Abby had been crying since… well since Jimmy last left. He'd said something about Gibbs, and at first she was more angry, but after he left, she realized that she couldn't be angry at him anymore. She couldn't get it out of her head how mean she'd been to him. What a bitch she'd been. He'd never venture down to her lab again. But here he was.
The only man she could ever count on, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He was her great wall in China. Her brick house amidst all the wolves. He'd never let anyone hurt her, not even himself. That must have been why he'd always backed off. She finally stopped sobbing, her tears all cried and gone. She looked up, straight into his beautiful blue eyes, smiling. He brushed her last tear away, smiling back.
"Gibbs."
"Abby."
She blushed, looking away. His hand gently pushed her face back towards his. He brushed her cheek again, unable to keep himself from her soft skin. She'd pulled her pigtails out in her frustration and her hair hung around her shoulders. He ran his fingers through it, sweeping it out of her eyes. He leaned his head down, his lips lingering just above hers.
"Jethro…" She whispered ever so softly, using a name she never used on him.
"Abigail…" He whispered back.
Their lips touched tenderly, her bright red lipstick smudging onto his lips. The kiss was brief, but just long enough. His lips covered hers again, his hand moving shakily to the back of her neck, gripping tightly, never wanting to let her go. Her arms clutched around his back, she dug her fingernails into the edge of his shoulder blades. He winced slightly at the pain, then welcomed it. His tongue swirled around hers as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly, gripping harder, making Gibbs groan, half in pain, half in pleasure. Pulling away gently, Abby batted her eyelashes as Jethro took in a deep, wavering breath.
"You, uh…" Abby said smiling, her finger circling her own lips, pointing out his red lips. Gibbs almost rolled his eyes, as he wiped his blazer sleeve across his mouth, taking away most of the lipstick.
"You got it a little everywhere too, Abs." Gibbs replied, smiling back. She took his sleeve, and wiped her mouth on it, raising her eyebrows. He shrugged, and kissed her again.
Laughing, Abby pulled away, "I'm guessing you came down for results, not to kiss me?"
"Kissing you was a definite bonus, but yeah. What have you got for me, Abs?" He asked in a sarcastic version of his usual tone.
Abby walked through clear doors as sexily as she could, knowing Gibbs was watching her. He fought the urge to slap her cute little ass, trying to focus on the task at hand. She came up to the table, holding up a sheet of paper. He came up right behind her, pressing his body against hers, his hands softly massaging her shoulders.
"I ran the tox screen of Petty Officer McDaniels, and he was drugged. GHB. I almost didn't find it, that damn untraceable stuff. Then," She said, picking up another paper, "I ran the DNA from the cigarette and the DNA Jimmy brought me against each other, and they were a match. It's running through all of our DNA databases now. And lastly, without a another bullet to compare this to, I can't tell you much except it's a .40 caliber revolver hand gun, which could explain the lack of a casing. Just bring me a gun, and I'll get you your match." Abby ended enthusiastically.
"Mmm, good work, Abs. I, uh, have to check up on Tony, Ziva, and McGee, but I'll be back." He pulled away.
"Promise?"
"I promise." He replied, kissing her gently on the cheek before walking out and into the elevator.
She watched him go, sighing happily. She turned around, through the sliding doors, and to her desk to pick up Bert. She squeezed him, and he made his usual, comforting farting noise.
"Bert," She said quietly, "I think I'm in love."