AN: Hi guys! Just something quick I threw together :) let me know what you think!
Disclaimer- Do I really have to keep repeating myself? I don't own anything you guys :P
Acoustic. That was new for me. The sweet sounds of wooden guitars filled my lab; somehow, I found I could deal without the death metal for once. My fingers flitted across test tubes, waiting their turns to be read by Major Mas Spec. I smiled at them happily. The tray of test tubes was like a little family.
They would grow closer to each other, not literally, but theoretically. I felt that they'd bond while spending time inside my beloved machine. I hummed along as the speakers changed to the next song, temporarily forgetting my test tube family fantasy when Gibbs walked in. He came up behind me, reaching around my body, one hand placing a Caf-Pow! on my desk, the other to gently squeeze me into a hug. I smiled gently at his affection.
"Hey, Gibbs! Wanna hear the evidence or do you just want to stay like this? I don't mind, either way." I smirked, leaking a small chuckle. I felt him hide a smile into my shoulder. It made me smile that much wider.
"What've you got for me, Abbs?" He asked, backing up and turning his attention to the overhead monitor. I pulled up a mug shot of the serial killer we were in the process of finding. He turned back to me for an explanation.
"His name is Richard Evans; wanted in more than ten states for rape and murder of thirteen women and children. He's still active on a tracfone. I traced his last call to just outside the Washington Memorial at 9:34 this morning." I pulled up a map of the radius I narrowed his ID down to. Just inside the DC area.
"Nice work, Abbs." I smiled for the third time in fifteen minutes, this time at his gesture. He held his hand in a loose fist, thumb facing up, and traced it against my jaw; an act of possession. He called me "my girl".
"Possessive, aren't we, Gibbs?" He was out of my lab before he had time to answer.
