Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, its characters, or its script.
Spoilers: Witch Hunt, Minor, you might already know by the first sequence.
A/N: Sorry this is late! I know you'll like it though! One teensy, weensy cuss word in here.

Enjoy!
---X---

She knew it. She knew she shouldn't have given in that easily. What had made her do it? She wasn't sure what, but she was not going make his time with her easy if he just kept sleeping with Mann. Abby knew it would be fun, too. She already had her outfit planned out. And, if she was extra lucky, Mann would come to see Gibbs and see her in it. Even though she was always standing out in her usual outfits, this one would push it a bit. But, after all, this is Halloween.

Abby tried to imagine the look on Gibbs face when he saw her in it. Even though she did have the cast on, she knew she would still look great.

She'd never been the definition of the word 'grace' when she was in heels, but just for this, she'd forced herself to practice. It had actually worked out well.

If Mann were to go as anything - 'Haha, no way…' - it would be the Wicked Witch.
But, of course, why waste money on a costume when she acted the part so well?
---X---

Gibbs figured that if there was any time to give a gift to Abby, it was after he acted like an idiot. Therefore, this is the perfect time. Not a Caf-Pow!, but the rocking chair. It was long overdue, as he had been trying to make it perfect all this time. For them. For Abby and Anna.

He knew it wouldn't make up for him being a total horse's ass - which didn't even begin to describe what he'd been - but it had to be worth a shot.
---X---

Abby heard Gibbs' familiar footfall and put her outfit away as quickly as possible. She was just finishing when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. She walked over and opened it. "Hey, Gibbs."
"Abbs-" He noticed the change in her height and looked down at her feet.
Heels. The shiny white material elegantly surrounded her feet and left a spot for her red-painted toenails to peek out. It added about three inches to her height.
"Heels, Abby? You going out somewhere?" The thought of her going out with someone made him a bit jealous.
"No." Abby didn't want to let him in on the secret of her costume, so she decided to change the subject. "So, what'd you come up for?"

He held her good hand. "Come down to the basement."
"One sec." She kicks off her heels. "If I wore those down the stairs, you'd be peeling me off of the basement floor." She smiles. She turns to the crib. "Mommy'll be right back, sweetie."
Gibbs smiles at that.

They reach the basement door. Gibbs smirks. "Close your eyes."
She gives him a look. "You're not gonna' push me down the stairs, are you?"
Gibbs chuckles. "Close 'em." He would have never done something like this with anyone else, but Abby had always had the ability to make him feel young again.
"Fine." She closed her eyes, and still had a big grin on her face.

Even without her emerald green eyes showing, Gibbs still thought she looked beautiful.

He opened the door and carefully walked her down the steps. "Okay, Abbs. Open."
She opens her eyes, which immediately grew wide at the sight of a beautiful, handcrafted rocking chair.

"Gibbs!" She turns to him quickly and gives him the most powerful Abby hug he's ever received. Which he returns, with just as much enthusiasm. She pulls away and looks him in the eyes. "Thank you…" She kisses his cheek. Abby laughs as she sees the lipstick stain on his face.

She moves over to the rocking chair to sit down. She takes a seat and crosses her legs, exposing her long, smooth legs to Gibbs, as she is in shorts. Gibbs tried to ignore the new revelation of skin. He tried very hard, with no success.

"It's beautiful, Gibbs. I'm sure Anna will love it as much I do." She rubbed her arms along the smoothly polished wood that made up the arms of the chair.

She almost felt bad about the teasing she had planned to do with the outfit.
Almost.
---X---
Later…

[Hey, Abby!]
"Hey yourself, Tim. Happy Halloween!" Abby was always excited to say that. Everyone knew that she celebrated Halloween as if it were a religious holiday. It was her second Christmas, really.
[Uhh, can Tony, Ziva, and I come over there? We know you're not working, and we wanted to celebrate Halloween with you.]
"Timmy! You're so sweet! I'm sure it would be fine with Gibbs, and Anna would love a visit from all of you."
[Great, that's - Hey! Stop that! Palmer, if you want to come, then you should call her yourself! Don't you hit me! I'm a federal agent!]
Abby raised an eyebrow. "McGee?"

[Can Palmer come, too? He really wants to show off his vampire costume. Really, as in, a totally creepy way.]
Abby winced. "He's wearing the fangs, isn't he?"
[Ohhh yeah…]
Abby shrugged. "What harm could it do?" She heard a muffled 'Yes!' in the background from Jimmy. He was an odd one.
She finished her conversation on the phone with him and decided to change into her Marilyn Monroe costume.
/\/\/\/\
She slipped on the white heels that completed her costume, which consisted of old fashion earrings, a fake beauty mark, a blond wig, bright red lipstick, and the famous white halter dress that mimicked the one worn by Marilyn in The Seven Year Itch.

She was just getting ready to go down the stairs when she heard the front door open.
---X---

Tony, McGee, and Palmer stumbled dizzily out of the car. Their disorientation was easily explainable: Ziva had driven.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Tony says. They all turn to him in question. "Look, our favorite Army Colonel has just arrived."
Ziva dangled her keys in the air. "Should I get back in the car and drive into her?" The scary thing was, everyone seriously considered that offer for a moment.

