A/N: Okay then... I hope at least some people are surprised in this chapter! LOL, I told more people than I intended. Oh well. Enjoy and review anyways, okay?

Gibbs slept until about nine o'clock the next morning. Once he remembered that Abby had been drunk the night before and would almost definitely have a hangover, he jumped out of bed and got to work. No one could ever accuse Jethro Gibbs of not being able to cure a hangover.

He went to his kitchen and got to work. First he made chamomile tea, which he never really used, but liked the smell of. Next he made dry wheat toast. He set it all on a tray, along with a large glass of water and a bottle of painkillers. The best thing for Abby was going to be waking her up, taking away the pain and then letting her sleep awhile longer. Eventually she would have to wake up and get dressed, but he wasn't going to rush her.

He carried the tray upstairs and knocked softly on the door. "Abbs, can I come in?" He received no reply and opened the door, thinking she must still be asleep.

He set the tray on the bedside table. "Abbs, come on, time to wake up, okay?"

She sighed in her sleep and rolled over to face him.

"Abbs, wake up for ten minutes and then you can go back to sleep, okay?"

She opened her eyes and stared at him. "Gibbs?"

He smiled. "Good morning."

She scrunched up her face. "Where's Ducky?"

"Ducky is at his house."

"I see…" She frowned at him. "So where am I?"

He chuckled. "At my house. How are you feeling?"

"I'm tired, but otherwise I'm good. Or, I think I am. Last night's kind of hazy."

"Well, you were drunk."

"I was not!"

"Yeah, you were."

She frowned, obviously trying to remember what had happened. "Okay, maybe I was…" She gasped and looked up him, her eyes suddenly clear. "I did something really stupid last night, didn't I?"

Uh-oh. What to tell her? On the one hand, it hadn't been her fault, and he didn't think it was stupid. But he knew that if she had been in her right mind it wouldn't have happened. "Define stupid."

"That doesn't sound promising…" She sat up and moaned softly. "What did I do?"

Gibbs couldn't help but think how cute she looked. Her hair was messy and she looked like a sleepy little girl. He wanted to tell her to forget it and go back to sleep, but now that he had woken her up, there was no chance of that happening.

"Abbs, give it a rest. You didn't do anything, okay?"

She glared at him. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs, don't you dare lie to me! I did something and I want to know what the hell it was!"

Gibbs was taken aback. "Do you know how long it's been since anyone used my full name?"

"Don't know, don't care. Tell me, damn it!"

His voice softened. "Abbs, you were drunk. What does it matter?" He indicated the tray on the nightstand and handed her the cup of tea. "Here, it'll help clear your head."

She sighed. "Gibbs, my head is fine. I wasn't drunk last night."

He gave her a worried look.

"Gibbs, I remember, okay? Or, well, I remember some stuff. Bits and pieces are still pretty fuzzy."

"What do you remember?"

She cocked her head. "I remember looking at Christmas lights and we were going to go and look in Mac and Harm's neighbourhood. But we never went…"

"Well, actually, we did Abbs. You just fell asleep before we got there."

She mulled that one over for a minute. "Okay, well, I guess that makes sense, as I had the cool- The craziest dream. See, I was dreaming that you carried me through the snow. Pointless, huh? Anyways, all I remember is that you said you loved me."

He grinned. "I never told you that I loved you."

"Yes you did, I was dreaming and you looked at me and you told me that you-" She frowned. "How do you know what I dreamt?"

He looked sheepish, or as sheepish as Gibbs could ever get.

"I wasn't dreaming was I?"

"Of course you were… Forget it okay?"

"What am I missing Gibbs?" She looked pretty scared, and he had to feel at least a little bit bad for her.

"You're not missing anything!"

"I did something stupid, didn't I?"

He looked at her. "I don't think it was stupid."

"Then why won't you tell me what I did?"

"Abbs, you did it, you tell me."

"Gibbs, I haven't got a clue! Please tell me what I did before I explode."

"You know, I can't believe you actually made me believe that you were drunk."

Abby glared at him. "Don't change the subject. Tell me what the hell I did!"

"What does it matter Abbs? It won't make a difference."

"Like hell it won't! I know I did something, because I remember thinking that I wanted to get a reaction from you. So, are you going to tell me, or should I just leave?"

He raised his eyebrows. "You wanted a reaction, huh?"

She winced; she hadn't intended to tell him that. "Okay, so what if I did?"

"I don't know, you tell me." He leaned closer to her and she could feel his breath on her neck.

She edged away slightly and gave him a look. "Oh God," she realized suddenly. "No, I- I didn't, did I?"

Gibbs grinned. "You didn't what?"

She was suddenly reminded of staring longingly at his mouth and kissing him. "Oh my God, I kissed my boss!" she muttered, utterly horrified. She glared accusingly at him. "You kissed me back, didn't you?"

He chuckled. "You know, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that you were only pretending Abbs."

She frowned "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I'm just glad you remember." He leaned in and looked at her. "I really do love you, you know."

"I love you too." She bit her lip and pulled his head down to hers with a grin. "Okay, so can we stop talking now?"

He grinned and kissed her.