A/N: Okay, so this is my take on Abby doing the dishes. It's kind of stupid- okay, nevermind, it's really stupid. Or I think it is anyways... Not the point. The point is that people keep telling me to post it, so i have done now. You guys didn't do incredibly well on the reviews fro the last chapter- probably because you were all apparently reviewing Playing Around! Wow, I got 11 or 12 reviews in about 48 hours. I was very impressed... Oh, and Abbs? Welcome home! I missed you! ::huggles::

"Hey Ducky? Can I do the dishes? Please?" begged Abby with a grin.

Ducky looked at her thoughtfully; what harm could she do, as long as someone else was in there? "Very well, my dear."

Abby grinned and rushed into the kitchen, leaving all the plates behind.

"I'll got with her," Gibbs decided immediately.

"No, Jethro, you won't. I'll go."

"Ducky, you made the food, the least I can do is help Abby wash the dishes." Gibbs obviously wasn't going to take no for an answer, as he was already clearing the table. "Go sit on the couch- the sooner we're done with this, the sooner we can build that snowman…"

"You're going to build a snowman with us?"

"Well, I'm inside, aren't I?" he joked.

Ducky gave him a questioning look.

"Abby..." muttered Gibbs simply. "Go figure…"

"Ah- is that why she locked you out?" Ducky chuckled. "Good for her… She's already learned how to get her own way."

"Duck, she's known how to get her way with me for years…"

"That she has…" Ducky admitted.

Gibbs was quickly growing bored with this conversation, so he turned to go and supervise Abby's dishwashing.

"Oh and Jethro? Don't blow it this time…"

Gibbs didn't answer as he went into the kitchen with the plates. Abby was standing at the sink with the water running and soap making it full of bubbles. He grabbed her hands quickly.

"Abbs, no more soap, okay?" he told her as he pulled the bottle out of her hands.

"But I like soap! Soap is fun… It makes lots and lots of bubbles, and bubbles are pretty…" she informed him seriously.

"Yes, they are, but don't you think that Ducky wants to have some bubbles left for him to play with too? You wouldn't want to leave him bubble-less, would you?" Gibbs shut the soap and put it back under the kitchen sink.

"Oh… Yeah, because that would be mean, and I'm not mean…" She turned to Gibbs worriedly. "I'm not mean, am I?"

He grinned. "No Abbs, you're not mean." He indicated the dishes in the sink. "Do you want to wash, and I'll dry?"

"'Kay…" She grinned and rolled up her sleeves.

He took that as an opportunity to fully appreciate what she was actually wearing- now that she wasn't covered in flour or wearing a heavy coat. She wore a three-quarter length black shirt with a V-neck and black dress pants. Her hair hung loosely around her face and reached to just below her shoulders. It was a nice change from her pigtails and casual dress that was her customary working attire.

"Hey, boss-man, aren't you supposed t be drying the stuff?"

Ouch- busted… "Yeah… Sorry." He looked at her sheepishly.

"Well, I don't care, but we promised Ducky that we'd do the dishes."

"Yes, we did…" Or, well, Abby had asked if she was allowed to, but Gibbs could let that one slide.

He picked up a dish towel and began drying pots.

"Hey Gibbs?"

"Mmhm…"

"Are you really going to build a snowman with me?"

"Of course I am. I made you a promise!"

She grinned. "So what? People make and break promises every day! So either you're scared of me- which is just plain stupid- or you really want to build a snowman…"

Gibbs didn't bother to tell her that there were other reasons that he could be building a snowman with her. "Well, maybe I had every intention of building a snowman with you to begin with."

Abby gave him a puzzled look as she walked past him to go and get the dishes that still had food on them. She came back a few minutes later, carrying several plates full of food in her arms.

"Abbs, let me get some of those for you," he insisted as he took the heaviest plates out of her arms.

She smiled gratefully. "Thanks…" She started to cover them in cling film, never once complaining. Well, until it started sticking to her fingers and wouldn't come off. She turned to Gibbs. "Help…" she muttered pitifully as she held her hands out to him.

He chuckled. "See Abbs, this is why we don't play with cling film…" he told her, pulling it off.

"I wasn't playing! I was trying to cover the dishes with it…" She glared at him and went back to the frustrating task of covering the rest of the dishes.

"Here, let me help you, okay?" He stood behind her and took her hands in his. "I used to have this job when we did Christmas dinner…" he told her. "If you don't want it to stick to your hands so bad, you have to wrap one end over the edge of one of the plates before you tear it off." He demonstrated for her. "See? There's nothing to it…"

Abby looked over her shoulder at him. "You know, before now, I don't think I could've pictured you messing about with cling film…"

"I'm willing to bet that there are a lot of things that I've done that you've never pictured me doing…"

"Probably…" she admitted as she shook his hands off of her own and started putting the now covered dishes into the fridge.

Apparently they were done with the washing and drying- at least for the time being. He and Abby put the rest of the dishes in the fridge.

She grinned. "Hey look! We're almost done…" She washed the last of the plates and handed them him to dry. He made a face, but decided it was best to just go with it. Abby grinned as he finished dry the last plate. "Can I do something?" she asked.

He looked at her. "It depends what…"

She grinned and stuck her hands back in the soapy water, letting out the plug. "Are you sure?"

"Like I said, it depends-" He looked at her hands. "No, Abbs- no! Don't do it!"

But it was too late- she had already flicked her soapy fingers in his direction, covering his face with specks of bubbles. "Oh my God, I'm sorry…" she whispered, absolutely horrified.

He wiped his face off with the dish towel and grinned. "I can't believe you just did that!"

"Honestly? Neither can I!" She paused sheepishly. "But it was kind of fun…"

Gibbs chuckled and left it at that. Abby was definitely more amusing outside of work than she was in the lab…

"Let's go and find Ducky!"

"Okay Abbs, but-"

He was too late to make a comment. She was already heading to the living room. He sighed and followed her.

"So can we please Ducky? Please?" Abby was literally begging him. Ducky was sat on his couch, and she knelt at his side, on her knees.

"It's not me you need to be begging my dear- ask your boss…"

Ducky looked at Gibbs and raised his eyebrows as if to say 'What have you done to poor Abby?'

'I didn't do anything…' he mouthed.

Abby looked momentarily puzzled, until she saw her boss standing in the doorway. She grinned. "Hey Gibbs, can we go and look at Christmas lights? Pretty, pretty please?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Okay… Let's go then…"

Abby blinked at him. "Really? That's it- we're just going to go?"

"Well, unless you want to keep begging me… I won't object, either way."

"You know, for some odd reason, I really don't feel like begging unless I really have to…"

Gibbs chuckled. "I suspected as much…" He sighed. "Come on then- we can take my car…"