"I have a secret."
"You gunna tell it to me?"
"Patience, Gibbs. I'm thinking."
"Thinking of what?"
"Of whether or not I should tell you."
"You don't trust me?"
"You know I do. You're the most trustworthy person I know. Like, ever."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Shh!"
"I'll find out, Abs. Whatever it is."
"Alright, I'll settle for a trade."
"What?"
"You tell me a secret of yours, and I'll tell you mine. Deal?"
"Any secret?"
"Yup."
"A deal it is."
"Spill it, Gibbs. Tell me your dirty, little secrets."
"Once, back in '04, I drank an entire cup of Caf-Pow."
"Well, duh, Gibbs! That whole day you were as high as a balloon filled with eight liters of helium. Definitely the happiest, hyper-est Gibbs I've ever seen. Not to say you're not always happy. It's just that, well, you're usually not. At least, you don't always look happy, even if you are. Well, anyway, I'll never forget that day. It was the first time you ever reached for a hug. Your hugs are the greatest, Gibbs. They really are. I don't think I'd be able to get through some of the stuff that happens at NCIS without them. They're like my lifeline, besides Caf-Pow. Right! Caf-Pow. They really pack a punch, don't they?"
"I don't know how you can drink the stuff."
"I know you know you liked it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have drank it all. Those other times you pretend you hate it and spit it out, it's all pretense. You can't fool me, Gibbs. You love Caf-Pow."
"Think what you like, Abs. Your turn."
"You cheated. I already knew your secret, but you've got balls for admitting you like Caf-Pow; I give you that."
"Out with it."
"My secret is much too secret to say out loud. Come here. Closer."
"Abby. I already know that. I love you, too. More than you know."