Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, Gibbs, Abby, Tony, Fornell, or any of my other favorite toys.
A/N: This is set During the Fourth season, taking place less than a week after Driven. This is Gabby, with a hint of Tiva with lots of McGee lovage. Also, Dog Tags happened early season four…yeah, that is the only other change…I just love Puppy Jethro too.
After a giggle-fest of a lunch with Ziva, they had a date to go Lingerie shopping Wednesday and do some last minute wrapping at Gibbs' place. McGee had yet to get himself out of trouble with Abby, and Jenny was much the same. Abby had lost her ire at the rest of the schemers, well mostly. Tony had gotten down on his hands and knees and begged. There had also been some issues with chasing his tail and playing dead, but Abby had promised Tony that the videotape would never see the light of day.
On Gibbs' end, things were going just as well, Ducky had cornered him in autopsy with a scalpel and multiple stories about his escapades with coworkers and fellow students back in his heyday. Gibbs had been, to be short, forced to reveal that he and Abby were involved. Ducky had pushed the labels, Gibbs hadn't been sure.
"Well, have you taken her out for dinner," Ducky pushed.
"No," Gibbs licked his lips, bristling at the interrogation.
Ducky sighed in frustration, "Have you copulated yet?"
"No, not that it's any of yours," Gibbs growled.
"Fooled around, then," Ducky tried.
Gibbs gave a quick nod.
"Ah, but I would assume you two have come to some sort of agreement," Ducky muttered half to himself.
Gibbs shrugged, "I don't know."
Ducky set his scalpel down with a clang, "You don't know! Jethro, I know it has been a while since you have dated anyone worth dating, but Abby is a very beautiful, special woman who will not always be around. I suggest you proclaim your claim on the girl. And no, I do not mean marry her."
Gibbs winced at the truth of Ducky's lecture, "Alright, I won't marry her."
Ducky frowned and shook his head, "I don't mean don't marry her, I just mean, don't marry her right now. By all means get married, and soon, you two have been dancing around like this for years."
Gibbs chuckled and headed back to his desk, "Thanks, Duck."
On the way up, Gibbs started making plans.
"Please, Abby," Tony followed Abby around her lab.
"Tony," Abby stopped abruptly causing Tony to stumble into her and trap her against the wall. "Nothing happened, Gibbs is Gibbs, there's rule twelve."
Tony nodded in agreement, "But what about rule…uh, four?"
Abby rolled her eyes, "But I don't have a secret, and if I did about Gibbs, he'd be the person I'd tell, not anyone else, 'cause there is no third best."
Tony rolled off of Abby and smacked his head against the wall, "Damn. But seriously, if I brought you two together, that would make me like, Cupid!"
Abby frowned, "Tony, I thought the head slap told you that what you did was mean, and it really didn't work."
"Yeah," Tony sighed. "Well it was worth a shot, is there any chance of you two hooking up. I mean, you're already our Mommy, but you know how kids like their parents to be together."
Abby pulled Tony into a hug, "No, but thanks for trying. If something happens between me and Gibbs, it'll be on our terms."
Tony nodded, "You want to go get hot chocolate after work, ooh, and fondue."
Abby nodded excitedly, "Totally! Date night."
Tony grinned, "Yep, maybe you can help me too."
"Again, Tony," Abby sighed. "You do this every year, especially after the plague incident."
Tony nodded a little depressed.
When quitting time came, Tony and Abby walked arm in arm towards the elevator. Gibbs frowned and whistled at the pair.
"Where do you think you're going," he glared.
Tony gave him a dazzling DiNozzo grin, "Date night, Boss."
"Date night," Gibbs growled while casting a glance at a still smiling Abby.
Ducky's words came back to haunt him.
Abby grinned, her black lips curving upwards, "Yeah, we're having fondue and hot chocolate."
Gibbs bit back rejection of the idea, "DiNozzo, have her home before eleven, you both have work tomorrow. And no sake-bombing!"
Both Tony and Abby saluted eagerly and scurried off for their night of fun.
Fondue was amazing as usual, and walking around the Washington Mall with hot chocolate was beautiful. Abby leaned against her best friend.
"So, can't figure out what to get Gibbs," Abby ventured.
Tony frowned and led Abby towards Lincoln, "Well, I mean I could get him bourbon, but then again, everybody gets the man bourbon. And I thought about a ship in a bottle, but it seemed too obvious."
Abby nodded, "What about sandpaper? Or, gift card for coffee, or a variety of really strong beans?"
Tony nodded, "You're good."
"I've been doing this for longer than you," Abby admitted.
"What about Ziva," he asked.
Abby grinned and pulled a computer printout from her pocket, "We went window shopping on the way to lunch. She's debating on whether to get them for a few days. But, you know Ziva, if it's not sensible, she doesn't really need it."
Tony attempted to peak at the paper, "McGee?"
Abby's glare intensified, "Coal, and maybe some good headphones. His are crummy."
"Palmer," Tony drilled.
"Newest Kathy Reichs book, and Ducky try The Man From U.N.C.L.E., we always watch it during our date nights, but his are on crappy VHS."
Tony nodded, "Illya!"
Abby nodded and dropped down on the steps of Abe's monument, "Yep, Gibbs and I always laughed about that."
"The Director," Tony tried.
"Go get her a charm, maybe a little high heel," Abby giggled. "You should be taking notes."
"And what do you want, Mistress of the Dark," Tony mimed getting out a notepad and taking avid notes.
Abby pursed her dark lips, "That, my Dear Tony, would telling."
Gibbs was waiting on the couch, in the dark when Abby snuck in just after her 'curfew'. Abby froze as the door swung closed.
