Discalimer: I don't own anything. Other than my slipping sanity and the snot that seems to think that becoming liquid and wasting thousand of kleenex is fun.
Pairing: Gibbs x Abby
"………Coffee, is it good?"
The office was busy as usual. Running around gather evidence, gathering witnesses and gathering body parts, a typical day.
It was a good day.
Until the team realized that Gibbs had yet to arrive.
"He's never this late. Do you think the coffee guy screwed up the order?" questioned McGee thoughtfully. "Not even McGoo! (pointed look) IF, and only IF the coffee guy did screw up the order, we should be hearing about it on the news" replied DiNozzo staring into the computer screen.
Appearing over his shoulder without alerting him (DAMN IT!), Ziva peered into the screen of a helicopter flying over random shaped green blocks. His eyes narrowed in concentration and trying desperately to disregard the stupidly sweet smelling perfume or shampoo she decided to use today.
"For what honor, or curse (asshole) do I get this unwelcome visit from my (sniff) teammate?" asked a smiling DiNozzo as he paused the game. She smiled just as brightly back at him. "Well, just wanted to see if you could beat my score, since you spend most of your time behind a computer after being dumped by that 'beautiful' blonde just yesterday".
He frowned. Double checking the scores, he glared above his computer. Their eyes went into overdrive.
Let's see what you got, David.
BRING IT DiNozzo.
"For the love of, can't you two do something WITHOUT trying to kill each other?"
"NO"
McGee threw his hands above his head and went back to searching for a cute little puppy.
The elevator binged and entered a pissed off Gibbs holding a case file and a extra large coffee.
Oh shit a collective thought erupted through the team.
A stoic Gibbs usually meant a happier Gibbs. A pissed off Gibbs meant that no one was safe and anyone that came close will be ripped a new one. "Were so screwed" mouthed DiNozzo to Ziva and McGee.
"What was that DiNozzo?" "NOTHING BOSS. ABSOLUTLY NOTHING. DIDN'T SAY A WORD. DID I SPEAK? NOOO. NOOO!"
"…."
DiNozzo whacked himself in the back of the head and offered a meek 'sorry' before he went back to cowering behind his computer. By this time, Ziva walked (more like ran) to her side and began to type at a manic speed while McGee also went back to a neutral website to work on paper work.
Gibbs sat down heavily, slamming his case file (making them all jump) and turned on his computer. Cursing under his breath he opened the case file and started to bark off orders left and right. "Did you get that e-thing or whatever?" "Do you mean e-mail boss?" "Whatever McGee. Did you get it?" They nodded.
He gave them a pointed look. "Well? What the hell have you been doing all morning? Playing that damn helicopter (stiffen) game this morning?! Ziva!" "YES!" "Well?!"
"Uhhh…well, we're not in a particular……never mind. No we haven't worked on it yet."
Heavy foot steps were heard walking up the corridor and entering in a combination of white, black and cutely lopsided pigtails was Abby looking pleasantly tired. Dark circles surrounded her eyes and pig tails limp. Her face blank of her volume enhancing animal free testing lip gloss and typical eyeliner. Though her face usually pale, today her face resembled a sheet of freshly bleached paper.
Basically, Abby looked like crap.
Her outfit was more conserved, more for the purpose of keeping warm, despite the weather being about 50 today. Go figure.
Letting Abby have his chair, McGee shoved the chair over to DiNozzo who patted the seat for her to sit. Ziva threw a hairbrush at DiNozzo to catch and a few stronger hair elastics. Landing hard on the chair, Abby let Tony do his work of fixing her hair. It didn't have the same bouncy or shine that is usually had and he had more than enough fun playing around with Abby's hair. Basically, he was her hair dresser.
He was man of MANY skills.
Her eyes started to tear up and sneezed in rapid succession. Tossing a Kleenex box Abby missed and ended up on the floor. Groaning she bent over to pick it up doing so, DiNozzo bent with her to keep up with the pigtail that ended up with a smack in the face as her head connected with his face. Both groaned (for different reasons) at the contact and again, both looked so stupid that Gibbs couldn't help but laugh.
"What's up Abby?"
She looked in the direction of the voice, mistaking McGee as the t.v. and spoke. "Well, director lady dude….person….SHEPARD! There we go! Shepard! She asked nicely if I might add, to process some evidence that came in from a top secret mission that I can't tell a soul about….and yet I just told you there was a top secret missions even though I DENY all EXISTENSE OKAY?! Okay! Well, that ended up like" She quickly glanced at her watch after using her extravagant hand movements. She glanced at the wrong arm. "Well! That was about 2 hours ago. I went home all nice and sober like and didn't get any sleep because well, I don't think it's cool when the dog two doors down barks to the rhythm of the newlyweds that so happens to live above me."
