This is a very light Gibbs/Abby series for those who don't like the more intense Gabby stories out there. While they are rather fun to read, the sweet, playful relationship they have is the whole reason I'm fascinated enough to write about it. I don't feel the need to make a bunch of drastic changes, only cement the underlying innuendoes the writers just love to make. That being said, I would just like to say that I do not own NCIS…or Henckels knives. You may not get that yet, but that's okay. ; )

[Ending scene- Abby with her eyes closed.]

[Bullpen]

Tony stared unabashedly at McGee, eyebrows raised.

McGee spoke without looking up, "Tony, I can feel you staring. Stop it."

As if waiting for an invitation, Tony's feet fell to the floor as he stood and walked over. He placed a hand on the back of McGee's chair, his other on the desk, as he leaned over to look at the screen. "Sorry, McGeek, I just couldn't help but wonder what had your panties in a knot this morning. You have your serious face on. You should be more careful, you know, poor old Mrs. Bates would probably keel over if she walked by."

Tony gave a mock shudder while McGee sent him a glare. It only lasted a few moments before his eyes were pasted back onto the screen.

"Wait, I remember this," Tony snapped his fingers, and then scowled, "Yeah, I remember this."

That brought a smirk to McGee's face, though his finger still stayed poised over the mouse. "What's the matter Tony, still sore about the golf set?"

Tony made a face at the back of his head.

"Cute, Tony," said a short, clipped voice.

Both men kept their gazes on the computer screen. "Zi-vah," Tony acknowledged without looking up.

Ziva set her bags on her desk. She glanced back at them and frowned. Her mouth opened, paused, and then she shrugged her shoulders. She went about unpacking her bags.

"So Probie, what are you bidding on now?" Tony paused and quirked his eyebrows, "Or do we want to know?"

"I'm buying a replacement disc for the one Ducky…well, actually I don't really know what Ducky did to it. "

"A believable story," Tony said, implying he didn't really believe it at all.

McGee glared. "Go away Tony."

"Yes Tony. Quit bothering McGee."

Tony's arm flew out as he pointed at her. "You stay out of it Zi-vah," his eyes flicked to her briefly. "McGeek's a big…" he trailed off and did a double take. His eyes lit up and his tone went from bored to eager. "Are those cupcakes?"

McGee perked up, his face swiveling to the orange cupcakes topped with black sprinkles and spider rings.

Ziva squinted. "Very good Tony! I cannot imagine how you guessed."

"NCIS at its best," he responded, slowly approaching her desk. When he neared he gestured excitedly to the cupcakes and looked at her. She gave him a blank stare so he elaborated. "Are these honest to God homemade cupcakes? You know Ziva, what I said yesterday-…"

"You can have one Tony."

He jumped, punching his fist in the air, his other hand already reaching for the one that said 'Tony'. He opened his mouth and almost took a bite, but stopped. He took in Ziva's wide, innocent grin, and then the five cupcakes left on the plate. Slowly, he retracted the treat from his mouth as he scrutinized her.

"What'd you do?"

Ziva's smile faltered as she lost her patience. "Either you want the cupcake, or you do not Tony, which do you choose?"

"Oh, I know what you're trying to do," he smiled as he placed it back on the plate. "Oh, that's evil. I knew you were a trained assassin, but this? No thank you, Officer David."

Ziva glared at him, but then shrugged. Whatever, Tony. Your loss, yes?" She walked over to McGee's desk and offered him one.

"Why, thank you Ziva," he said as he took the one labeled 'Tim'. Tony mimicked him, and then glared as he watched them.

"Wait!" Tony strode over, picking up the Tony cupcake as he strode past her to McGee. "Trade me, Probie."

Ziva glared at him, huffing in protest. He ignored her, staring imploringly at McGee.

McGee frowned at him. "Why?"

"Because she likes you," he said as if it was a dumb question.

McGee rolled his eyes. "Tony, you're being immature. Ziva didn't do anything to the cupcakes."

"She's a trained assassin, McGiggles." Ziva shouted in offense. "Stay out of it David."

She closed her mouth and folded her arms, opting to watch them instead.

"You're being ridiculous Tony. She didn't do anything to them."

"Maybe not to yours," he mumbled.

"OR yours."

"If you don't think it's poisoned, then switch with me!"

McGee pulled his cupcake close to his chest. "No!"

Tony looked hysteric. "Why not?!"

"Because, this one says 'Tim', and therefore, it's mine," he said triumphantly.

Tony looked heavenward and let out a frustrated breath. "Fine! …I'll give you twenty bucks."

"You are being stupid Tony," Ziva ground out.

"Deal," McGee handed over the cupcake without hesitation.

Ziva spun around to him, betrayed. "McGee!"

McGee shrugged, looking only slightly guilty.

Tony patted her on the back as he waited for McGee to take a bite. "That's how we Americans do it."

McGee took a bite of the cupcake, closed his eyes, and groaned.

Tony winced. "Whoa, don't get too excited there McPastry."

McGee opened his eyes and glared at Tony, and then turned to Ziva with awe. "Ziva, your cooking never fails to amaze me."

Ziva nodded and turned to Tony with exasperation. "See! Not poisoned."

Tony was still frowning at McGee's reaction. "Apparently," he said distractedly. He raised the cupcake to his mouth and absently took a bite. He chewed for a few seconds before he grimaced. He stuck out his tongue and did a little dance.

