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"So, how did you guys actually meet?" Tony asked Gibbs, as he peered at him through one of the many magnifying glasses in the lab.

Abby chuckled as Gibbs swatted the glass away and looked at her.

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A splash interrupted the peace and quiet Gibbs had been enjoying only seconds before. It'd been months since he'd had the time to go fishing at night; stealthy serial murderers tended to take up a lot of one's time and energy, so it was with a sigh that he sat up in his boat and rummaged around for the torch.

He'd had it on, but partly obscured by his jacket with the beam directed into the boat so as not to scare the fish. Now he'd be lucky to catch anything for the next hour or two.

Another splash sounded through the night air, followed by a gasp and a shriek. After assessing the shriek as one of shock rather than fear, he trailed the beam across the water until he found ripples. Noting their direction, he cast the beam beyond them.

"Anyone out there?"

There was no reply, so he lifted the torch high over his head to extend the light as far as it would go.

What he found was a shock. There was a young woman, treading water next to the pier of the lake. As the light flashed across her face, she put her hand over her eyes to shield them. Gibbs didn't move it away though. She brought her other hand up to wave at him and indicate that she wanted him to move the beam, but she quickly started to sink with no hands to tread water.

"You alright ma'am?"

There was a groan. "Please don't call me ma'am."

Gibbs sat back in the boat and directed the light a little to her left so that he could still see her but not blind her.

The girl twitched her nose. "I fell off the pier."

"Yeah, I kind of assumed that. You alright?"

"I think I hurt my ankle, but I'll be ok. There's no way I can climb up there though." She nodded at the pier, which was a good meter from the water.

"Swim over," Gibbs directed.

The girl however, did nothing of the sort. "See, there's a little problem."

Gibbs sighed. Of course there was a problem. He really didn't need this. He just wanted to sit alone in his boat in the dark. "What sort of problem would that be?"

The girl chuckled. "Well, it's not really a problem for me, but if I swim over there it might be a problem for you."

The pieces fell together. "You were skinny-dipping."

There was another chuckle, this time rather knowingly. "I'm curious about the speed with which you came to that conclusion."

"Well, that's a story for another time, ma'a-"

"Ah!" She rolled her eyes.

Gibbs shrugged. "Well, what's your name?"

"Abby." She was met with silence. "Well, aren't you going to tell me yours?"

"Don't you think, Abby, that this is a strange place for introductions?"

The girl, now identified as Abby, looked around her curiously. "Nope, seems alright to me."

Gibbs felt his eyes roll, and tried to hold them steady. He didn't know where he'd picked that up. "Gibbs. I'm Gibbs."

"Gibbs, eh? Hhhmm, let's see. Josiah Willard Gibbs, creator of the Gibbs phenomenon, Gibbs paradox, Gibbs state. Gibbs was a mathematician and physicist. Don't suppose you're either of those, are you?"

Gibbs laughed loudly. "No, Abby."

"Do you have a funny first name like him?"

"Not quite."

When he didn't elaborate she grew impatient. "Well, what is it?" She smiled at him.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs."

"Three names, nice. I like that. I just got Abby Sciuto. Boring, huh?"

"Short for Abigail?" he asked.

She growled. "Yeah, Leroy."

"Right, Gibbs and Abby it is. You going to swim over?"

She started to do a lazy breaststroke towards the boat, careful to keep her body under the dark water, more for his comfort than hers. Reaching the boat, she curled her fingers over the edge and looked up at him.

"Short for Guy In Back, too. If you're, you know, militarily inclined. Judging by the cut."

"How does a girl like you know military acronyms?"

"I did more with my childhood than play with dolls, you know. So, how do you want to do this?"

"I'll just pull you up."

She smirked. "I think you're forgetting about my whole being naked issue."

Gibbs shrugged at her, and she smiled back at him. He grabbed her arms and pulled her clean out of the water. Averting his gaze once she was high enough to pull herself in, he turned and grabbed his jacket. Not turning around, he passed it to her and waited. Once the crackling noise of water-proof material slipping over skin stopped, he turned around. The jacket was big enough on her that it fell just above her knees.

He watched as she did up the last button, before looking up at him sheepishly.

"I think it's only water-proof on the outside. I'll get you a new one."

Gibbs shook his head. "Don't worry about it. So, how'd you know about Guy In Back?"

"It's not like it's classified knowledge. I'm a forensic scientist. Lots of information stored up here." She tapped her temple.

"Where do you work?"

"I'm not at the moment. I just finished a stint with East coast SWAT teams, but now I'm looking for something new." She nodded at the thermos that was poking out of his backpack. "Would I be pressing my luck if I asked if that was coffee?"

He looked at the thermos, and then back at her. She was shivering. He pulled it out and handed her a cup.

"Hold this steady."

She curled her fingers around the tin mug. He heard her chanting under her breath. "Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee."

He smiled as he poured. "So, you ever heard of NCIS?"

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"At church, Tony." Abby replied. "You know, Gibbs, you never did tell me the skinny-sipping story."