The disclaimer is in chapter one.
Oh and I don't own Panic! At the Disco either.
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United Airlines Flight 128 is now landing.
Gibbs and Abby were sitting in the waiting area of the airport. As the woman over the intercom called out that Greg Sanders' plane was landing, they stood up, looking for a man with a few bags and an evidence box.
It was Abby who first spotted him. A lanky man with sandy brown hair was trying to juggle a suitcase, a carry-on bag, and a big white box labeled 'EVIDENCE'.
"Oh, Gibbs! That must be him. We should go help him," Abby said taking off at a run to help him.
Gibbs sighed and slowly followed her.
"Here, let me help," Abby said, taking the evidence box out of Greg's hands.
"Um, thanks. Are you...?"
"Abby Sciuto. And this is my boss, Gibbs. Just Gibbs. Don't call him anything else. Well, except for maybe 'boss' or 'boss man'," Abby said quickly.
"That's enough, Abby. Special Agent Gibbs."
"Hello, I'm Greg Sanders, CSI Level 1, Las Vegas Crime Lab. It's nice to meet you, sir."
Abby and Greg kept talking on the way out. He was very impressed that a federal agency let Abby dress the way she does. He was jealous. Gibbs ignored them, sipping his coffee.
They got out to the parking lot and half way to the car, Abby said, "Gibbs, give me the keys. I wanna drive. Greg likes 'Panic! at the Disco' too and I brought my CDs so you can sit in the back and we'll keep the music in the front so you don't have to listen."
Gibbs hesitantly took the keys out of is pocket and handed them to Abby. He glared at Greg.
The whole way to the bullpen, Gibbs tried to get Abby and Greg to turn the music down but to no avail. They couldn't hear him, even if they made only the front speakers work.
They went straight to Abby's lab and she started to run some tests while Greg poked around. They were listening to a rock station as loud as it could go when Gibbs came in. He looked pretty mad.
"Abby! Turn it down!"
"Sheesh. Chill, Gibbs, you love this stuff."
"Not today, Abs. Sanders, outside! NOW!"
Greg looked worried. He glanced to Abby. She gave him an expression that read I'm Sorry. Greg walked out of her lab and in to the hall.
"Elevator, now!" Gibbs barked.
Greg got in to the elevator and Gibbs followed. Gibbs pushed the 'down' arrow.
They arrived to the bottom floor and Gibbs grabbed Greg by one elbow and pulled him into autopsy.
Only one light was on in the room. Ducky slowly came out of the shadows and said, "Over here, Mr. Sanders. Come, Come. Sit in the light."
Greg cautiously walked over to an autopsy table and hoisted himself up.
"Mr. Sanders, Abigail is like a daughter to us," Ducky continued.
"And if you do anything to her, Ducky knows how to kill you without any one suspecting any thing. And I can hide a body pretty damn well if I do say so my self," Gibbs spat.
"Um, we're not even going out. We just met. So, if you'll excuse me..." Greg stood up to go back to the lab.
He brushed past Gibbs on his way out.
"Oh, dear. I'd come back Gregory. I'd get on Jethro's good side if you don't want your life to be a living hell," Ducky warned.
"Don't worry. I like Abby. She's a nice girl," he reassured and walked to the elevator.
"Oh, My. Jethro, are you going to be OK?"
"Yeah, Duck, just fine."
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OK there's a little Greg/Abby, but now I'm kind of stuck on where to go. So, if have any ideas on where to go from here, it would be very much appreciated.