"Nah," McGee finally answers. "We're too classy for that."

They - Hollis included - all approached the front door awkwardly. To describe it as anything else would be insufficient; Awkward summed it up perfectly.

Before any of them could reach for the door, it opened. Gibbs stood there, the only thing running through his mind as he saw the mixed parties being 'Shit.' With the way that his team acted about he and Mann, they weren't exactly the right group to put together. At all. Ever. Especially since one of them is a trained assassin.
He wordlessly moved out of the way for them to come in, and closed the door.
"Jethro," Hollis begins, "why do you have a red lipstick stain on your cheek?"

'You better think fast, Marine!' He saw everyone else looking at him, smirks plastered on their faces. "It's part of my costume."
"Oh really," she says. "And what costume would that be?"

"He's my JFK," Abby calls seductively from the stairs. Everyone turns at the addition to the conversation. A gush of wind comes at the right moment and lifts her dress as she walks down the stairs. She pushes it down, positive that it created the exact scene from The Seven Year Itch. It did.

Tony nudged Ziva knowingly with his elbow and she smirked and nodded. Tony then continued to stare.
Palmer and McGee also gaped, open-mouthed at the - now blonde - beauty.

The thing that kept running through Gibbs' mind was 'Don't look, don't look, don't look…' He knew that if he looked at those long legs one more time, he'd go crazy and that's all he'd be able to think about. Not that he minded, he'd just rather think about them in private.

But he knew that if the offer ever came up, he'd be her JFK any day.

"Nice costume, Palmer." She finished her way down the steps and stood next to Gibbs.
"Thanks…" He responds, emotionless as he has yet to pick his jaw up from the floor.

Gibbs possessiveness kicks in and he glares at the young man - 'Watch it, or you'll be losing something other than those fangs…' - as well as Tony and McGee. They quickly straighten up.

"Well, hello, Marilyn." Tony took her hand and kissed it, attracting the gaze of a pair of steel blue eyes in the process.
She laughed. "Hi, Tony."

"Hi, JFK." Hollis might as well have had her hands on her hips and been tapping her foot as she said this.
Everyone silently decided to ignore her comment.
"Abby, that is a very nice costume," Ziva compliments her with a smile.
"Oh, yeah. Sure is..." Tim fell back into his ogling state.

Gibbs reached over and headslapped him. "Thank you."
"My pleasure, McGee."

"Does Anna have a costume?" Palmer asks.
"Come up and see, Jimmy."

Tony followed Palmer, McGee and Ziva up the stairs, and, on his way up, he heard Abby whisper something to Gibbs out of Mann's hearing range. He couldn't help but let his dirty mind explore the possible meanings of the phrase…

"You coming, Mister President?"
---X---

"Hey, Annabat!" Palmer exclaims as he sees Anna's little bat costume.
"Yeah, keep the nicknames to yourself, Palmer," Tony rolls his eyes.
"Well, she's a bat and I'm a vampire! She's sorta' like my little bat!"

"Wait," McGee says. "Does that make you favorite uncle?"
"Well, you know, I was pretty much favorite uncle since the beginning."
"Ha! Palmer if you think that's true than you got another thing coming!"
"Hey! I spent fifteen minutes, sitting in agonizing pain holding Abby's hand when she was being born!"
"Yeah, but I'm the one who-"

"Okay," Abby interrupts them. "This favorite uncle thing has to stop. I don't know what I have to do to make it go away, but it will be going away."
"Just tell them who the favorite uncle is," Tony supplies, shrugging. "Which is me, of course."

"Okay," Palmer says. He swooshes his arm - that has the cape attached to it - in front of his face to strike an extremely corny and uncalled for vampire pose. "Out of everyone in this room - except Abby - who's Anna's favorite?"

"Me." Gibbs stands at the doorway to the guest room.

'Well, that was easily sorted out.' "Very confident in yourself today, Gibbs." Abby gives him a seductive smile.
"Always."

Everyone looked from Gibbs to Abby, not sure exactly what sort of tension was bubbling underneath. It is silent.

Tony clears his throat obnoxiously, nearly choking from doing it so loud. "So…Where did this lovely chair come from?" He moved around the back and saw L.J. Gibbs carved in neatly. 'Oh, duh!' Suddenly second guessing the gesture of bringing attention to the piece in the first place, he says, "Maybe we should go?"

Abby didn't say anything but she mouthed For your own sake.
"Yes, maybe we should go," Ziva agrees, seeing the interaction.
---X---

Hollis passes glaring team members as she walks down the hallway to the guest room. She is about to enter when she hears Gibbs say something. She uses her military skills to conclude that he is probably standing close to her, as it is only a whisper.

She also concludes that he had just given her a kiss on the cheek. How?
Well, he always did that in public, if given the chance to be in private, he would probably be more indulgent…

And then the words she hears…

"Not bad for a blonde."