This is just another idea that hit me recently. I thought it would be fun to write it. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: The show is not mine, the characters are not mine, the characters of the characters are not mine, their names are not mine... What the heck is mine then? Oh, the idea is mine.
Gibbs stood in the moving elevator, holding his usual cup of black coffee. He knew that his team, mostly Abby, would be quite excited today. And he also knew that they believed he had forgotten about the particular importance of said day.
But he hadn't forgotten. He rarely actually forgot something. There were just things he didn't consider important enough to remind other people of.
He stepped out of the elevator and headed towards the bullpen. He didn't notice anything being different in there.
"Good morning, Gibbs," Ziva greeted him.
"Morning, Ziva."
"Hey, boss, how ya doin'?" Tony asked enthusiastically.
Gibbs smirked. "Good, DiNozzo."
"That's good." Tony nodded approvingly. "That's really good."
"You drunk or something, DiNozzo?"
"Nope."
"Hard to believe," Gibbs stated. "Any of you have any lead on the case?"
The team was silent.
"McGee?"
"No, not yet."
"Ziva?"
"Working on it."
Gibbs turned to Tony and smiled.
"DiNozzo?" he asked softly.
"Nah, you know, it's kinda hard to get any lead on them. These guys are like ghosts."
"You find something. When I come back from Abby's lab, I want some answers."
Gibbs headed towards the vending machine to get a Caf-POW! for the perky Goth.
"He seems to be in a strangely good mood today," Tony pondered thoughtfully.
Ziva hissed at him from behind her desk.
"And you just have to make him mad. What the hell got into you?"
Tony just shrugged.
X
Gibbs was once again in the elevator. This time on his way down to Abby's lab. Abby's Labby.
He was slightly surprised. His team seemed to have completely forgotten. They were all just their usual selves. No one even mentioned him having a birthday.
And the way Tony had behaved... Nah, Gibbs thought, that wasn't far from his usual manners.
The elevator stopped and dinged softly as the doors opened.
"Hey, Abs, whatcha got?" he greeted the Goth.
"Wow, Gibbs, it's really creepy how you always come in whenever I make a discovery." Abby was really excited. "Maybe there really is some sort of a mind-link between us. When I'm about to discover something you hear it in your brain and just come here, and you hear it just in time to get here by the time of my discovery."
"Abby."
"What? Do I have chocolate in my teeth or something? 'Cause you know, I just ate some chocolate, but you already knew that because of that mind-link between us and-"
"Abs, the discovery," Gibbs stopped her.
"Right." Abby turned her attention to her computer. "I pulled a partial fingerprint from one of the slugs you recovered from the fourth house. It's a miracle, considering how damaged the thing was. I ran it through AFIS... and..." Abby hit some keys on her keyboard, "here's our killer."
Gibbs read the profile on the screen.
"That's good work, Abs."
He started to leave.
"Gibbs." He stopped. Maybe she did remember his birthday after all.
"Didn't you forget something?" Abby asked with a clue in her voice.
Gibbs looked down at his hand. He was still holding her Caf-POW!. He went back to where Abby stood, handed her the drink and lightly kissed her cheek.
"I didn't forget, Abs," he reminded her.
Abby smiled as he walked out of her lab. She wished so badly she could wish him happy birthday right now.
Okay, I know this is short, but I really hope you liked it.