"How khnew are whe takking about Abuss?" asked a curious DiNozzo with the hair brush and elastics in between his teeth. "Curious about other peoples sex life are we Tony? Not getting any?" asked Ziva in a pity voice trying to hold onto a pout. He whipped his eyes to her she was sure he was going to have whiplash. "Well! New as in, a day ago" rambled Abby.
They winced. She wasn't going to get ANY sleep by the sounds of it. "And they're 25."
Gibbs got up; coffee still kept in his protective clutches and tugged Abby up gently. Who knew gentle was in Gibbs physical appearance and vocabulary? Hair in nicely set pigtails, he slowly, like he was in love, took them out. Ignoring the protest and whine from DiNozzo of saying 'I just put those bloody things in! They were POYFECT! POYFECT!' 'SHUT UP DINOZZO!' 'MAKE ME DAVID'.
"Enough children"
"Yes boss"
Abby looking at him through slightly glazed over eyes spotted the coffee in his hand. TRAGET SPOTTED. Almost in slow motion her hand reach out and grasped the coffee cup in her wobbly hands. The team froze. No one ever LIVED to take his coffee. Even if they did, they sent about 20 to appease the God of death. They knew Abby is number one in his heart, but taking Gibbs's coffee.
That was suicide.
PLASE DON'T KILL ABBY! They all silently prayed.
"………Coffee, is it good?"
Before anyone could reply or protest in agony Abby took a tentative sip of Gibbs's sacred coffee. His face blank as usual didn't even twitch as she took a sip. Tony was about ready to duck under his desk while Ziva held up a folder to block her face from the on coming bloodshed. Well, not here but probably somewhere more secluded. She should know.
McGee just whimpered and closed his eyes tightly.
"….is it good, Abs?" the tone cut through the 'rising' tension throughout the team. She smacked her lips, played with the flavour in her mouth and swallowed. He gingerly took back the cup and smiled at her. "It's not the best, but it keeps me going". "I think it needs more milk….or cream. I love cream. And sugar! I LOVE sugar!" "I know. So why don't I buy you and I a hot chocolate on the way to my house. You'll get more rest there." He placed his arms around her shoulder and dropped the cup in Ziva's garbage as he walked out with Abby.
A small smile and chuckle escaped Gibbs as he looked at the drowsy yet excited Abby as she wanted 'white hot chocolate with TONS of sprinkles'.
"Bye guys!" she waved enthusiastically as the shiny aluminum elevator doors closed.
"….bye Abby" came the small and meek reply of the team.
"…… she will ALWAYS be the favourite and get away with murder"
"Shut it McBacon"
"It's true Tony. Have you slept over at his house yet?"
"ONCE!" a stare that could pierce his oh so frail heart "I was on stakeout. So, YEAH IT COUNTS" he boosted. His pride and ego was starting to go down here. Fast. Faster than Katie Holmes's appearance in any note worthy movies. Wait, when was that?
"….I'll never be the favourite right?"
"Nope"
"Not even close"
"Unless you grew boobs, black hair, long black hair actually, dressed like a Goth and listened to all types of music that makes your ears bleed and slept in a coffin. Then yes, you'll be his favourite" reported a way too happy McGee.
"Oh! Don't forget! Always gives Gibbs good answers on time and basically makes him happy!" shoved in Ziva. Oh, this was fun. This, THIS is her territory. Making Tony cry.
"Do you know, that I really hate you all right now?"
"Yeah we know" awww they were TWINS now. That made him sick.
I'll never be the favourite………DAMN YOU ABBY
Abby sneezed in the car. "I think DiNozzo wants to habe a shleep over twuu".
Gibbs only smiled and handed her, her hot white chocolate with lots of sprinkles and his new steaming hot coffee served right to hold as he got into the car. They rode off to some oldies that they found themselves humming to the tune.
He picked up the phone and started to back orders to his team as Abby sighed in relief at the hot liquid of gods soothed her aching throat.
It was a good day.
"Did you have fun, oh mighty Gibbs?"
He could only smile.
It was a very good day.
Well! That was my first attempt at that!
Hope you all like! This is all about ABBY! I love how she dresses and I like how she gets away with basically everything. She's daddy's lil girl!
BLOODBATH fully showed that. Woot to fathership man!
Tune in for another!
Love
Yokaigurl
