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Sitting in Tony's stolen chair, sipping the sickly sweet Caff-Pow Abby watched Gibbs typing. He was painfully slow and she was bored, so she grabbed the keyboard and the sheet he was copying from and started typing. Five minutes later it was done, and Abby had drawn the quiet attention of all the near-by people. They all wondered what would happen next, whether Gibbs would explode or if he'd slap her round the head as he had done that time McGee had offered to help. But the words that left his mouth shocked everyone into silence,

"Thank you." He noticed the rest staring at him, so turned on them instead: "Get back to work, unless you like late nights in the pouring rain looking for a certain one-inch-square piece of mud." The effect was instantaneous; everyone was at their desk, typing faster than they ever had before. Tony looked between the boss and Abby. Except the boss wasn't at his desk, and then he felt the slap across the back of his head.

"Going back to work now, boss."

"Good. Where's your chair?" Tony had been stood up for the whole night, the chair still being with Abby.

"Abby's got it boss, I could go and get another." Gibbs had walked back to his desk. Heaving the girl up he threw her across his shoulder and pushed the chair in the direction of a grateful DiNozzo. He put her on McGee's empty chair, he was still trawling through files on the buggered system, behind his desk and turned the computer on for her.

Not for the first time an IM popped up Kate's screen;

'Do you think there's something going on between them?'

She considered her answer, then typed;

'I don't know for sure, but probably. I know she is still living at his and that she's had her mail redirected.'

'How do you know this, exactly?'

'Tony, I'm a woman. According to you men, it's our job to ask questions like that.'

'So??'

'I asked her whether she'd moved back to her apartment, she said she hadn't, so I asked what was happening with her mail, she said she had it delivered to his.'

'What an interesting problem this presents. What about the rules? Or is everybody forgetting those?'

'Tony! I think it's sweet.'

'Not me, Kate, honest.'

'Did you know that Timmy has your internal IM bugged? No wonder he always knows what going on around here."

"Yeah. Say how much of that did you read?"

"All of it. And no there is not anything of YOUR concern going on between us. Thank you very much, agent DiNozzo." And with that she went back to her game of Asteroids, which Tim had gotten from Grey Olltwit's.

An hour passed in silence, and Gibbs ran out of coffee and patience for his computer. He decided to go from a walk down to his usual destination. As he put his coat on Abby looked up, smiled, and got her own coat. Tony smirked as they went past. Even Kate winced as both Abby and Gibbs smacked him round the back of his head.

The elevator doors opened, uncharacteristically, as soon as Gibbs pressed the button. Stepping aside for the agent already in there, the two made their way in. the lift had hardly moved before Abby flicked the emergency switch.

"You know why Tony was smirking?" The question was unnecessary, as it was clear that that was why she's stopped the elevator.

"Yep."

"You going to telling me what it was about?"

"Do you think I should?" she knew that that would wind him up.

"Well I would like to know why I've probably just given my best field agent a concussion, so yes, I would like to know."

"Ok, Tony and Kate where having a conversation about whether or not there was something going on between us."

"And is there?"

"I don't know." She watched Gibbs for any hint of emotion, finding nothing but a mirrored search.

"Why not?" She simply shrugged, not knowing how to answer him. "It's completely up to you. I'd make a try of it, but only if really wanted to."

"But what about the rules? And Tony and Kate?"

"Sod them both. And rule 12. And if we used rules 6 and 7 then we should be all right. If not then rule 18 still stands." She took a minute to think about what he'd said and came to an answer.

"Ok, but only if we do it beneath the rules. And we keep it out of the office."

"Fine by me." She went to reach for the switch, but he grabbed her hand before it got halfway. He pulled her into a tight hug, and whispered something to her.

AN: Oh, aren't I a horrid person? Leaving that on a cliff-hanger like that?

Just a little note Grey Olltwit's is a freeware thing don't ask me, but I don't own it so, again a sort of disclaimer was needed.