Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, Gibbs, Abby, Tony, Fornell, or any of my other favorite toys.

A/N: This is set During the Fourth season, taking place less than a week after Driven. This is Gabby, with a hint of Tiva with lots of McGee lovage. Also, Dog Tags happened early season four…yeah, that is the only other change…I just love Puppy Jethro too.


"It was you," Tony rounded on McAnnoying.

Tim cleared his throat, "No."

Tony growled lowly and slammed his hands down on McGoofy's desk, "Don't lie to me McProbie!"

Tim's eyes widened at Tony's anger, "I, didn't."

Before he could finish his sentence Tony had spun around and fixed his glare on Ziva.

"What about you, Ninja-Wannabe?"

Ziva snorted, "If anyone is the Ninja-Wannbe, it is you, Tony."

"Hah!" Tony pointed at her dramatically, "You didn't deny it!"

Ziva pushed her hands into Tony's face, "My hands are not green."

Tony bit his tongue to stop screaming in frustration, "Its 'Caught Red-handed', Ziva, not green. And if you didn't do it, then who did?"

Tim and Ziva once again traded an eye roll at the expense of Tony.

After a moment Tony smirked, "Abby."

Tony hurried back to his desk and rifled through the air fresheners to grab his notepad and his lucky Playboy pen. Abby was going to pay.


"Ahem," a voice called. "Am I interrupting something?"

Gibbs pulled back from Abby reluctantly. He set the mistletoe down beside her keyboard and turned to face the intruder.

"Director," he said it like a curse.

Abby however didn't have that problem, "Hi, Jenny!"

Jen peered around the lab, "I see you've been hard at work, Abby."

Abby bounced over to her friend, "Yep, I decorated my lab, and the bullpen and solved a case."

Jen chuckled while Jethro coughed awkwardly, "Which reminds me I should go arrest this guy."

"Good, I needed to Abby about a memo anyway," Jenny spoke lightly.

Jethro knew a dismissal when he heard one, whether he obeyed was a different story. This time he was outclassed as Abby was tapping her shoeless feet on the floor.

"Have fun with Tony," Abby yelled after him.

Turning back to her friend, Abby picked up her red and green notebook, or rather her Christmas List.

Jen smiled softly, "I wanted to talk to you about that memo you sent me yesterday."

Abby bit her lips softly, "What do you think?"

The Director of NCIS grinned, teeth showing, "I think it's an excellent move, I wish I had thought of it myself. I trust you can handle working with Cynthia to make it happen?"

Abby nodded eagerly, her body shaking a little, "Yes! And what about that other little thing, and the other, other little thing."

"Done, as long as everything is above the belt, and you have to deal with the other thing," Jenny agreed.

She had metaphorical balls of steel when it came to most things, but when it came to Gibbs, Abby had metaphorical balls of diamonds, and that was absolutely necessary when it came to the Special Agent.

Abby agreed happily, "Okay, I'll coordinate with Cynthia and have the outline to you by Friday!"

Jenny chuckled, "I look forward to seeing this come together."


"Tony," Gibbs barked as he stepped off the elevator and saw the mess in his bullpen.

"Yes, Boss?"

"What the hell did I tell you about playing pranks?"

Tony sputtered. It was just not his day, "It-ah-Abby!"

Of course Gibbs knew very well that this was Abby's work, she'd actually done the whole office a favor. DiNozzo's area usually reeked, and it certainly wasn't of hard work.

"No, you can't go visit Abby! We have to go arrest the butler!"
McGee stood up and grabbed his bag, "The Butler did it?"

Gibbs chuckled, knowing this conversation was coming, "Abby was excited to finally be able to say, 'The butler did it'."

The three agents nodded, Abby had been working towards that goal for years.

Tony was still scribbling, although he'd moved to his arm for security purposes.

"DiNozzo, quit acting like a schizophrenic or I'll put you on restricted desk duty!"

"Yes, Boss, thank you, Boss," Tony exclaimed sitting down at his desk, his head flopping down as well.

Gibbs swept out of the building, Ziva and McGee following close behind. Tony was left at his desk.


Another Caf-Pow!, and a chocolate glazed doughnut later, Abby was reclining happily in Gibbs' chair while the team was in MTAC. Just as she polished off the pastry, Gibbs phone rang—she'd forwarded her lab phone to Gibbs' so she could hang with the team.

"Abby's-Not-So-Labby how may I help you? Okay, be there in a second."

Abby tore a post it off Gibbs' notepad and wrote a quick note to Gibbs. Picking up the still full drink, Abby skipped over to the elevator and headed back to her lab.


"So, Mark, how're the wife and kids," Abby wheedled as she shifted some of the plastic baggies on her table.

"Good, Abby, how've you been, any good parties," senior agent Mark of street crimes responded.

"One, that's coming up," Abby giggled.

Mark leaned forward, "Yeah, cemetery?"

Abby sighed, "Sadly no, maybe next year."

"I have to go make sure the girls aren't putting makeup on my second in command, he's kinda like you're Timmy," Mark smirked.

Abby laughed to herself and turned the volume up on her stereo, she sang along with the CD as she worked through her newest case.

Losing track of time happened quite often to Abby, and so when she glanced down at her keyboard and gasped sharply, she was completely discombobulated. Pulling her eyes from the dress shoes up to the face Abby relaxed.

"Gibbs!"

"What's wrong, Abs," Gibbs asked resting his hand against hers on her desk.

Abby glared, "You're like that squirrel!"

