Abby's Lab. A few days before Christmas.

Abby is seated at her desk entering information into the computer with music blaring away as usual. Suddenly the room falls silent.

"Gibbs! You know I can't work without my music." He just stares at her. Although she has a pretty good idea what this is about she acts as if she doesn't. "Is there something I can help you with Bossman?"

He places an envelope on her desk. "You know I can't accept this Abby."

"Don't go getting all hinky on me. Of course you can." She grins.

"Abs!"

"It has been a long year for all of us Boss and you more than anyone need a break but I know you wouldn't take it unless someone made you so I booked and talked to the Director and Franks and..."

"Abs!"

"All the arrangements are made. I won't be here but Ducky said he can take you to the airport. All you have to do is pack. Don't you want to see your god daughter?"

"Yes but I had plans this Christmas Abby."

"Let me guess. The boat and some bourbon?"

He smiles ruefully. "Yes but I suppose I can change my plans. Thanks for the tickets and making the arrangements Abby."

"You're quite welcome. Besides Franks said something about a hot tub?"

Gibbs laughs and hugs her.