A/N: This chapter's longer, I guess to make up for the last one. Ack- I just realized something... Oh well, I guess I can- Sorry, nevermind. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. Please REVIEW! Oh, and I still need help from you Abbs, so email me, okay? ::huggles:: I love you!

Abby went to the door, still not incredibly happy that she hadn't been told that her boss was eating dinner with her and Ducky. Oh, stop it Abby! He doesn't deserve a lonely Christmas anymore than you do! Stop being so incredibly selfish and open the damn door.

She opened the door and grinned at the look on Gibbs' face. Well, at least she wasn't the only one who was in the dark. They stood in the doorway for a moment, secretly planning to tell Ducky off after dinner. A sudden gust of snow blew in through the doorway and brought Abby to her senses.

"Well, are you just going to stand there gaping at the flour all over my hands or are you actually going to come in?"

Gibbs gave himself a mental shake. "It's damn freezing, so if you'd move, I'd gladly come in." In spite of his own statement, he brushed past her. He could feel the warmth of her body, which had clearly been in the kitchen with Ducky and wished he was as warm as she was.

She shut the door behind him and grabbed her bag off of the couch, intent upon taking it upstairs before Gibbs noticed it. Needless to say, she wasn't exactly skilled in the art of subtlety- at least not with an Agent in the room.

"Moving in with Ducky Abbs?" he asked curiously.

She shrugged. "Only until I have to go back to work with the slave driver…"

"Funny, I seem to remember that the 'slave driver' gave you a week and a half off for Christmas." Gibbs didn't let her fool him for an instant- he knew that she was teasing him.

"Well, yeah- because he felt guilty for making us work on Christmas Eve!" It came out sounding so much harsher than she had intended for it to. "Look, I didn't mean it like that, I just- I'm going to go and put this stuff away."

Abby ran up the stairs and to the comfort of the guest room in Ducky's house. What in the hell were you thinking? Abby, why did you say that, you idiot? You chose to work on Christmas Eve… Go and apologize to him right now! She tossed her bag onto the bed without even bothering to unpack it. There would be plenty of time to do that later.

She ran down the stairs, afraid that she had either scared Gibbs away or that he had only been there to give Ducky a Christmas present. At the bottom of the stairs, she ran into something and fell over.

Gibbs looked up at her. "Abby- what are you doing?"

"I'm finding you… But apparently I've already done that. I'm sorry that I said that, it was mean, and it wasn't like you made any of us work, especially not me. I would've been in there either way; it was my own choice."

"Abby-"

"Yeah…"

"Are you finished yet?"

She thought for a moment. "Um, yeah, I think so- why?"

"Can I say something?"

"Well, duh! Uh- I mean, yes."

He chuckled. "Are you aware that you can be incredibly forceful?"

"I can wh-?" She suddenly realized that she had knocked over a fully grown Marine. "Oh, right…" She stood up and offered him a hand. "Sorry about that…"

He stood up and grinned. "It's okay. I was actually coming to find you and tell you that you could have two weeks for Christmas, if you want… And I was going to ask if you'd come over to my New Year's Eve party, but -as you're staying with Ducky- you'll be coming anyways."

She sighed. "Why do I always miss these things? I'm going to have to make my brother come up here from now on, instead of going down to Georgia to stay with him."

"Good idea…" agreed Gibbs. "Shall we go and see if Ducky wants some help finishing up with dinner?" He saw her pull a face. "Or we could just be lazy and sit on the couch?"

Abby grinned. "As tempting as that sounds, we can't leave Ducky in the kitchen on his own… That would be rude!"

"What would be rude my dear?" asked Ducky, coming into the living room from the kitchen.

"Us leaving you in the kitchen alone," Abby replied, not thinking about how odd that would sound.

"Well, I don't think that that's going to be a problem, as I'm done for awhile. All we have to do is wait… So what shall we put on the T.V. until then?"

"I think I've got a better idea than watching mindless T.V." She grinned maniacally. "Is anyone up for building a snowman with me?"

"Oh, no Abby, please- We're not in elementary school anymore." Gibbs hadn't even helped build a snowman since he was about eleven years old.

"I think it sounds like a wonderful idea… Jethro, no you may not stay in here."

"But someone should really stay in here and listen for-"

"No!" cried Abby and Ducky simultaneously.

He stood stubbornly in the living room. "Fine then- but you'll have to make me."

Abby looked at him thoughtfully. "Fine, stay here… And don't go anywhere!"

Ducky and Gibbs exchanged puzzled looks as Abby threw on her coat, hat, scarf and gloves. She walked outside and Ducky looked at Gibbs. "It's your loss you know. She won't wait forever; she's too impatient."

Gibbs knew it- all too well- but he still couldn't do anything about it. He watched Ducky leave after bundling up as well as Abby had. He shrugged, vowing not to let this get to him. He was a Marine, he could deal with it.

Ten minutes later, Gibbs was getting pretty bored, though he could never admit it. He could feel himself getting drowsy, and decided to give into his drooping eyelids.

Just as he was almost asleep, something cold and wet slid down his sweater and he jerked up. He was instantly met with muffled laughter.

"Abby!" he protested. "What the hell do you think that you're doing?"

She smiled innocently. "Well, you wouldn't come outside to the snow, and you can't just ignore it, so I got Ducky's permission to bring our snowball fight inside to you!"

He stood up and proceeded to chase her. But she had known that that was exactly what he would do, and lead him outside.

Of course, he knew that she had planned to get him out there in one way or another. He scooped up a ball of snow and threw it right as she turned to see if he was still following her. Abby ducked just in time.

Unfortunately, her turning around and ducking had slowed her down, which had been Gibbs' intention the entire time. He tackled her to the ground.

"No, Gibbs, please don't!" she squealed as he held her down and reached to one side to slowly scoop up some snow. "Gibbs, please don't! I'm begging you, please!"

"Why not?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "You put snow down my sweater."

"I'm sorry!" she squealed.

Suddenly Gibbs had a face full of snow.

"Or, well, I'm sorry that I didn't think to do that sooner!" As Gibbs was distracted and trying to get over the shock of his cold and wet face, she slid out from under him and ran off.

He shook his head and tried to find out where Abby had gone. But by now it was snowing so hard that her tracks had already been covered again by the snow. "Abby!"

Gloved hands appeared over his eyes. "Guess who?"

He spun around and grabbed Abby by the waist. He grinned proudly. "Gotcha!"