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Gibbs stepped back after kissing Abby powerfully. "Sorry," he gasped. "I … um, have to go."

With that, he fled the forensics lab and the dejected Goth girl standing within it.

The next morning, Abby decided she was going to ignore Gibbs' weird behaviour last night, take him a coffee and they could talk.

As she walked into their team's little section, Tony made slashing motions across his throat, miming, "He's in a bad mood!"

Abby shrugged. She was his favourite, and she knew how to stick up to him. What was the problem? Tony dropped his head into his hand with an air of, "What can you do?" as she approached Gibbs.

"I brought you coffee," she sang, placing it on his desk. Gibbs looked up from his work, glasses perched on his nose.

His eyes were dark for a second, as if he had no remembrance of last night. "Thanks," he muttered gruffly. "Go down to your lab, would you?" He asked sharply. "McGee's got evidence for you to look at."

"A new case?" Abby asked cheerily, trying to ignore his gruffness. She leant against his desk.

"Abby, for once in your life, could you what I ask, when I ask, please?" Gibbs' voice rose until almost everyone in the building could hear him.

Abby didn't think she could stick up for herself in front of Gibbs anymore. She slid off his desk, wiped under her eyes sharply before sniffling as she stalked away. Tony rose, looking worriedly after her. "Sit," Gibbs ordered. "She's fine."

"Uh, Boss," Tony contradicted. "I don't think she's …"

"Did I start that sentence with 'If it pleases Your Highness?'" Gibbs asked viciously. "Sit down, and do some work, Dinozzo!"

Tony sat down reluctantly, slamming a case file down in front of him. What was going on with Gibbs and Abby? He wondered in his usual dim witted way.

Abby sat in her lab, tapping her foot against the metal. Then there was a grunting sound behind her and a thud. As she turned she saw a sweaty McGee place an evidence crate down. "Wow, that's heavy," he complained. "Gibbs wants you to look at that."

"Oh does he now?" Abby asked angrily. She was now really pissed. "Well, I'm busy!"

"Um, you aren't … doing anything," McGee pointed out lamely.

"Get out," Abby commanded. "Don't cast aspersions on the way I work."

McGee looked confused. "Um …"

"And ants can lift 50 times there body weight, McGee." Abby informed him. "So suck it up and lift some weights."

"But …"

"But nothing," Abby barked. "Scurry along, little ant."

McGee fled the lab, his fear only equal to the time he'd accidentally taken Gibb's coffee as his own.

Abby sat again and dropped her head into her hands. "Oh my God, I'm turning into Gibbs," she wailed.

"Is that a bad thing?" His teasing voice asked her.

"What do you want?" Abby asked coolly.

"Did you get any prints off the gym bag?" Gibbs asked snappily.

"No," Abby said sharply. "Give me a chance to look at it, Gibbs."

"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked, frustrated.

"What's wrong?" Abby repeated. "What's wrong?" She shook her head. "Then she quieted and put her head down. "Can you just go, Gibbs? I have to get started on this."

Gibbs looked askance at her before leaving a Caf-Pow on her desk and walking out. Abby sipped out of the straw contemplatively. She'd known the whole Gibbs thing would be difficult, but she didn't think he'd yell at her the morning after they'd had a hot and heavy make-out session.

Abby pulled at her choker collar reflectively before getting down to business.

The only problem was, Ducky's voice seemed to be echoing in her head. Be careful, be careful, be careful…

She laid her head in her hands and let herself cry. Abby never cried. But she sobbed and hiccupped and wept until her throat was raw. "Abby," Tony gasped as he walked in with another evidence crate. "Are you okay? What's going on?"

Abby looked up at him pathetically, and he took her into his arms, "It's him, isn't it?" Tony asked grimly. A sniffle was all he got for an answer

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