McGee: What's with the door?
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"You locked your door?" Gibbs only had a few minutes between the madness to comment on Abby's choice of discretion.
"Well yeah. I mean it worked didn't it?"
"Worked at busting up noses."
She sent him a trying smile. "Hey, no one figured out why; so in my book that means it worked. Even if I did feel kinda bad about their noses….not as bad as I would have if I wasn't completing a top secret mission, because collateral damage is to be expected in this line of work…but under any other circumstance I would've felt really bad."
"Next time Abs, try something a little less subtle…."
She shrugged. "Gibbs, this is me you're talking to. I don't know the meaning of the word subtle…"
He agreed. "Good point."
"But wait, next time? So you're telling me there's gonna be a next time? I don't know if I can do it Gibbs, be that secretive again, I mean…I'd do it if I had to. Because it's my duty. But it wouldn't be without protest. Not that I would ever protest you Gibbs. It just wasn't as easy as I thought it would be."
"Being secretive never is Abs."
"Well you sure seem to have it down pretty good." She stopped herself. "Um, that didn't come our right…"
He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Just remember what I said."
"Right," she saluted as he walked away. "Subtle."