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A/N: I updated both my NCIS stories, my veronica mars one however will havta wait a bit… its like almost 11 o clock and I gotta walk though the dark dark creepy not to mention cold alley to post this for you guys…review please. Oh and this story has about three or four more chaps I'd say…my other one has quiet a few left and I'll try to update before next weekend but no promises cause I suck at keeping the little buggers. And for those of you who don't know what unreal tournament is…shame on you first of all, but it's a computer game a like shooting game thingy, really popular, and I love playing it! Just thought you should know cuz I briefly refer to it.
Pretty Girl
Author Makala
Chapter Three; Friends or More?
Falling onto her back she sighed, "That leaves, Gibbs…"
She hadn't thought that bringing all her clothes down to her car would be so hard, but finally she was standing at his front door, the row of bags at her heels. Ringing the door bell with a shaky hand she stepped backwards pushing one of the bags back a bit. Suddenly this whole idea seemed stupid, waiting a few more minutes she turned around and bent over to pick up one of the bags, "He's probably not even home, maybe he's on a date with a smoking red head." She joked with herself, feeling slightly jealous at the idea of Gibbs on a date with another woman.
"A Smoking red head?" Whipping around Abby stumbled over one of the bags and fell clumsily onto the ground, "Gibbs! You scared me!" He held out a hand to her and she cautiously took it, letting him pull up her dead weight, "I-um-didn't mean to interrupt anything, if I did cause I can leave, you know um actually McGee can take a break from Unreal Tournament to help me, so um never mind." She tried to walk away but realized she was still holding his hand, "Ah! Sorry Boss ma-Gibbs." Letting go of his hand she looked up at him sheepishly her face burning from embarrassment, mentally kicking herself for acting like she was.
"Abs! Take a deep breath and tell me again why you're here, I didn't catch a word of that." Smiling to herself she nodded, inhaling and holding her breath wondering if she could just hold it until she fainted, but decided against it, "Me, laundry, no washer, no dryer, and that's about where you come in… can I borrow your washer and dryer?" She held her breath again as Gibbs reached past her and grabbed two bags, his arm brushing hers momentarily, for what seemed like forever she just stood lost in her own world until Gibbs finally came back for the last bag and grabbed her arm gently pulling her inside and closing the door behind them. "Oh, thanks." Abby muttered under her breath, slowly feeling her senses come back.
After almost half an hour she figured out how the washer worked and put a large load, mostly black t-shirts, and the odd pair of jeans, wandering around his house until she finally made her way to the basement where he said he would be. Slowly she walked down the stairs, feeling his eyes follow her every move until she was standing next to him, "So this is 'the' boat?" A question she already had the answer too, Abby cautiously rubbed her hand over the frame of the boat, "It's beautiful…when will it be done?" She looked back at him when he didn't answer, he was looking up at the roof and she assumed he was trying to think of an answer, "Hm, lets see, three ex wife's got it this far, so maybe six or seven more…" He said still looking up at the roof, Abby smiled cockily, wanting badly to say something regarding his comment but decided against it. "So…never?" She questioned, feeling her face getting warm as he brought his stare down to her, a small smile playing at his lips, he opened his mouth to say something but never did.
She had found a certain routine in this, flipping the loads, brining a basket or her clothes down stairs to fold them in Gibb's company, their bantering, casual conversation and random glances at each other. Bringing what was probably her third load down stairs she sat down cross-legged on the floor dumping the clothes on the floor and slowly starting to fold, Gibbs had told her multiple times that the floor wasn't clean but she brushed it off.
He watched her as she folded, noting how she could barley keep her eyes open anymore, sluggishly he wandered towards her and sat down across form her, "Hey Abs?" Opening her eyes wide she looked at him, "Yea?" Unconsciously he picked up one of her shirts and started folding, placing it in the basket with the rest, "How very domestic of you Gibbs." She noted, watching in amusement as he tried to get a crease out of a shirt, finally giving up and throwing back in the pile on the floor, "We cant do this Abs." Gibbs finally stated running a hand over his face, she stopped folding the shirt and held it to her chest, "We cant do what? Laundry? Cause I can go to Tony's or McGee's…" She started placing all the clothes in the basket until he placed a hand on hers, "Not laundry…" Abby sat back and looked at him, trying to study his features but he was unreadable at the moment.
"We cant pretend what happened yesterday didn't happen Abby, we cant just go around acting like nothing is wrong-" Abby interrupted him, "Nothing is wrong Gibbs, I told you how I felt…feel and I don't care, as long as your in my life one way or another I'm cool." She forced a smile, noting the tension between them return, "You're a bad liar Abs." She glared at him for a minute then shifted her gaze back to her clothes, anything so she wouldn't have to look at him, "Then what do you purpose we do?" She questioned barley loud enough for him to hear, and for a second she didn't think he did until he finally cleared his throat, though he didn't say anything, Abby looked at the clock and grunted, "It's getting late, I should leave anyway…can I leave my clothes here and finish tomorrow?" Standing up she reached down to help him up, knowing that the time was just an excuse to get out of an awkward conversation.
"Did you have anything to eat today?" Abby looked at him strangely then shook her head, "Let me make you something." He stated blankly, Abby stifled a laugh "Gibbs it's almost two in the morning." The older man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "So?" A smile played on her lips as she followed him upstairs, and sat at the table, watching him, his back to her as he washed his hands and moved over to the fridge to see what he had.
Three undercooked eggs and a burnt batch of bacon later he looked at her, and tried unsuccessfully to hide his smile that matched hers, "Pizza?" They asked in unison. As he walked past her she grabbed his arm, "Thanks…" She mumbled, letting go and watching him as he walked to the phone, she realized that even though things may not have turned out the way she had hoped they would still be okay it didn't matter if they were friends or more though she was still secretly routing for the second option.
A/N: all I gotta say is review please, I like to know what people have to thin about my work… and the more reviews I get the quicker I shall update.