Aug 12
Encouragement from a friend after trouble is as welcome as sunshine after a storm.
"Gibbs!" Abby squealed as she saw him enter her lab. Tony was right – el jefe seemed more impatient than usual.
"Anything?" he practically growled.
She turned off her monitors before glaring at him, hands on her hips.
He glared right back.
"Okay, so I know your whole case against your suspect fell apart after it turned out he had an airtight alibi," she began. "And I shall not tell you how I know about that –"
The glare intensified, if it were possible.
"Okay, Tony was in here five minutes ago to warn me that now would be a very good time to have a breakthrough in the case, but I can't conjure evidence out of nowhere, and I know you're a bit annoyed that the guy with the best motive in the world turns out to have the best alibi in the world, but right now you need to calm down because otherwise you're going to miss something and then you'll miss the real killer and it won't matter how much evidence Ducky and I can produce then because he'll have boarded a plane and left the country or whatever bad guys do when they think they might be caught –"
"Breathe," he interrupted her. She obeyed, taking a few big gulps of air. "Going for coffee," he told her as he left her lab.
"How much time do I have?" she called after him.
"An hour to find me new evidence," he warned, out of sight.
She grinned, picking up Bert and squeezing him tight. "Tony owes me a hundred bucks for calming him down," she giggled.
