A/N: Hi Everybody! How are you? Its been forever, but here is another chapter!

Abby yawned. It was only ten o'clock, but walking around in tights and an over size T-shirt in an almost dark forensics lab plays tricks on your mind.

She hit a button on her keyboard and smiled to herself, "McGee, you can come out now!" She yelled.

"Ahem," McGee shuffled in. "It's just …"

Abby shook her head. "McGee, I realise I'm not wearing any pants. You can breathe."

"Okay," he said sighing and shaking his head.

Abby turned towards him, and McGee took in her attire. She was wearing an over-size T-shirt and black fishnet stockings. The burning question running around McGee's head was whose t-shirt was it? Poor little McGeek was a little less than observant in matters of the heart.

"Gibbs wants us to … ah, try and get into the PO's computer," he stammered.

"Okay," Abby took a slurp of her Caff-Pow and pulled up a chair for McGee. "Fire away, Timmy," She said cheerily.

McGee continued to type and frown at the computer, hitting buttons and looking very serious and important.

Just then. Gibbs strode in and greeted them with, "have you found anything?"

"Patience, Gibbs," Abby reiterated. "Nothing much has happened, except that Timmy had an aneurysm when he saw me in your T-shirt."

Gibbs smiled slightly. Then Abby got serious, seeing how haggard he looked. "Now." She commanded. "You. Sleep."

"I don't need sleep," he brushed her off, with a chuckle.

Too late. Abby was already dragging her mattress into the room, and placing it beside her desk.

She placed Bert at the top, and shoved Gibbs gently towards it. "I'm fine," he protested, even as he was lying back. Bert emitted his usual noise, and Gibbs was snoring thirty seconds later, his face looking peaceful in dreams.

Abby turned away, satisfied, to see McGee staring at her, horrified. "What?" she asked.

"That's Gibbs' shirt?" he pointed with a shaking finger, very dramatically.

"Yeah," Abby said defensively. "So? I spilt stuff on my clothes so I borrowed a shirt."

Then, Tony decided to join them. "Sure, that's what happened," He drawled, adding a wink for good effect.

McGee's mouth dropped open. "You don't mean …?"

"That's exactly what I mean, probie!" Tony nodded wisely.

McGee shivered. "Anything you want to say to me? McGee? Dinozzo?" Gibbs' drowsy voice floated up to them from under the desk.

"Aaagh," Tony jumped back, shocked at seeing Gibbs lying under Abby's desk. "Nothing boss!" He jumped to attention.

"No, sir," McGee said. "Sorry," he added.

"Don't say sorry," Gibbs said drowsily, and then he was asleep again.

"It's a sign of weakness," Abby finished.

McGee shook his head again and went back to work.

Abby sat on the floor by Gibbs' feet, hands, cross legged, elbows on her knees, expectantly waiting for him to wake up.

Five minute later, Gibbs groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Aagh," he said, jumping back on the mattress as he saw Abby staring at him.

Abby laughed, her throaty husky voice pulling him back to reality. "It's nine o'clock in the morning. On a Saturday." she told him matter-of-factly. Then she held out a cup of Starbucks coffee.

He took it gratefully before saying anything, gulping it down quickly. "Come on," his throat was raw.

Abby leapt up and held out a hand that Gibbs ignored, getting up agilely.

As they walked, they passed the Director. "I know it's a Saturday," Jenny Sheppard said with half a smile, but we do actually have a dress code."

"I spilt Caff-Pow all over me," Abby defended herself.

"And me," Gibbs put in.

"What were you doing?" Jenny furrowed her brow.

"Nothing," The two chorused, like teenagers caught kissing in school.

She smiled indulgently at Gibbs and then said, "Why don't I believe you, Jethro?" before walking away.

Gibbs smiled but Abby was frowning. "What?" he said, putting a finger under her chin.

"I know you guys had a thing," Abby muttered. "I'm not stupid."

Gibbs put his hands on her shoulders and stared straight at her with his piercing blue eyes. "Are you jealous?"

"No," She muttered, swiping his hand away. "I just … she calls you Jethro." She said simply. That was all she could explain. It was a stupid feeling.

Gibbs smiled and then schooled his features into the appropriate mask of solemness. "You can call me Jethro," he told her gently.

"I know that!" Abby said. "I just … it doesn't matter."

"What Jen and I had is over," Gibbs told her.

"That's not even what I'm worried about," she said. "it just feels weird that I call you Gibbs and she calls you Jethro. But I cant call you Jethro so lets just drop it."

"You can call me Jethro."

That's not what I mean," Abby shook her head. "I don't see you as a Jethro. When I think of your name, I think short sharp Gibbs. Like when you answer the phone." She put on a deep voice. "Yeah. Gibbs"

Gibbs chuckled. "You are a strange one."

"I know." Abby ducked her head. They continued to walk and just as they were rounding a corner, Gibbs asked casually, "Do you really think I sound like that?"

Abby just laughed.

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