(Pigeon) requested by chirugal
"He didn't stand a chance." Abby gazed up at the window and sniffed sadly. "Gibbs, you've got to do something."
"Abby," Gibbs sighed. He was about to tell her there wasn't anything he could do, but the look on her face melted his heart so instead he reached out to her and pulled her into a hug. "We can take him and bury him in my backyard."
Abby nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks before turning to pick up the dead bird and place him in the box she'd brought out from her lab.
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Abby walked through the squad room, purposely trying to avoid looking at the large window that the bird had flown into the day before. It always seemed like one or two birds died each year when the windows on the building were washed each spring.
Gibbs found her in her lab a few hours later and notice the lack of music hitting his ears, and the lack of bounce in her step. "Abby?"
"Hey Gibbs, whatcha need?"
"To show you something, come with me." Gibbs tugged her towards the elevator and waited quietly for them to reach the squad room. He pulled her from the elevator, ignoring the curious looks from his team, until he had her in front of the window. "No more backyard funerals if I have anything to say about it."
Abby looked up at the large window and a huge grin spread across her face when she noticed the decals that had been placed on the glass.
"I read that it cuts down on 98.6% of collisions." Gibbs shrugged. He'd been at work an extra hour looking it up on the internet and then had stopped by three home-improvement stores before he found what he was looking for.
Abby jumped up and down clapping her hands before throwing herself into Gibbs' arms and kissing his cheek. She'd thank him more appropriately when she brought him home to her place that night.