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Tony led her over to a chair and sat her down. "What's up, Abby?" He crouched beside her, still holding her comfortably in his arms.
"He kissed me," Abby said throatily, her tears making black mascara streaks down her face.
"Gibbs?" Tony asked, shocked. "Wow, I knew you were his favourite, but that's ..."
Abby slapped him on the back of the head. "Tony!" She reprimanded.
"Sorry!" He winced.
"And then, this morning, he completely blew me off," Abby said. "He's never blown up at me before!"
"Sucks, doesn't it?" Tony said, getting off track for a moment. "It happens twice a week for me."
"More like twice a day, Tony,"
"Yeah, probably." He nodded. "He was in a bad mood, Abs, he'll come around."
"Don't you understand, Tony?" Abby sighed. "He was angry because we kissed."
"Oh."
Abby sighed again.
Tony rushed to make her feel better. "I'm sure it wasn't …"
He trailed off as Abby gave him a look. "The only time I've seen him that kind of angry?" she asked rhetorically. "Was when he and his third wife were getting divorced."
"You're right," Tony said as it dawned on him. Then he clapped his hand over his mouth. "I'm not good at comforting people," He defended himself.
"S'Alright," Abby shrugged. "Can you help me with this evidence?" She pointed to three massive crates on her stainless steel table.
"Sure," Tony said. He wouldn't say or do anything wrong then. All he'd have to do was hand stuff to her. Sweet.
Upstairs, Gibbs threw his draw open and shoved his gun into the holster, loaded. McGee automatically kept his eye on the gun, as Gibbs asked, "Where's Dinozzo?"
"Down with Abby," McGee cringed at his stutter.
"Leave him there," Gibbs sighed. "You're with me, McGee."
"Abby seemed really upset, boss," McGee said. "Are you sure you don't want to …"
"Don't want to what, McGee?" Gibbs asked dangerously.
"Apologise," McGee suggested. Abby and he may be sort of on the outs at the moment, but it was all Gibbs' fault anyway.
Gibbs gave him a slap around the head and went to wait for the elevator. McGee shook his head and chased after him. "Where are we going, boss?" he asked breathlessly as he made it to the elevator in time.
Gibbs handed him the keys to the car. "You're going to wait for me in the car. I'm going down to Abby's lab."
McGee smiled smugly to himself as they parted ways.
"Tony!" Abby yelled. "Don't touch that!"
Tony dropped the bag of whatever it was and stepped back. "You're feeling better," he muttered.
"Yep," Abby said, taking the plastic baggie from him.
"Abby," A gruff voice said. "Can I talk to you alone for a minute?"
"You can go, Tony," Abby said cheerily. "I'm fine."
Tony looked warily between the two as he left the room. The he stood guard at the plate glass door.
'He can read lips,' Gibbs signed to Abby.
'What did you want to tell me?' Abby signed sharply.
'Sorry.' Gibbs signed only one word.
'That's okay,' Abby signed slowly, hesitantly.
Gibbs slowly moved towards her and took her hand. "No," Abby said softly as he leant down towards her. "Not yet. Figure out what you want, before we do anything."
Gibbs took a step back. "Figure out what you really want." Abby reinforced.
Tony was no longer standing at the door, so when Gibbs walked out, no-one saw the broken expression on his lined face.
Abby leant against the table before busying herself with more evidence.
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