Gibbs: You want to threaten someone, you can threaten me. Not the people I work with.
"Thanks."
It was a simple response, but completely heartfelt and Gibbs knew it. He ushered her out of the bull pen after Rivera left and assured her he'd be down later to walk her out. He walked into the lab that evening just as she turned off her music.
"If I knew it took a threat of my life to get you to walk me to my car, I would have arranged something a long time ago…"
He almost smiled. "Not funny."
"No I guess not huh?" She shrugged before packing up a few final things. "You okay?"
Gibbs simply nodded.
"You know, you getting all papa bear earlier…thanks."
"Already said that Abs."
"Right? And like I'm not gonna say it a hundred more times and randomly throughout the next few months…"
He managed a small smile this time. "You're welcome." He intertwined his arm with hers. "Now can we go?"
She couldn't help herself. "But really, you stepping in front of me…ready to go all Chuck Norris on him…it was actually kinda hot."
"You think I look like Chuck Norris?"
Abby stepped into the elevator beside him and sighed. "Never mind."