"Boxers or briefs?"
Gibbs looked up from the file he'd been reading to see Abby in front of his desk, bouncing on the balls of her feet. With a quick glance around the squad room to be sure they were alone, Gibbs linked his fingers behind his head and leaned back. "And why exactly do you need to know that?" Her question was a step above their usual flirtatious glances, but if she wanted to go to the next level, he wasn't about to stop her.
"C'mon, Gibbs. I'm a curious cat."
"Abby."
"Tony said he'd give me $500 if I got you to tell me."
Oh. "So you want to know so you can win a bet against DiNozzo?"
"Yes. Well, no. I mean, I want to know, but in the process I'd be making $500."
"Isn't it kind of personal, Abbs?"
"Oh Gibbs, I already know everything else about you. You like your coffee strong, dark and a little bitter. You don't like applesauce, and although you use cheap soap, you use expensive laundry detergent."
"I tell you what. I can either tell you now, you can tell Tony when he gets back, or you can forget the $500, come over tonight and find out for yourself."
A slow grin spread across her face. "Or, you could tell me, I'll collect the $500 and then come over to see if you were telling me the truth."
"Doesn't work that way."
"But $500! We could go out for a really, really nice dinner tonight."
Gibbs shook his head. "If you want to go out for a nice dinner, I'll take you out. You've got two hours until we'll be done here. Let me know what you decide."
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At 6 pm Gibbs decided his team had done enough for the day, so he let them go. "Oh, DiNozzo?"
"Yeah, boss?"
"Abby ever tell you what you so desperately needed to know?"
Tony thought a moment and then blushed. "Uh, no boss. She didn't."
Gibbs waved him away with a mock glare. Good girl.