Title: Mismatched Socks and Lecherous Minds
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Caps taken from a Gabby scene in season seven's Flesh and Blood
Summary: Mismatched Monday really does it for Gibbs...
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Gibbs: Abbs?
Abby: What's up, Gibbs?
Gibbs: *looking down at Abby, who is lying on the floor, partially under a car, with mismatched socks and shoes* What's with the socks?
Abby: I wore them to get you to check me out.
Gibbs: Oh, yeah?
Abby: Mmm-hmm…
Gibbs: *looks down at Abby for a long, UST-filled pause*
Abby: Missed a perfect opportunity for a lecherous comment there, Gibbs.
Gibbs: You want me to ask you if there's anything else you wanna do while you're down there? That's more DiNozzo's style, but trust me, my mind's firmly in the gutter.
Abby: *cops a feel* Mmm, I can tell… *Gibbs helps her to her feet* Oh my god, we should totally have sex!
Gibbs: Got a case to work right now, Abbs.
Abby: Awww… How about later?
Gibbs: If you wear the socks.
Abby: Of course I will!
Gibbs: Okay, now can we focus on the case? *thinking* God, I want her… focus, damnit!
Abby: We could just have sex now if you want.
Gibbs: Wish we could, Abbs, but there are two people standing behind us right now.
Abby: Oh! Yeah, I guess. Okay, so the case…
Gibbs: *gratuitously checks Abby out*
Abby: *shiver* Or… We could just go and have sex in the evidence garage. If you want.
Gibbs: *calls a number on his cell phone* DiNozzo, I'm gonna be busy for a while. Take the lead on the case.
Abby: *squee!*
END.