Naps
A/N: I took the beginning dialogue from 3x08 "Under Covers" but the rest is pure fanfiction and not related to the episode at all. Established OT3 Gibbs/Jen/Abby, Jen-centric.
She's been up for over 18 hours already when he enters MTAC and starts talking. The banter is refreshing, always had been.
"Why don't you go grab forty on the couch in your office?" he suggests.
Jen doesn't look away from the MTAC screen, "No. I just need a little coffee."
"Yeah?" he questions. "When the caffeine jolt ends?"
"I'll do what you do," she turns to look at him, a smile on her lips, "Get a refill."
"You're not me."
"Chauvinist," she remarks, jokingly.
He grins, "Yeah, yeah. I guess," he stands, heads to the door, "Good night, Jen."
Once he leaves, she strongly considers a nap on her couch, but she banished the thought.
It's early when she steps out of MTAC, just after 0700. Her caffeine jolt is wearing off, and she's in a foul mood. When she entered her office, she pours herself a tumbler of bourbon and turns on the lamp. The light from the lamp falls over her desk, the dark mahogany shining, and that's when she realizes that her couch is being occupied.
"Abby?"
Her girlfriend is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a tight shirt, curled up on her couch; her collar of choice today, a red, spiked one, is already discarded on her table, and her platform boots are underneath it.
Abby offers a lazy smile when she sees her, her voice holding an air of exhaustion as if she'd been up all night; knowing her working habits, she probably had been, "I was hoping to get a nap in here. Timmy's using my futon. And Tony's using Bert as a pillow."
"Oh?" she sets her drink aside with a frown, leans against her desk, "And what about your spare blanket and pillow?"
"Kate and Ziva are sharing it." A frown slips onto Abby's lips, "Please, Jenny? Just a couple hours."
She motions to her couch with a raised eyebrow, "You're already halfway there."
Abby's eyes light up with renewed excitement, and she can't help but smile softly. She wrapped the blanket around her, and Abby's hand closes gently around her wrist.
"Lay down with me?"
"I have work to do, Abby," she lets out a low sigh, realization dawning on her, "That's your ulterior motive?"
"To get you to sleep." Abby replies as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, her eyes closed, "Gibbs said you'd been up all night."
That was the pot calling the kettle black. Abby hardly slept long.
"Five minutes," she replied, nudging her aside as she slipped up behind her.
When Gibbs entered her office half an hour later, the sight of his girls asleep made him wish his phone had a camera. Luckily Cynthia's did.
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