Abby: I've never been this scared in my whole life. Except when my stalker ex tried to kill me and when my insane assistant Chip had me at knife point and when McGee's crazy fan put a gun to my head that—
McGee: We got it Abs.

Inspired by Jagfanatic Jane at NFA. :)

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"I'm a firearms expert…I don't see why it's a big deal?" She huffed and quickly folded her arms as she sat down.

Gibbs was pacing back and forth and stopped in front of her. "One word. No."

"Gibbs, you're not my Father. I should've never mentioned it to you in the first place."

He nodded in agreement. "I would've found out."

"Maybe you are my father?" She met his stare. "Look, it would make sense. I mean I could go shooting with you guys, and learn all that tactical stuff. That way if push came to shove I could defend myself."

"That's what you have me for."

She managed a small smile. "That's sweet Gibbs…but you can't be everywhere."

"The hell I can't."

Abby stood up slowly and placed both hands on his shoulders. "Okay, I know this is hard for you. But I really don't think it's a big deal…"

"Oh it is." He interrupted; his decibel suddenly getting louder. "The answer is no and that's final."

Her eyes fell to the ground and she sighed outwardly. "Gibbs…I'm a big girl. You can't take care of me forever you know?" She watched his expression change and for the first time in their relationship had hurt his feelings.

Gibbs turned towards the hallway before she grabbed his arm. "Not that I don't love that you care for me cuz I love it when you get all papa bear and let me spend the night. And make pop corn for me. And threaten boyfriends. And listen to my problems. And race in to save me…" She watched him almost smile. "I guess I didn't realize how sensitive of a topic this was. If you don't want me to have one, that's okay."

He was quiet for a few moments as he contemplated the reasons behind his insistence. "You get a 22 and me and only me, takes you shooting. Clear?"

She stopped herself from jumping up and down in excitement before quickly throwing her arms around him. "Oh Gibbs…thank you."

He eased away from the embrace. "This does not negate you calling me understood?"

She threw up a mock salute. "Understood sir."

Gibbs smiled slowly. "Good."

"Just one question."

He continued smiling. "Just one?"

"Why can't I have a gun like you guys have?"

His smile faded as he turned towards the hallway. "Don't push it."