"Doesn't it freak you out?"
"What?" Kate glances up from the report she's reading; Abby is perched on the edge of her desk.
"Gibbs' staring."
"What's he staring at?" Kate glances in Gibbs' direction.
"You!" Abby grins. "Well?"
Kate shakes her head. "He's not staring at me, Abby."
"He is too, Kate. I've been watching. And it's not just today, you know."
Kate smiles. "I think you've been drinking too much Caff-Pow."
"Whatever." Abby hops off the desk. "But just so you know, there is no rule number twelve. He totally made that up."
Kate looks at Gibbs again. He's still looking at her.