A/N: No, this is probably (definitely) not a song Abby would EVER sing, but hey, artistic license, right?
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. The song is "I've gotta thing for you" by my friend Ellis, and the characters and settings belong to DPB and CBS. Seriously, if you don't believe me, check my bank statements. Meh. Please don't sue me!
Abby's lab was extraordinarily quiet when Gibbs walked in. No loud music, no bubble wrap, and no Abby spinning wildly around in a Caf-Pow-induced caffeine high. Just quiet…..and was that…..singing? Gibbs listened closely.
You, have a way with words, you talk sweetly, charming everyone, who comes around….
He stepped closer to the closed doors on the other side of Abby's lab, spotting her back, she was typing something into one of her many computers.
Beautiful like the stars hanging over our heads, with you I forget all my frowning, it's true….
Was….Abby….singing?
My feet, are so light, and baby, I've got heavy shoes, I've gotta a thing for you.
She stood up, eyes on her paper. Yes it was Abby singing. His Abby. Not that she was his Abby in the sense that-screw it. He never knew she could sing.
I figured it out, you are all I think about, it's time I spread the news…..
Gibbs quietly stepped to the side as she passed him, still reading her paper.
Your smile, is so bright, you know, you got me alright, yes, I've gotta thing for you.
Gibbs was finally listening to the words that came out of her mouth, instead of just marveling at that angelic voice.
Words can't describe, the feeling I hide, the coolness and pride, when you're around. Baby I know it's foolish, not to tell you, exactly how, I feel.
Gibbs almost gasped, but kept silent, not wanting Abby to notice she had company. He wondered who she was singing about. He shook his head. 'Not me.'
I'm stupidly red, and just in case I haven't said, I've gotta a thing, a very sweet thing, I'm crazy with crazy, I've gotta thing-
Abby turned around, almost running in to Gibbs.
For you.
She jumped and blushed. "Sorry Gibbs, I didn't see you."
"So who's the lucky guy Abs?"
She tilted her head and looked at him. "Oh, I wouldn't say lucky exactly, he doesn't think of me like that. You see, he's my…well…" She bit her lip. What the hell. "He's my boss."
Gibbs smirked at her. "Your boss, huh? I know that guy. Real bastard. I don't think you need to worry, though, anyone can see he's fallen for you."
"You think so Gibbs? I never knew."
A/N: Yes, I am aware that even though Gibbs has some pretty sneaky ninja-skills, it's unlikely that Abby would walk right by him without even noticing. And Abby's ballistics lab is sound-proof, so Gibbs wouldn't really hear her singing. Sorry accuracynazis. Please review this one-shot!