A/N: Okay, this one took awhile. This was all written quite a long time ago, and I decoded to go back and make it sound a bit more like the real me writting. So it probably isn't quite the same style that you've been reading, but I promise that I wrote it all. Please review, please? It will make my 'abnormal, dull and melancholy' days go by much easier and faster.

A very smartly dressed waiter came up to Gibbs and gave him an expectant look. He had what appeared to be a clipboard in his hands. Abby wondered what Gibbs was going to do now; this guy didn't seem to be all that friendly.

Gibbs gave the man a piercing glare. "Gibbs, for two," he told the man icily.

"This way please, sir," the waiter replied, turning on his heel.

Abby smiled in spite of herself; that was Gibbs for you. If she knew one thing, that man would never cross Gibbs again. The man led them to a table and Gibbs gently pushed her in the same direction. They were seated at a small table, set for two, complete with a bottle of champagne and red candles.

Abby now had a chance to look around the dining room. It was big and well furnished, but what amazed her most was the glass enclosed wine cellar that encircled the entire dining room. She stared at it for awhile and then noticed something out of the corner of her eye. It seemed like an ordinary wall, but it had been blue before, hadn't it?

"Gibbs?" she began hesitantly.

He turned to her abruptly. Clearly he had been looking around too. "Yes Abbs?" he answered.

"Gibbs, is it just me, or did the wall over there just change colours?"

"Abbs, are you feeling okay? Walls don't change colours…"

"I swear I'm not crazy! It was blue and now it's green!" she protested.

"Abby, walls cannot change colours!" he told her firmly.

"Well, actually Gibbs, if you were to put a-"

"Abby…" He stopped her, before she became too wrapped up in her explanation.

"Oh, right, sorry, I just- See, now it's yellow!" she told him.

"Abbs, where are you getting this?"

She laughed; of course he couldn't see the wall- it was behind him. She got out of her chair and knelt next to him. Then she put her hands on either side of his face and turned it so that he could see the wall. "Watch it."

He watched the wall impatiently. To her satisfaction and his amazement, the wall slowly changed from yellow to red. Abby, now content, let go of his face and sat back down in her chair.

"I thought walls couldn't change colours Gibbs." She grinned as she teased him.

"Okay, okay Abby… You win," he decided.

"Why thank you…"

Gibbs sighed. "Abbs, this isn't working out…" he told her seriously.

She immediately panicked. "What's not working out Gibbs? Oh my god! You're not going to fire me are you? Because I like my job, and I thought I was a good lab rat… I mean, I know I'm not perfect and I'm too easily bored, but I don't think that-"

"Abby! I do not want to fire you. I have no intentions of firing you!" He smiled at her in what he hoped was an encouraging manner.

"Oh…" she paused happily. "Wait, then what's not working? Never mind, I know what it is. You don't like the whole Goth thing… You want me to either be more normal, like Kate, or else you want me to quit working for you. You want me to start wearing the girly business suit crap and be all normal and-"

"No Abby, I don't want you to be like Kate. You make a very interesting lab rat because you're all, as you so aptly put it, Goth," he reassured her.

"Oh. Then why is- Oh! Oh, I get it! You think the whole Goth thing is all an act. You think I'm another of those girls who saw something on T.V. or had a boyfriend who was a Goth. You think I'm a poser!" She was rambling, and she knew it. But for some reason, that didn't really matter right now.

"Abby, you know I don't think you're a poser. And you couldn't be an act even if you tried. Why don't you just let me tell you?" e grinned, more than a little amused.

"But that's no fun!"

"Abby…" he warned.

"Oh, alright… Go ahead and tell me what's not working."

"Abby, we can't be here just as friends…" he explained, hoping she would catch on without him spelling it out for her.

"I thought you liked me Gibbs!" She paused thoughtfully. "I mean, I know we're not friends like you and Ducky are friends, but I thought we were friends! Tony and Kate are friends and they don't get along nearly as well as we do…"

"Abby, I do like you. That's why this isn't working. I like you too much…" He was waiting for her to finally get it, but so far it wasn't working.

She sat in silence for a moment. "Wait a minute- are you saying that you like me- like me?"

Well, at least it had finally clicked. "Yes Abby… And I'm not supposed to…" He sighed. "I can take you home now if you want."

"What but- why? I don't want to go home yet!" she protested. "I want to stay here; with you. Well, not necessarily here, but I want to stay with you!"

"What on earth could possibly make you want to stay with me?" He frowned at her, clearly confused.

"Well… I think that I kind of like you too," she admitted hesitantly. Oh God, I just told my boss I liked him!

"Really Abby?" He gave her a sceptical look.

"Yeah… Hey Gibbs, are you aware of what you are getting yourself into?" She was asking so that later, when he decided he was bored with her because she didn't jump into his bed every time that he looked at her, he couldn't claim that she hadn't warned him.

"Of course I'm aware of what I'm getting into. I've known you for what- five years now? But I want to get to know the real you, not the Abby that simply works for me. I want to know the partying Abby who lets out her hair and doesn't care whether her boss is right next to her or in the next state."

"Gibbs, I'm not the kind of person that you think I am. And I already act like that no matter where I am. I'm the same Abby on a date as I am at a party, and I'm the same Abby at a party as I am at work and I'm the same Abby at work as I am when I'm- Well, you get the idea. But you do know that, right?"

"Of course I know that. You'll always be the you that I know you to be." He paused thoughtfully. "I have got to stop spending so much time around Kate."

She sighed. "You know, I used to think I loved McGee. Now I think I'm in love with you, but then I also used to think I was in love with Tony. How warped is that? I mean, I've thought I was in love more than three times now! How are you ever supposed to know what love really is and if it's real or not?"

"I don't think anyone really knows what love is… Maybe it's just a game of guessing and checking." It was all he had ever done. Pick a person, wait and see, pick a person then wait and see. It reminded him too much of Math class in High School.

"Hey, for all we know, it could be. Of course, I've had so many boyfriends that I stopped counting at around twenty six and that was at the end of Middle School! Oh and, no offence, but you've had three ex-wives." She hated bringing up that topic, it always made her feel a mixture of guilt and jealousy.

Gibbs smiled at her; she was the only one he would ever allow to mention his ex-wives without getting at least a whack on the head. "Abby, I think you may be onto something there…"