"Wha id oo ut in is ing?" He asked around his tongue as he ran to his trashcan. He spit it out.

McGee watched Tony, confused.

"Oh, I may have accidentally put in a lot too much salt when I made your cupcake, Tony."

He looked up at her from his bent over position and glared. "My mouf is on ire."

"Wait," McGee spoke up, "I thought that was my cupcake."

Ziva smiled. She walked up very close to Tony and put her lips on his ear. "That is how we women do it," she spoke lowly. She shoved a water bottle into his chest, and then straightened. She turned to the room as a whole as she spoke in a normal tone. "Now, has anyone seen Abby? She was not in her lab when I came in."

Tony jerked up. "Abby?" he rasped. He put the bottle to his mouth and chugged. With his head tilted back, he swished the water around his mouth then spit it into his trash can.

Ziva watched the whole thing with her nose wrinkled. "You are disgusting."

McGee too, had looked up at the mention of Abby.

"Yes, Abby." Ziva confirmed. "I did not see her. But perhaps I missed her. I will go try again."

"Wait!" both boys shouted.

Ziva jumped and spun around. Tony rushed over and grabbed the 'Abby' cupcake before she could protest.

"Don't worry David, I'll take it to her."

"No! I'll take it to her Ziva," McGee piped in jumping from his chair. "Tony'll do something to it. You know he will."

Ziva could only stare with her mouth open as she watched them fight over the cupcake.

Finally, Tony stopped and glared at him. "Don't you have some sniping to do, Probie?"

At first McGee didn't falter, but then his eyes flew quickly back to his computer. Tony grinned as he sensed victory. He ripped his arm free and stepped away as he turned to Ziva.

"Don't worry Ziva, I'll get this to her. You rest your poor little Mossad feet," he said slyly. With a flourish he was out of the room and in the elevator before Ziva could regain her wits.

When the doors dinged shut, Ziva turned to McGee. He was at his desk, but he wasn't looking at the screen. His eyes were still fastened to the elevator, his face in a very puppyish pout.

"Did I miss something?" she asked him slowly.

"No," he responded with great defeat. He took half of Tony's money out and held it out to her, half of a smirk coming back to his face. "Your half."

"Why thank you McGee. The beginnings of a good-looking partnership, no?" She grinned as she pocketed the money.

[Abby's Lab]

"Tony, I can hear you staring," Abby spoke without turning around, making him jump. She grinned.

"Right, er, well…I mean, I just came down here to…uh…" his gaze was stuck a little south.

Abby frowned and turned to face him. Her face lit up as she saw the cupcake. She leapt out of her seat and into his arms. "Oh Tony, is that for me! That's so sweet!"

Tony caught her with one arm, as he held the other away to keep the icing from her costume.

She leaned back. He set her down on the ground. She stepped back, placed her hands on her hips, and fixed him with a slight frown. "Now," she said seriously, "are you gonna tell me why you were being a creepy stalker-dude?"

He made a strangled-laughing noise, "Ziva made these cupcakes, and I volunteered to bring yours down and then I saw… well, I saw…Abby, have you seen what you're wearing?" His eyes slid up and down her body, but then he frowned. "Wait, what are you wearing?"

Abby smiled. "Oh, I'm Lucy. You know, 'I Love Lucy'?" she supplied.

"I know that," he gestured to her head where there sat a brilliant red wig done up in twists and curls. He moved his arm to indicate the rest of her body. The costume was pale pink. The top looked like a leotard with silver sequins swirling in a shimmery pattern. The bottom part was matching feather skirt, low in the front to show off her long legs and high heels, but a little past her knees in the back.

Abby's face lifted as she understood. "Oh this? It's one of her dance costumes from her earlier shows. Pretty neat, huh?" she smiled wickedly, "One of the nuns let me use it."

He grinned painfully. "Yeah, neat," he rasped out.

She smiled at him until she noticed him staring. "Tony, eyes up top!"

It took a little bit but he moved his eyes up from her legs.

"Tony…"

"Yeah?"

"Higher than that."

His gaze finally met hers, "Right, sorry Abby."

She gave him a disapproving look, but then shook it off. She bounded out of the room. "I have treats for you too!" she called from her little office. She came back in. "Hold out your hand."

He did without hesitation. She placed something fuzzy in it. He looked down and yelled. His hand jerked and it 'gift' went soaring through the air.

"Tony!" she admonished. "You hurt Fred." She bent down to pick it up.

Tony glared skeptically at it. "What is it?"

"It's a spider. Isn't he cute?"

"Cute," he said, still staring at it like it would bite him.

Abby looked at him. He noticed and raised his eyebrows.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you gonna take him?"

Tony glared back down at the spider, and then slowly reached for it. "Thanks Abby."

She grinned at him, bright red lips curving, and batted her long, thick eyelashes.

He cleared his throat, and then turned, "Well, I better, uh, go now."

She watched him leave with a smile on her face. "Oh, tell Ziva thanks for the cupcake!"

"Got it Abby," he called back as the elevator closed.

With her smile still on her face, she bit into the cupcake.

She groaned and closed her eyes. "God Ziva, you are a goddess."

She takes another bite, her eyes still closed in complete bliss.

[Freezes in Gray]