Things get very silly between the Director, Gibbs and Abby…
I am sorry for the atrocious quality of my story. I really am sorry but I was in the mood for writing something quick and very silly. It is only meant to be some light hearted fun so ENJOY!
A/N: I do not own NCIS. It belongs to Mr Bellisario. I own only the plot. (Although there isn't much of one…)
Embarrased Yet?
Abby skipped into the recently painted bullpen of the NCIS headquarters.
"Well this is nice." She smiled to herself as she bounced lightly around the room examining the bright walls.
"Magenta always was destined to be the colour of NCIS" She said to herself.
The bullpen was very empty for this time of the morning. It would normally be packed with agents waiting for assignments. Abby merely shrugged to herself and sat down eagerly in Gibbs' chair. "Ooo still warm." Gibbs was obviously in the building but just hadn't shown himself yet.
Abby spun round on the chair slowly examining Gibbs' belongings. "An iPod...cellphone…mag with hot chicks on…and a video game." Abby listed off all the things to herself quietly. Hmm, Gibbs had suddenly moved into the 21st Century!
"Looking through my stuff Abs? " Gibbs had just walked up to his desk.
"Well not looking through," She showed no surprise as usual to see him suddenly standing there, "More looking at." She turned her puppy dog eyes to Gibbs. He was smiling brightly. "You've had your teeth whitened Gibbs!" Abby jumped up and hugged him tightly. "Very sexy." She smiled widely.
"You like it Abs?" He grinned even more widely and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"How about my hair and my shirt?" Abby looked him up and down. His hair was dyed jet black and his shirt was a lurid green with a mustard coloured albatross pattern on it.
"You clash perfectly with the walls Gibbs!" Abby giggled and jumped on his back.
"Will you give me a piggy back to the Directors office please oh-so-brightly-coloured Gibbs?"
"Whatever you want Abs." And he galloped up the stairs to the Directors office with a giggling Abby on his back.
Meanwhile…
The director was in her office, the radio turned up to the full. She was in a large baggy T-shirt with only a pair of bright pink, frilly knickers on and a pair of fluffy, pink handcuffs around her wrists.
Gibbs and Abby walked in on her dancing around, arms waving in the air, and singing VERY badly to Calvin Harris' "The Girls".
"-tall girls, I like them short girls—"
She had her back to them when they walked in and was still bopping when Abby coughed loudly.
The director jumped looking startled and flicked to another radio channel.
"We have interviewed the director of NCIS on the matter. Let's see what she thinks.
Well Leroy Jethro Gibbs is incredibly handsome
but I would never consider doing that to him!
Ok, maybe I would but don't tell him that! (laughs wildly)
"Jethro...Abby, What can I do for you two?"
(In unison) " How about…..LET US JOIN IN!"
So they danced and danced all day, letting their dignity fade away...