Prompt: I actually don't know what this prompt was, so I'm just going to say dirt.
He struts into my lab wearing his usual blank stare. But his eyes are wandering today; I see him catch a glimpse at my chest before I begin explaining my evidence. He listens, but I note that his expression is distant. What is he hiding? I wonder.
I figure after five minutes of an explanation and his stare not moving that he's either fallen asleep, or has completely zoned out. Either way, I pluck his coffee from his grasp to regain his attention.
"Abby, give it back!" He warns, lunging at the hot cup. I swing it out of his reach moments before he can catch it, though, and I smile.
"Not until you tell me why you keep zonking out on me, Gibbs. I'm worried about you!" I say, waving the coffee right under his nose and yanking it out of reach again.
"What's there to know Abs?" He backs away, seeming to have given up, and piercing me with his blue eyes, sliding his hands into his pockets. I set the coffee on a high shelf in a far corner of my lab, and walk up to him, putting my hands on his shoulders.
"Is it that dirt Tony dug up on you from your first frat party?" I raise my eyebrow in suspicion. But before he even tries to reply, he's grabbed the coffee and planted a sweet kiss on my cheek, and is on his way out the door; figures.