The sliding glass doors barely had time to hiss open when an angry and fast-walking Gibbs reached Abby's lab. Striding purposefully across the room to the blaring stereo, he turned it off with a vicious stab of his finger. Then he yanked the power-cord from the wall before disconnecting the other end of the removable cord from the stereo itself.
The cord in one hand, he turned toward the object of his anger.
Abby had spun around when the music was turned off, anticipating a reprimand. Now she stood before him, lips slightly parted and face flushed, her wide eyes fixed on the heavy black cord in Gibbs's right hand. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to speak.
'No music for the rest of the week.'
'Gibbs!'
'Want to make it longer?'
'No', she mumbled, eyes downcast, pouting slightly.
Gibbs crossed the room and gently kissed her on the forehead, then tipped her chin up with one finger.
'Nice try. But knock it off.'
Then he was gone. Abby turned back to her machines, her quiet 'damn!' echoing in the oddly silent lab.