Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the characters I borrow to fulfil the need to inflict my sick and twisted imagination on other people - I promise to put them back when I'm done, but I can't be held accountable for any damage they sustain in the meantime...

The Bunnies made me do it.

Sorry for the long delay in updating - I had a good flow going then the Bunnies got scared off by my phone going mad, people actually expecting me to do work while in the office and the masses of homework I wasn't doing for my two courses... then there was the slight fact that my betas didn't tell me what they think of this bit ahem>, so I'm hoping it's up to scratch...

A day or so earlier…

"Aw, c'mon Gibbs… please?" Abby pleaded with the former Marine, putting on her best puppy-dog expression and looking at him under her lashes. "He's been working really, really hard and he's still a bit fragile after what's-her-name in Gitmo gave him the brush off and he kinda thinks you're a bit mad at him about that and you know he still feels really bad about shooting that Marine's ear off, even if he did tell Kate that it wasn't his fault and…" the rush of words trailed off as she finally had to pause to draw breath.

"Abs, I'm not mad at Tony because of Gitmo." Gibbs held out a large container of Caff-Pow for his lab tech, a smile lighting up his face. "I'm mad at him because he's still living at my place."

"Oh." Abby became thoughtful as she reached for the proffered beverage. "Well, in that case…" she pouted as Gibbs drew his hand back, moving the drink out of her reach, "just think of it as respite: Tony gets the weekend off, I get to keep him out of trouble and you get your house back." She bounced on the spot slightly, looking hopeful. "See, it's a win-win situation. Everybody's happy."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at her as he finally allowed pale, slender fingers to relieve him of the Caff-Pow. "Everybody Abs?"

The diminutive Goth paused, both hands wrapped around the oversized container, straw half-way to her mouth "well…" her brow furrowed in concentration and she chewed on her bottom lip. "Yeah…" she replied hesitantly, taking a thoughtful sip of caffeine before nodding confidently "sure they are". She took a long drag on the straw. "What you don't think so?" she queried, frowning slightly, as the older man continued to regard her with piercing blue eyes.

He dropped his gaze to the floor, shaking his head, a slightly bemused smile gracing his features. "Okay. But Abs…" he fixed her with a hard stare, expression serious "make sure no one gets hurt."

TBC (as soon as I get the Bunnies back in check...)