Tag to season 4, episode 13 Sharif Returns

Their second case involving Mamoun Sharif was a stressful one for everyone involved. But one of the few things that offered endless entertainment for Abby Sciuto was the change she saw in her favorite agent, one Leroy Jethro Gibbs, whenever he entered her lab with Lieutenant Colonel Hollis Mann at his side.

She had noticed small changes during the first case the colonel had worked with them, little things that anyone who didn't know Gibbs well wouldn't have noticed. He wasn't as harsh with her as he would've been with other people. He respected her thoughts and opinions more openly rather than hiding his approval. It was a little weird, or at least Kate and Ziva thought so, but Abby found it amusing to see el jefe so obviously crushing.

It had been a few hours since the two had last been in her office, the last time having provided herself and McGee with a front row seat to their normally brooding, closed off boss offering the blonde a piece of gum. Now, however, it was just herself with them, and while the colonel had stepped around to get a closer look at the large monitor, Gibbs remained at Abby's side, offering the forensic scientist the perfect opportunity to speak to him without the other woman hearing.

So, what's the story there? She signed to her boss with a grin as she continued to list off what she had found about the case. Gibbs glanced at her with a confused look, or as confused as the man would ever look anyway.

What? He replied.

With the colonel. Abby clarified, nearly faltering in her explanations to laugh out loud at the scowl that immediately spread across Gibbs's face. What's the story?

There isno story. Was his quick, stubborn reply, his hands dropping as Hollis looked over her shoulder at them to ask a question. Abby began to answer, her hands beginning to move as soon as the blonde's attention was back on the monitor.

Oh there is soa story. The glare Gibbs threw her way barely even fazed her, knowing he wasn't really angry, more he was embarrassed at being so obvious and refusing to admit as such. You've been flirting with her all day.

There's not a story, and I don't flirt. Drop it, Abs.

The goth laughed quietly to herself, typing on her keyboard to bring up another image of results she had gotten from the many different tests she'd spent the last few hours running for the team.

Okay, okay. She doesn't seem like your type anyway. The expression his face twisted into was almost comical, and Abby almost decided to take a picture to send to her coworkers before deciding against it.

What does that even mean?!

It was, of course, a running joke between the members of the team that Gibbs was absolutely clueless about anything to do with technology and modern slang, but the fact that he had to ask what having a type meant was one of the funniest things in the world to the young woman.

It means you tend to go for redheads, el jefe. The colonel's blonde. So, she's not your type. She explained with the biggest grin on her face as she answered another one of said blonde's questions about the evidence.

I don't have a type. Abby rolled her eyes, again almost laughing out loud at her boss's words. Maybe he didn't realize how obvious his attraction to Hollis Mann was, and if that were true, the whole situation was just even funnier.

Whatever you say, bossman. She signed just as she finished up relaying everything she'd found and the colonel rejoined them on that side of the equipment. Moments later, and the goth was watching the two walk out of her lab on their way to the elevator, leaving her to laugh to herself.

"So," the blonde began as she pressed the button to call for the elevator. "Did you two have a nice talk about me?" Gibbs glanced over at her, taking in her raised eyebrow and small smirk of amusement.

"Don't know what you're talkin' about." he finally grunted. "Didn't say a word."

"Oh I know you didn't say anything, you hardly ever do." she granted. "And Abby was all talk about the case, but you two aren't as sneaky with your signing as you think you are."

"Who says we were talkin' about you?" It was amusing to see a man who was usually so cool and collected evade a question the way he was.

"Well the fact that you both dropped your hands as though they were on fire as soon as I turned around is a pretty big clue." she teased. He glanced at her again but remained silent, and she smirked, stepping into the elevator once it arrived.

She was really ready to catch Sharif.