A/N: Ahh, the loveliness of a weekend and some time to write. And, actually, quite possibly the best weekend in a while - my surprise birthday party! But hey, that has nothing to do with this story. Moving on.

This is for Love Is...Kind, and it's Gabby. I've never read/written Gabby before, I just thought the way they interact really worked for this chapter. So please, constructive criticism is welcome!

Disclaimer: Ich wünsche (I wish).

Abby pushes her chair away from her desk and rolls over to the table behind her, digging through the evidence box sitting there. Suddenly she feels a presence behind her and snaps her head up. Turning, she relaxes as she realizes who it is.

"Hi, Gibbs," she tells him. He nods and waits. She takes a moment to just soak in his presence, knowing he will be happy with what she has to tell him.

Sliding back across to her desk, she taps the keys on her keyboard until her screen comes up on the plasma. Gibbs walks around behind her, letting his fingers drift along her shoulders as he does. The small touch sends a shiver down Abby's spine. Shaking it off reluctantly, she focuses back on her work.

She has found a match for a fingerprint they found at the crime scene – a Naval Petty Officer who lives in nearby Silver Spring. He has no criminal record, but he is not perfect – his service record has several minor blotches on it.

Flipping quickly through pictures on her screen, she explains something else – the gooey, quick-drying substance they found with the body. It is only Elmer's glue, but no glue bottle was found at the crime scene.

Gibbs looks pleased with her answers. He smiles – she loves his smile. Sliding his other hand, the one he has hidden this entire time, from behind his back, he produces a Caf-Pow! and holds it out to the Goth. Her face cracks into a matching smile.

After kissing her lightly on the cheek, Gibbs heads back out to the elevator and up to the squadroom. Abby tries to get herself back into her work, but she finds it very difficult to concentrate. Instead she decides to follow Gibbs upstairs – she traces his path out of the lab and up the elevator to the squadroom she will find company in. McGee's desk is empty, so she drops into his seat and watches her friends as they work. Ziva's questioning look is quickly answered with a flippant "I'm bored," which is a perfectly normal response.

But no one realizes she has really come up to sit and just be with Gibbs. She loves how he includes her when she's here, how he asks her opinion on so much.

Leaning back in the chair, Abby grins. Ah, this hidden kind of love.