Two down and one to go. And that one was Gibbs.
In between running various samples through her lab, Abby was formulating a plan. She wanted to be prepared for anything that could possibly lead to a bad situation. And after what she had been through with Tony and McGee, Abby knew what a bad situation could be like. But none of that was allowed to happen because telling Gibbs about her and Ziva was the workplace equivalent to telling her father. Abby's plan had to be flawless.
Abby sat, legs crossed Indian style on her chair, black tipped fingers tapping out a random rhythm on the desk. She was watching a fingerprint scan run, staring at the rapid flashes of so many fingerprints, waiting for a match.
She heard the telltale ding of the elevator arriving and returned her legs to the floor. Her black knee high socks and usually short skirt left much less than usual to the imagination in her previous sitting position. The entire team entered. Abby flashed them all a grin before standing up to grab the Caf-Pow that Gibbs had brought for her.
"What've you got, Abbs?" Gibbs questioned her in his usual manner.
"Well, your fingerprints are still running through the database but I matched some fibers that you found on the victim's clothing. They came from the interior of a Toyota Camry manufactured sometime between 2005 and now," Abby said cheerily.
"Anything on the blood samples?" Gibbs asked, moving to stand closer to her.
"Nothing in his blood. Totally clean. Not even an Aspirin!"
"Good work, Abbs," Gibbs complimented her in his usual manner: a kiss on the cheek. Abby nodded modestly.
"I'll let you know when I get the results of the fingerprint scan," Abby called after him.
Gibbs exited followed by Tony and McGee. Ziva bounded over to Abby quickly, pecked her on the lips, and then bounded just as quickly out of the room. Abby felt like her day was going well.
Her day got even better when finally, two hours later, the fingerprints matched. Abby excitedly dialed Gibbs.
"I've got your fingerprints in," she said, proud of herself.
"Who do they belong to?" Abby wasn't fazed by Gibbs' gruff manner. The 'Good job, Abby' was always implied when she spoke to him. After all, she was his favorite.
"The petty officer's ex-girlfriend," Abby stated triumphantly.
"I'm on my way back to NCIS with McGee. Page Tony and Ziva, let them know and have one of them get the results from you."
"You got it, boss," Abby said and then hung up.
She sent a text out to both Tony and Ziva, expecting them both to show up, which is why she was surprised when only Ziva sauntered into her lab.
"Where's Tony?" Abby asked.
"Awww Abigail, are you not happy to see just me?" Ziva asked with a knowing grin.
"I'm thrilled to see just you," Abby began, walking carefully backwards, towards the back right corner of her lab, "But Tony has a habit of bursting into rooms, and I really don't wanna see him right now."
"Tony bet me that he could eat a three pound burrito in one sitting," Ziva stated matter of factly, following Abby slowly.
"And…?"
"Well, judging by how fast he ran to the men's bathroom, I do not suspect that he will be bursting into the lab."
Abby could only laugh.
Ziva stepped closer to Abby, pushing them both towards the wall.
"I see you have discovered the blind spot," Ziva mumbled into Abby's neck once they were safely hidden.
"I can't even believe there's a blind spot in a Navy forensics lab! I mean, total breach of security especially if-" But Abby's rant was stopped by the press of Ziva's lips against hers.
Abby encircled her lover's waist with long arms, and their kissing grew more passionate. The forensic scientist's pale hands were a sharp contrast against the Israeli's dark, curly hair. The combination of the security camera blind spot and Tony's absence led both women to be a little less careful than usual. Abby eyed the buttons on Ziva's shirt speculatively before moving her hands to work on one. Ziva gasped, and Abby halted her hands' motion, only to continue when Ziva began to assist her in undoing buttons.
Ziva stopped when the top three were undone, and Abby figured that was a good plan. The assassin's lacy bra was Abby's next target as she slipped a hand into one of the cups. Ziva moaned quietly at her girlfriend's ministrations, and began to move her hands lower, towards the top of the Goth's short skirt. Both women groaned in frustration when Abby's cell phone rang.
The forensic scientist removed her hands from her lover's shirt and fumbled for the black phone. The Caller ID read 'Gibbs'.
"Hey Gibbs," Abby said, trying to mask her breathlessness.
"Just let me know when it's safe to come in, alright Abbs? We'll discuss the rules later." And then the line went dead.
Ziva watched Abby pale, and knew immediately what had happened.
"Well, Gibbs knows now," the Israeli said as she rebuttoned her blouse quickly.
"I am so dead," Abby stated, looking pleadingly at Ziva.
The softer side of Ziva shone through as she enveloped her girlfriend in a hug.
"Listen to me, Abby. Gibbs loves you. He will not do anything to you. And the worst he can do to me for breaking the rules is handcuff me to Tony or something equally as horrible. It will be fine." She kissed the top of Abby's head and cocked her head towards the phone, indicating that they should call Gibbs back.
When Gibbs came in a few moments later, both women were standing a safe distance away from each other, prepared for the worst. They shot each other curious glances when Gibbs causally handed Abby a Caf-Pow! and Ziva a coffee.
"What've you got, Abbs?" Gibbs asked as if everything was normal.
After a moment's hesitation, Abby began quickly listing off forensic findings while handing the evidence bags to Ziva who then passed them to Gibbs. When she finished, Gibbs pecked her on the cheek, as usual. Abby was waiting for all hell to break loose, but Gibbs surprised everyone with his next action. He patted Ziva on the head gently, and turned to the two women.
"PG-13 at all times on navy property. Now get moving, both of you. We've still got a killer to catch."
When her lab was finally empty, Abby took a seat, letting out a relieved sigh. She was thinking of proposing a new rule to Gibbs: Rule #52 Sometimes it makes no difference whether or not you have a plan.