Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or NCIS or their characters.
AN: I am so sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've been suffering from an extreme case of writers block on this story. I really need some ideas other wise this story may be put on hold for awhile.
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"I don't want you to leave," Abby whined.
"I don't want to leave, either," Greg said truthfully.
Greg and Abby walked through the airport. Abby had finished the tests and as Greg and Abby knew before, the results came out exactly the same as they had in Vegas. Now that Gibbs was satisfied, Greg had to go home. Gibbs and Ducky were glad Greg was going home. They didn't like outsiders moving in on their lab tech. Who cares if Abby likes him: if Gibbs and Ducky don't approve, he's out. And, well, Greg was out.
The case had gone cold. The body would be flown back to D.C. for cremation. Evidence would follow only if an ID could be made.
Greg dropped off his bags to be loaded onto the plane and they headed for the gate. They were walking as slow as they possibly could without Greg missing his flight.
"I had fun this week," Greg told Abby, "especially last night." He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.
Abby laughed. "Even the coffin part?"
"Even the coffin part," Greg reassured.
They finally reached the gate and they stopped in front of it. Abby spoke first.
"Okay, so you have my number and my screen name and my e-mail address so we can talk and you remember how to set up the web cam for video conferencing?"
"I'm sure I can figure it out and if I need help, I'll ask our A/V tech. Archie knows everything. And then we can 'talk'", Greg added emphasis to that last word with a wink and a smile.
"No, just talk. Nothing hinky."
"Aw, come on, Abby!"
"No, Greg!"
Greg laughed, "Okay, fine, nothing hinky."
"Good," Abby said, satisfied, "Oh! I don't want you to go!" Abby gave Greg a big bear hug.
Me neither. I'll call you when I land, okay?"
"Yeah."
They kissed and said their goodbyes. Greg got on the plane and put the evidence in the overhead compartment. Greg heard his cell phone rang.
"Sanders."
"When does your plane land?"
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I have been avoiding Nick all day. Just half an hour until shift is over and then I have a day off. Nick has a day off after me so I shouldn't see him for at least two days and I'll have plenty of time to figure out how to fix things between us. God, it's really cold in here. I need my jacket.
Sara walked into the locker room lost in thought. She slipped on her jacket and walked out. Her pager beeped and she looked down. Sara wasn't paying attention and ran straight into the man she had been avoiding.
"Sorry," she mumbled without looking up. She didn't stop to talk; she just kept going.
"Wait, Sar, let's talk," Nick said pleadingly.
Sara stopped in her tracks and turned around. She stayed quiet and walked back into the room.
"Look, everything is all screwed up now. I messed everything up. I should have just told you how I felt in the first place instead of letting Special Agent DiNozzo get to me. How 'bout we go to my place after work and I'll make us something to eat. Don't worry, it'll be edible. My mother made sure that I knew how to cook and do laundry before I left for college."
Sara smiled to herself and looked up at Nick, "Yeah, sure."
"Great! Just leave your car here. We'll take mine."
Sara grinned again and walked out of the locker room.
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"Do we really have to tell him about us?"
"He knows everything so might as well tell him before we get in trouble."
"Fine."
Kate and Tony were on the jet on the way back to D.C. The director pulled a few strings so they could get back ASAP.
"What do you think he'll say? He's got those rules, you know? What if we have to stop working together? Like switch teams with some one else? You don't think he'll do that will you?" he said quickly.
Kate smiled slightly, "Tony, just calm down."
"Sorry, I...just...I'm worried."
Kate sighed, "Me too."
The jet landed and Gibbs and Abby were waiting there for them.
"Ready?" Kate asked.
"Nope."
They looked at each other nervously as they approached Gibbs.
"Kate. DiNozzo."
"Gibbs."
"Boss."
"Whoa!" Abby's intuition kicked in, "There's something hinky going on! And it's not Gibbs' hair!"
The three federal agents looked at the lab tech curiously.
Abby gave Gibbs a look that said 'Duh!'.
Kate knew that Abby was going to call them out on their new relationship, so, before she could, Kate said, "Abby, I need to talk to you, now."
She grabbed the Goth's arm and pulled her away from Gibbs and Tony.
"What's up?" Abby asked her friend.
"What's...hinky?"
"Oh, you know what hinky is! I'll explain it again if I need to..."
Kate cut her off, "No, Abby, I know what it means. Why did you say something was hinky?"
"I know what happened," Abby stated, grinning from ear to ear.
"What? What ever you're thinking, we didn't go that far. We had our own rooms. The whole thing just happened yesterday!"
Abby started laughing and Kate realized that Abby didn't really know anything.
"What happened yesterday, Agent Todd?"
Kate spun around and saw Gibbs right behind her with a questioning look on his face and a terrified Tony behind him.
"Uh, Gibbs, I...um...well..."
"Come on, Kate, spit it out," Gibbs encouraged.
"Kate and I are seeing each other, Boss," Tony spoke for Kate when he realized she wasn't going to say any thing.
Gibbs turned around to look at Tony.
The profiler in Kate kicked in and she tried to read Gibbs.
Gibbs is being...hinky, she thought.
