Title: Meltdown
Author: ncis_love
Spoilers: Meltdown, the second of the two JAG season 8 episodes that served as a pilot for NCIS.
Summary: Gibbs doesn't want Abby calling anyone but him.

Author's Note: Tag #2, with many more to come!

"You're the girl of my dreams." Major McBurney snapped his phone shut and turned back to Agent Gibbs and Lieutenant Commander Faith Colemen. "That was Abby."

Gibbs cocked his head to the side. "She's calling you?" he ground out through clenched teeth.

"We were separated at birth. She's invited us to the lab…" Gibbs didn't need to hear any more.

Gibbs listened quietly as Abby rattled off her findings, watching as she chatted a little too easily with Major McBurney. And that girl of my dreams comment? He didn't like that, either.

"Good job." He waited until they were alone in the lab.

Abby rocked back on her feet, a smile tugging at her lips. It wasn't often that people got praise from Gibbs, and when they did – it was because they earned it. "Thanks."

"Next time," he hesitated, "Abby, don't go calling lawyers." He was going to sound possessive, but he didn't give a damn.

"You call me."

"Yeah." He watched as the smile slowly faded from her face as she nodded. "Okay."

Gibbs was at his desk when he heard Abby's clunky boots as she passed. He looked up, expecting her to say goodnight as she usually did. Instead, she avoided his gaze and headed straight for the elevator.

"Abby?" Gibbs tossed the file he'd been reading into his drawer and grabbed his badge and gun.

"Oh, hey Gibbs. Heading out?" She held open the elevator door, letting him step in beside her.

"Wanna grab a drink?"

Abby looked shocked. "I… right now?"

"You busy?" Gibbs hit the button for the parking garage.

"No. No, I'm not busy."

"We'll take my car." Gibbs didn't wait for a response, just stepped off the elevator when it reached the garage, pausing halfway between the elevator and his car to make sure she was following and then continuing again.

Abby was surprised when they pulled up to her favorite bar instead of his. Gibbs led her to the bar and ordered them each a drink – a neat bourbon for him, a lemon-drop martini for her.

Conversation was easy once they were on neutral ground, away from NCIS. Work. Boats.

"I meant what I said earlier, Abbs. You call me, not the lawyers."

"Sorry," Abby winced.

"It's okay. Just remember it for next time." Gibbs softened his words by adding the hint of a smile.

"Sheesh Gibbs, you say that like we're in a relationship." Abby laughed, her voice roughened from the alcohol.

"Maybe we should be."

Abby nearly choked on her drink. "Right, as if you'd date a girl like me." She shook her head with a smile.

"I dunno, Abbs." Gibbs leaned forward as he spoke, watching as her eyes flicked back and forth between his lips and his eyes. Giving her enough time to pull back, Gibbs closed the distance between them and kissed her softly. "I'd like to think I'm full of surprises."

END.