Abby Sciuto was sitting at her desk when she heard a loud THUMP behind her. She spun around quickly and saw a dark figure near the door. She went into immediate panic mode and dove under her desk. The figure moved closer. Abby drew her legs up to her chin. The figure stopped at her desk and opened the top drawer.
"Abby, you really need to clean this thing," the figure said.
Abby let out a sigh of relief. She knew that voice, knew it well. It was the voice of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Abby crawled out from under the desk.
"Hi Gibbs," she said, a little sheepishly.
"Hi Abbs," Gibbs bent down to help her to her feet. "What were you doing under there?"
Abby laughed, "I thought you were a murder coming to get me."
"Why would a murder come after you?" Gibbs smiled. "Been upsetting the locals again?"
Abby pulled a face and straightened the skirt of the short black dress she was wearing, "That's for me to know-"
"And me to find out?" Gibbs laughed. "Couldn't you have thought of something more original?"
"What do you want Gibbs?"
"I don't know what you mean," Gibbs pulled an innocent face.
"Why are you here Gibbs?"
Gibbs pulled out a Caf-pow! from behind his back and gave it to her. Abby took it greatfully.
"Aww, thanks Gibbs!" she took a sip. "You lways know just when I want one. How do you do that anyway? Do you have like a sensor somewhere that goes ping and makes you think, 'Hmm Abby could do with a Caf-pow! right now.' or do you just have really, really good timing?"
Gibbs interrupted her, "And breath."
"Sorry," Abby smiled. "So, did you just come down here to give me delicious beverages or do you have another motive too?"
"Well, not really. There's nothing going on. You can come up to the bullpen if you like."
"Nah," Abby took another sip of her drink. "I might go and keep Ducky company."
"Okay," Gibbs turned to go. "I'll come check in on you in half an hour."
"I don't need a baby sitter Gibbs," Abby frowned. "What am I going to get up to in half an hour."
"You'd be surprised, I've known people who could ruin a whole evening in twenty seconds."
"Yeah," Abby grinned. "But we're not talking about your cooking right now."
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with my cooking." Gibbs frowned and stepped into the lift. "I'll see you in half an hour."
Half an hour later Gibbs went to go see Abby and Ducky.
"Hey Duck," he entered the room. "Hey Abbs."
Umm," Ducky began. "Jethro, Abigail's not in here."
"Oh, when did she leave?" Gibbs asked.
"She was never in here," Ducky tilted his head curiously.
"Really?" Gibbs frowned. "She said she was coming up here to keep you company."
"She never came."
"Right," Gibbs replied slowly. "I'm going down to her lab, see if she's in there."
Gibbs went to the lab as fast as she could, when he got there he saw Abby laying on the ground in a pool of blood. Her face was pale white.
"Abby?!" Gibbs exclaimed alarmed.
He ran down to her and checked her pulse. It was faint, but it was there. He needed some help.
In less than two minutes the whole team was down in the lab surrounding Abby. Ducky leaned over her and checked her pulse again. He looked up at Gibbs sadly, a tear running down his worn face.
"I'm sorry Jethro, but…"
