before, and he was pretty damn close to spanking her right that second. Instead, he decided to go out on his case call and hope she straightened up before he got back. If not, she was going to be one sorry scientist.

As it turned out, Abby most certainly did not straighten up by the end of the day. So far, she had rejected evidence from the agents if it wasn't labeled and signed for correctly and refused to explain to her less forensics savvy coworkers what her results meant. By the time Gibbs got back from the call, there was a line of frustrated field agents lined up at his desk, all on their last nerves, waiting to complain about the forensics specialist.

He got halfway through the line and Gibbs had heard enough. He dismissed te agents and hurried down to Abby's lab to have a little talk with her. When he arrived, the music was on full blast, but it wasn't the normal noise pollution that filled the lab. The singer, if you could call it singing, screeching profanities that didn't make sense when they had been put together.

Flicking it off, Gibbs stood next the woman who was glaring up at him.

"We need to have a talk, Abigail."

Abby brushed past him and turned the music back on. She took a minute to collect herself, not entirely sure that angering her boss further was a good idea. Finally, she spun herself slowly to face him, staring defiantly.

Gibbs put a firm hand on her shoulder, turning the dial on Abby's music player so hard that she was sure it would never work again.

"I wouldn't suggest that you keep that attitude up, young lady. You don't want to disrespect me like that again."

"Piss o-"

Before she could complete her sentence, Gibbs had her bent over his arm and flipped her short skirt up. He landed four sharp swats to her backside before letting her up, catching her chin he tilted her face up to look him in the eye.

"Wait here for me. I have to go calm down, but when I get back you're sure as hell going to be sorry for your attitude this entire day."

Eyes burning, he stalked out of the lab.

~*~

Abby put her head in her hands, tears welling in her eyes. She had let her temper get the better of her all day, and now that she had time to think about it, she was ashamed of her actions. Even worse, Gibbs was furious at her. Her ass was still stinging from the earlier swats, and Abby had a hunch that they wouldn't be the only ones she was going to get that night.

Making a snap decision, Abby gathered her things and left for the bullpen. She had to apologize to Tony, before she left the building.

~*~

Gibbs sat at his desk after taking a detour to talk to Ducky. He knew that Abby hadn't meant to do anything that she had done that day, but that didn't mean that there wasn't going to be a punishment.

After he'd finally convinced himself that he could deal with Abby calmly, he stood from his chair and grabbed money for the "You're Forgiven Caf-Pow!" that she would receive after her punishment, he announced that he was going to see Abby to Tony, who was working late at his desk.

"She's gone, Boss. She left half an hour ago."

Gibbs stared at his Senior Field Agent in disbelief. Abby had done a runner. She'd stayed where he told her to for less than ten minutes.

He sighed and picked up his keys. He had a forensics scientist to find, and she was sure going to regret leaving the building.

You're sure racking up the offenses today, aren't you Abbs?

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There we go! Poor Abby was the victim of a bad day! I'm not sure if this will be two chapters or three, but I really hope to have the final parts up soon. Thanks to Gina, who gave me some good ideas for the next chapter in her last review! Thanks for reading!