CHAPTER 4

Tony left the lab, hoping Gibbs would still be at his desk, he was in luck.

"boss, lets go for a drink"

"a drink?"

"uh huh, at the bar, I'm buying"

Gibbs was amused and confused, his senior agent had phrased his questions as statements, clearly not willing to be told no. He decided to play along "ok"

Later in the bar Tony braced himself for a major head slap. "boss, this thing with you and Abby, you need to fix it"

Gibbs took a sip of his bourbon "I do?"

Tony relaxed slightly when the expected head slap didn't come "yeah, you two fighting, it's just not right"

"that so?"

"I asked her what she expected you to do"

"and?"

"she just said 'something', I don't think she even knows what she wants but she did say she wouldn't make it easy"

Gibbs finished his drink "why am I not surprised?" he muttered to himself, to Tony he said "any suggestions?"

Tony shrugged and shook his head.