A/N: As I said before, ignore what my profile says about shippings. I know this is following what my profile says- but, as you read, you'll notice that they avoid each other for most of the rest of the fic... Duh!
Gibbs was wandering aimlessly through the office building, unsure of where he had intended to go. Abruptly, he altered his course to the break room. He had decided to go and get himself a coffee, in the hopes of improving his mood. Just because he was temperamental didn't mean he was oblivious to his own feelings.
Faint gunshots echoed through the abnormally silent office building. Gibbs dropped his cup of coffee and tried to determine if the gunshots were above or below him. His first thought was to run upstairs to Tony and Kate, but then he remembered Abby and Ducky. They were several floors down and would be unarmed, unless Abby randomly decided to bring a gun with her. Gibbs definitely wouldn't have put it past her.
After a moment's deliberation, Gibbs rushed down to Abby's lab. Tony and Kate had their own guns, and even if Tony wouldn't think to grab his, Kate would certainly go for hers, and then maybe Tony's. Gibbs reached the floor Abby's lab was on apprehensively, his gun in hand and ready to shoot. The elevator doors opened and he peered out cautiously. There was nothing or no one to be seen. More curious than anything else, Gibbs moved down the hallway.
Abby's blinds in her lab were shut, and, as far as Gibbs could tell, her lights were off. Fearing the worst, he entered her lab. There was no music playing, and her wheelie desk chair was in its proper spot. Everything was where it had been when she left the previous evening, as far as he knew. Perhaps Abby was taking a nap? It would certainly explain the darkness and lack of music. He put his gun back in its holster and began searching her lab.
"Abby?!?" whispered Gibbs, hoping she wouldn't be as irritable as he would be after being awakened from a nap. There was no answer. Gibbs looked around, hoping to see some kind of clue that she was around somewhere. You are a crime scene examiner he told himself harshly. You ought to be able to figure out if she's here!
"ABBY!" he yelled, though he hadn't meant to. He was angry with himself, so, naturally, he took it out on everyone else. How hard could it possibly be to find one napping lab analyst? Even if it was Abby!
Now Gibbs was annoyed with her. How dare she avoid him, or be napping when she'd been at work less than an hour? It was absurd! "Abigail Sciuto!" he yelled, kicking the wall in frustration.
"Please don't call me Abigail!" came the voice of his lab rat, Abby. "And I also would like the wall to stay intact, now that I think about it..." she added as she turned on the light. Gibbs immediately walked over to the blinds and pulled them up.
"Abbs- where have you been?" asked Gibbs as he followed her to her desk chair and sat in the other chair reserved for Pendergast or Jennifer. Gibbs knew the FBI agents were currently on their honeymoon and therefore neither of them would need it.
"Is there a reason you're in my lab?" she replied, trying to change the subject. It didn't work.
"Answer my question, then maybe I'll answer yours," he replied not falling into her trap.
"What was the question?" she asked sheepishly.
"Where were you?" he repeated, not missing a beat.
"Ummmm... I wasn't here..." she responded, avoiding his gaze.
"Ok, Abby, I think I could have figured that much out on my own. But, if you won't answer that question, then..." he paused, trying to make her fidget while he thought of something to threaten her with.
"Then what?" she asked, unimpressed.
He leaned forwards and kissed her softly. He pulled away quickly and his eyes widened in horror. He jumped out of his chair and ran out the door in shock. Abby sat dazed in her computer chair, contemplating what had happened.
"Did he just..." she pointed to the chair he had been sitting in. "And then... and now..." her voice trailed off as she pointed to the door, slightly amused, but more bewildered than anything.
McGee walked past her window, and then came in her lab. Abby got up quickly to find her boss.
"Hey McGee- I'll be back soon," she greeted him hurriedly as she burst out the door.
McGee followed her.
"Gibbs!" she called down the hall as she heard the elevator door close.
"Abby? What on earth are you chasing Gibbs for?" McGee asked her curiously.
"I- er- nothing..." she answered hesitantly. He gave her look, letting her know that she wasn't fooling him for a minute. "Look, I'll explain later, okay? Just- please- stay here..." she gave him her best imitation of a puppy dog.
"Oh, fine," he sighed. "But you'll have a lot of explaining to do when you get back," he warned her feebly.
"Yeah... sure, whatever," she said absently, tearing down the hallway. "Right! That'll happen..." she murmured once he was out of earshot. "What am I supposed to say? Sorry McGee, my boss just kissed me and now I like him better than you?!? Sure..." she muttered as she rushed to the elevator.
