Title: Sanding Wood
Rating: PG for now
Spoiler: Season 6 Knockout
Author's Note : This story is just in the beginning but I wanted to get it up.
Abby
I am on my way to Gibbs' house. Earlier he came into my lab and and loaded the stack of wood into his pick up. He told me he was going to help me build that coffin. A coffin I didn't plan on making until I told Director Vance I was. I figured Gibbs owes me because he was asking information on a case that was the Directors. I stuck my neck a little to far on this one but it ended well.
I did enjoy signing with him. It had been awhile since we've done that. I like how he knows he can depend on me and the same goes with him. I am almost there. Not like I have anything else to do but most of all I don't mind the company. I brought some Chinese for dinner. I figured I didn't eat , Gibbs hasn't either.
I park behind his pick up truck. I walk up his drive way into his house. I don't bother knocking as he doesn't bother locking his door. I walk through the entrance through the kitchen with my brown bag of food. I see the light coming from the basement and head towards there.
"Hey Gibbs." I slowly step down the stairs trying not to fall down.
"What ya got in the bag?" He keeps cutting the wood in front of him.
"Chinese." I grab one of the paper containers out of the bag and show it to him.
He moves some tools out of the way and brings another sawhorse up to his work table. I lay down the bag and start taking things out of it.
"I figured you were hungry." I hand him a pair of chopsticks.
He just took a bite of some noodles when he shakes his head up and down for a yes.
I giggle at him eating. Just like me we forget to eat when we are busy and subsitute beverages for meals.
"Are you ready to make this?" He asks then takes another bite of his noodles.
"Sure am." My pork fried rice is so delicious. "I'm actually thinking about making a coffin bookcase, if thats possible?"
"It is." Gibbs grabs another container thats on the table. Guess he was really hungry.
"Great. I already have a coffin and need a bookcase. So I am still making the coffin I said I was but making it useful." I reach out for sauce when Gibbs hands it to me.
We finish up our meals. I clean up and put the tools back on the table. Gibbs goes to other side of his work desk and grabs a piece of paper and walks back to me. Its a drawing of the coffin with measurments for it. He takes his pencil and changes the measurments to accomadate my request for a bookshelf. It doesn't take him to long and he hands me a saw.
When I work with Habitat for Humanity we use power tools. This takes me a bit to get use to. He sees my frustration and comes over. He places his hand on top my hand that is sawing. He shows me the correct way to do it.
"Sorry , I'm used to power tools." I sadly say.
"I don't have anywhere to go , do you?" Gibbs asked
"No, so you don't mind my incompetence with hand tools?" I ask him.
"I'm actually quite enjoying this Abbs."
And so am I.
More later