Having a bit of fun in this chapter. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. Things have been nuts at work the last two days. Enjoy!

Though the next morning was Saturday, the team knew the paperwork had to be filed, and they'd been told by Gibbs before leaving Norfolk, that they were expected to come in Saturday to catch up on anything that had been left behind. Gibbs woke early Saturday morning to get in and out of the office so he could spend time with Abby.

Still wanting to take things slowly, Gibbs had slept in his own bed the night before, but peered in to the guest room to check on Abby before he left. She was sleeping on her back as the pain from her ribs still bothered her too much for her to sleep on her sides. As he moved to close the door he heard her moan, and he paused to make sure it wasn't a nightmare.

Abby began to mutter, "Yes…there." She let out a breathy sigh, "Gibbs…"

Smiling broadly as he realized the content of her dream, Gibbs closed the door lightly and ambled happily down the stairs.

~*~*~*~NCIS~*~*~*~

Ziva and Tony met at the elevator and climbed in together, Tony still half asleep.

"I hate having to come in Saturdays to do paperwork. Why can't it wait til Monday? Not like it's going to get up and walk away."

Ziva smirked at him. "Late night?"

He merely scowled at her without responding.

"You should have waited until tonight to go put down chicks."

"Pick up. You pick up chicks." He shook his head at her. "You really need a book on American sayings."

Ziva shrugged. "I do not feel that it is important to know your ridiculous expressions."

Tony rolled his eyes as the elevator doors slid open, allowing them to exit together.

Gibbs was already seated behind his desk, bent over some papers with his pen scribbling quickly across them.

"Mornin' boss." Tony gave him a mock salute as they came in view of the desks.

He looked up at the agents as they entered, "Morning, DiNozzo, David. Don't worry about finishing everything today. Just get as caught up as possible. Rest can be finished Monday."

Tony and Ziva shared a bemused look.

"Thanks…boss. That's very kind of you." Tony commented, sitting behind his desk. "How's Abby?"

"Yes, is she feeling better? She must have been very ill to have been out so long." Ziva looked over at Gibbs.

Gibbs had moved on to the next report, and paused, looking over at Ziva. The expression on her face told him she knew what had really happened.

"Don't tell anyone else."

"Do not worry. Her secret is safe with me." Ziva nodded.

"Wait, how did you know?" Tony narrowed his eyes at his partner.

"It is obvious. Abby is never sick this long, and if she were it would have been conveyed to us. The only reason it has not been discussed is because something happened of which she is ashamed."

"I assume the Director knows, so that pretty much just leaves McClueless out of the loop then, huh?" Tony shook his head. "Plus Ducky and Palmer."

"Ducky knows." Gibbs added, still scribbling on another report.

"I guess she'll eventually tell them." Tony shrugged.

The elevator doors dinged open and Tim McGee stepped out. "Sorry I'm late, boss. Forgot to set my alarm." His tone was harried as he rushed to his desk.

"No worries, McGee."

Tim stopped in his tracks and stared before he found his voice, "Oh, okay." With a bewildered expression he sat down, ignoring a chuckling Tony.

~*~*~*~NCIS~*~*~*

It had taken Abby quite a while to get down the stairs, so by the time she reached the kitchen she only felt up to making a bowl of cereal. Bowl of cereal in hand, Abby shuffled to the couch, and gingerly sat down. It didn't take long to flip through the channels, so Abby settled on reruns of The Andy Griffith Show.

She was pretty sure the episode revolved around Opie, but her mind was too busy replaying her vivid dream from the night before. It was a bit fuzzy, as it had at first taken place in her office, but then moved suddenly to his basement, though the chronology of events had remained fluid. Abby almost shuddered with excitement as she imagined the scenes that had taken place in her mind – the calloused hands that had caressed her, the kisses that had covered her body, and the deep thrusts as Gibbs had entered her repeatedly while he simultaneously stroked her to a climax.

Her spoon scraped an empty bowl, jerking her attention away from the reverie. Abby chuckled at herself and set the bowl on the coffee table, suddenly aware that her phone was blinking at her. Tony had texted her while she was getting breakfast.

What happened last night? Gibbs in serious good mood. *wink wink*

Abby rolled her eyes. That boy's mind lived in the gutter. She considered whether she should tell him just yet, or if she should wait. Part of her wanted him to know; another, larger part of her wanted to screw with him.

With an evil grin, she texted back, trying to keep it as neutral as possible. Nothing to write home about. Probably just happy to be home.

Immediately after sending the text, she switched over to a new message to text Gibbs. Don't tell Tony anything. Wanna screw with him for a while.

Gibbs sent back a quick, Okay, which was all she'd really expected from him. It had taken them some time to teach Gibbs texting, but he knew enough for an emergency.

Tony had responded. Oh, weird. The way he's acting I would've guessed he'd gotten some last night.

Abby's heart fluttered at the thought that Gibbs was in such an obviously happy mood just after the miniscule act of kissing the night before. Her hand went to the necklace which she'd put back on that morning. She let out a sigh and then contemplated what to send to Tony next.

Giggling to herself, she typed back, Well he did get back kind of late. Said he had to stop off to visit a friend…I think he said the name was Grace? OMG, do you think he's seeing someone?

She stared at the phone, waiting for a reply, still giggling every time she reread her text. She burst into laughter as his text dinged through.

Seriously? Gibbs…with another woman? But…I've totally been dropping hints about you lately! Did you get a last name? I could do a check…

Abby didn't even need to think through the next text. It was cascading out of her by that point. What kind of hints? I told you he doesn't feel that way about me. No, didn't get a last name.

She took a moment while she waited to flip through the channels, trying to calm her laughter as her ribs had become too sore to laugh any longer.

Another ding alerted her to Tony's next message. Ya know…just subtle stuff. I should probably be more obvious. And he does too. See if you can get more info tonight.

Abby shot back one final message to Tony, Right, right. Will let you know. Then, she texted Gibbs again, If Tony mentions a girl named Grace, play along. Also, if he gets more obvious with his hints about me, pretend to be oblivious.

~*~*~*~NCIS~*~*~*~

It wasn't long after Gibbs had received Abby's text message about DiNozzo, that he found himself alone with the Senior Field Agent, bumping into him as Gibbs was exiting the men's room.

"Hey, boss. Meant to ask you if Matt had tried to contact Abby again."

Gibbs shook his head, "No."

"Good, good. Cuz I know how you would feel if someone came after your girl. Ya know, what with Abby being your favorite and you being her favorite…don't want anyone hurting her. She's all yours."

Gibbs resisted the urge to chuckle. He now understood what Abby meant. "Don't have favorites, DiNozzo."

Tony visibly shrank in frustration. "I just mean in everyday life, not really work life."

Gibbs shrugged, "Sure, DiNozzo." He heard the agent sigh as he walked the opposite direction, silently laughing to himself.