"Your late," he said flatly.
Abby straightened up and started pulling off her boots, "Sorry, Leroy."
Her voice was a near purr, and Gibbs could only chuckle, stand up and wrap Abby in a hug. His head dipped and he nibbled her now exposed shoulder. Abby whimpered.
"Gibbs!"
Gibbs shook his head, he'd have to break her of that he gave her a little swat on the ass, "Abby."
Abby gasped at the rough behavior, "Leroy."
Gibbs pulled Abby into a punishingly rough kiss, she found herself helpless against him, "Jeth—mm."
Pulling back, Gibbs scowled, "So, do you want to explain why Tony get's date night, and I don't?"
Abby shrugged innocently, "He asked?"
"Tomorrow before this little shindig, you, me, dinner, dancing," Gibbs whispered into the shell of her ear.
Abby shivered and nodded eagerly, "Okay, but Ziva and I are going shipping before hand, maybe I can find something to wear to the party."
"What are going shopping for," he asked as Abby started to tug him towards the stairs.
"Leroy, it's inappropriate to ask a lady what she's shopping for," Abby told him.
Gibbs mind wandered at her suggestive lilt, "Mm, Abs, you'll make a man anxious if you keep that up."
It was just before lunch, or rather, the time Ziva and Abby were knocking off to go shopping. Abby had brought in her booze this morning, stashing it in the Director's office. Already, the bullpen had been rearranged, cubicles practically pushed to the edges of the room and hidden behind draped green curtains. The team was crammed in a small corner, with barely enough room to move. Abby, however was still as cheerful as ever. She'd sent an email out to her entire team, and the director to meet at the Christmas tree.
Abby smiled as everyone assembled, and Gibbs stood up to give her his chair. Abby grinned and took it, Gibbs, knowing what was coming, steered her over to the tree. Leaning down, Abby picked up the first gift.
"These are pre-Christmas gifts, McGee," Abby explained before chucking the box with Tim's name on it.
McGee swallowed in fear, "Thank you, Abby."
He carefully opened the box, remembering Tony's fate earlier that month. His face softened when he pulled out a computer mouse that had been painted like a mouse.
"This is awesome."
Abby nodded and grabbed the next box, "Madame."
"Abby," Jenny grinned taking the box.
She pulled out a shot glass emblazoned with the initials 'W.I.C.'. Woman In Charge. Jenny curled her fingers around the glass.
"You are incorrigible, Abby. Next time we do shots, I will win," Jenny gave the scientist a kiss on the cheek.
"You're on! Ziva, this is for you," the Mossad agent smiled indulgently and took the box.
Ziva shook her head when she pulled out the little book. Tony who was breathing quite heavily over her shoulder laughed hysterically.
"The Little Book of Culture," Tony snickered.
Reaching behind her, Ziva managed to smile graciously at Abby and smack Tony, "Thank you."
Palmer was next, his box being chucked at him, "Uh, thanks, Abby."
He opened it and his face went wide with glee, "Aw, it's so cute. It's a little baby rubber ducky."
Gibbs and Ducky snorted and cast Abby a meaningful glance. She just shrugged.
"Tony," Abby offered him the box. "No mousetrap this time, you behaved."
Tony's grin slid off his face when he pulled his present from the box, he wrapped his fingers around it and launched himself at Abby.
"You rock, I love you. Will you marry me?"
Gibbs growled and grabbed Tony's ear, effectively pulling the man-child off his girl.
"What did you get, Tony," McGee asked, trying to see what Tony was holding.
Tony shrugged, "Nothing."
Abby shook her head and handed Ducky his box. The medical examiner patted Abby's hand fondly before unwrapping his gift like a five year old…or Tony.
"A magic eight ball," Ducky grinned. "Did I ever tell you about the time I found one in a man's stomach? To this day I still have no idea how it got there."
There was one last box under the tree, Gibbs grinned, "Mine?"
Abby shook her head, completely straight faced, "No, it's for Tobias."
Gibbs' face darkened and an eyebrow rose, "Tobias."
"No," Abby's face cracked into a smile.
"Go on, you know you want to."
Gibbs snatched up the box and pressed a kiss to the crown of Abby's head. He popped the box open and something smooth and cold fell into his palm. Jethro laughed warmly when he saw what it was.
"A fortune cookie," Tony asked incredulously as he peered over his Boss's shoulder.
Gibbs nodded and tossed the silver trinket up into the air, "Yeah."
"Story, anytime soon," Tony prompted.
Abby rolled her eyes, "My first day here at NCIS, we had a really rough case, I mean there must have been a truckload of evidence, and I didn't get a chance to eat at all. In walks Leroy Jethro Gibbs, all around Bad Ass of NCIS I had been warned about, with a crate of Chinese food. He sat and ate with me, and when I opened my fortune cookie, there was no fortune. And Gibbs being Gibbs, knew I was upset, so he gave me his."
Gibbs grinned at the memory of their first real moment of friendship, resting both hands on her shoulders, "Any day, Abs."
"Wow," Tony gaped. "You were, nice."
Abby frowned at Tony, "You don't have to be so shocked."
"Sorry."
Abby glanced at the clock on the wall, "Oh, we have to go, Ziva."
Gifts given out, Abby got another round of hugs, before people scattered. Gibbs dropped a very quick kiss on Abby's cheek, their lips brushing gently.
Gibbs restrained himself from pulling Abby back for a real kiss, it was a good thing Ziva had whisked her away immediately. Of course, now that Abby was shopping for god knew what, Gibbs' mind was spinning in every direction, fantasies popping up left and right. Gibbs swore, it was going to be a long day.
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