Gibbs chuckled and backed away and out of the room, "Just wanted to see what you were up to."

Abby kept on glaring but she added an emphatic shooing gesture, "Out!"

He smartly followed Abby's orders.

Not five seconds later, Ziva bopped into the lab.

"Hello, Abby," she spoke cheerfully.

Abby responded just as happily, "Hi, Ziva!"

"Squirrel," Ziva quirked a brow and leaned over the younger woman's shoulder.

Abby kept on typing and working through some evidence, "I was taking Jethro for a walk this morning and we were walking, and I looked down and there was a squirrel just sitting there, right by my shoe! I almost had a heart attack."

"Jethro," Ziva questioned.

"We were having a sleepover because he and McGee had fight, Jethro says McGee did a bad thing," Abby sighed.

"The dog," Ziva tried again.

"Yeah, now what are you doing this weekend," Abby spun on the Mossad liaison.

Ziva floundered, or in her words, 'salmoned', "Ah, running, and boxing, and paper work, lots of paper work!"

Even Ziva had to wince at her horrible excuses.

Abby didn't seem phased in the slightest, "Want to go pre-Christmas shopping?"

Ziva's mouth wasn't working.

"Yay," Abby squealed, taking her silence as agreement.

Ziva was unceremoniously pulled into a bone crushing hug. Not for the first time, Ziva David thought Abby would make quite a good NCIS agent, or even a Mossad Officer.

Thinking quickly, Ziva's hand darted to her pocket, "I have to go. Tony probably got his tie stuck in his desk drawer again."


It was almost five in the evening when Abby got a real lead in her case. Deciding she could do no more without a break, Abby decided to go check in with Cynthia, maybe get a few ideas down.

Just as Abby was shoving her lab door open all the way, her cell phone buzzed on the table. She ran to grab it and just missed being antiqued by a bag of flower balanced atop the door.

"Oh, it is so on, DiNutso," Abby snarled with a slight dose of cheer.

She did so enjoy messing with him. Grabbing the broom from her closet, Abby hurried upstairs.

"Tony," Abby smiled sweetly as the other three agents looked at the scene that was about to unfold.

"Yeah, Abs," Tony scowled slightly when he noticed Abby was not covered in white dust.

Abby kept the sugary sweet smile in place before shoving the broom at him, "I think you have a date, DiNozzo!"

Stomping off and up the stairs, Abby smiled in satisfaction. The next day would be another fight for survival.


When Abby skipped back down the stairs the bullpen was empty, well except for Gibbs. Abby stopped in front of his desk. He was focused on some paperwork, his glasses slowly sliding down his nose, and his coffee decidedly cold.

"I like your glasses," Abby smiled.

Gibbs chuckled and leaned back in his chair. Abby moved around his desk and perched right atop his paperwork.

"Done being upset with me?"

Abby shrugged, "DiNozzo did something stupid."

"Ah," Gibbs muttered. "So are you ready to tell me why I'm like a squirrel?"

Abby sighed and nudged Gibbs' legs with hers before launching into the tale once again.

"And it was a big squirrel, you know, and it was just there! And by big I mean it could have been a hat for my Great Uncle Bob, and Uncle Bob has a big head, thankfully those genetics missed me," Abby finished with a sigh.

Gibbs chuckled, "You've got great genetics Abs, almost as good as me."

Abby scowled and planted her hands on the arms of Gibbs' chair, trapping him. She leaned forward until they were millimeters apart.

"You're lucky I like you, my Silverfox," Abby glared at him playfully.

Gibbs' reached up and stroked Abby's cheek lightly with his knuckles, "I like you too, Abs. Need a ride home?"

Abby sighed and wrapped her arms around Gibbs in a hug before pulling back, "I still have work to do, but you go home and work on the boat."

Casting an appraising glance over Abby, Gibbs nodded almost imperceptibly, "Promise me you'll go home tonight. Not after midnight, and don't come in before eight. I'll keep a reign on Tony."

Abby frowned but nodded, "Hug?"

Gibbs stood up and claimed another hug, "And call me when you get home."


Abby was dead on her feet, literally. She stumbled up to the bullpen, her phone in her hand. Her mind was hazy already, and she knew that she wasn't going to make it to the elevator, let alone her car.

Gibbs woke up at five and checked his phone. No missed calls, no calls at all. Snapping awake, he barely took a shower and dressed before jumping into his car.

At five in the morning the roads were fairly abandoned, giving Gibbs the room to speed without much care. One hand was occupied by his phone, dialing Abby. There was no answer. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot pressed down on the accelerator harder.


Gibbs raced up to the bullpen, he wasn't even sure where he'd put his keys, or his car. It was dark in the office. No one had arrived for work yet.

"Bbllahg," Gibbs head cocked towards his desk at the familiar sound of Bert.

Walking silently as only he could, Gibbs approached his desk, and what he found made him smile like only two other people ever had. Abby was cuddled up under his desk, her dark head pillowed on Bert the Hippo. She looked a mess, she was snuggled up in one of Gibbs' spare sweatshirts that he kept in his drawer, her boots were on, and her skirt was only barely visible from under the sweatshirt.

Sitting down carefully, Gibbs scooted into his desk, smiling again when Abby's arm unconsciously wrapped around one of his ankles. Booting up his computer, Gibbs started on the work he'd abandoned last night.


Again, thanks for all the reviews, please keep on reviewing, it always helps me out when writing. Also since I have finals next week, I'll be studying and be really wanting some cheering up.