Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own them.
Later that day, after a doctor and his group of interns had prodded and poked her, Abby was allowed to go home, to Gibbs' place. Tony had the pleasure of making sure she behaved herself, no mean feat when she hadn't had any caffeine since being admitted, and was threatening to do a runner at the first coffee shop they passed. Tony alleviated the situation, slightly, by promising that he would get her a Caff-Pow on the way. She still did a runner.
When Tony had found Abby again they continued out of the hospital. Abby taking with her a large cup of bitter black coffee, just like the type Gibbs drank.
When they got to Gibbs' place they found Kate trying to reason with a traffic warden, just forgetting the reasoning and going straight for the 'I'm-a-fed' argument.
The traffic warden had never heard of NCIS, so she reached for her badge. Unfortunately that revealed her gun, which made the warden panic, which made Tony nervous, the situation was not good for any bystanders.
"Oy, Kate, why'd Gibbs let you have all the fun?" Abby then turned on the warden, a nightmare in black; she was renown through out the local wardens for being argumentative, and right. "And why, may I ask, can she not park outside a privet house in a quiet street, through which the most traffic is when one of the older residents has a heart-attack?"
He didn't know so sloped off towards a van farther down the street.
Leading her way up to the door Abby reached out. Kate was about to point out that the door would be locked, but when Abby twisted the handle it swung open easily. She decided to ignore the questioning looks from Kate and Tony. The explanation would have been simple but then she'd have to explain even more stuff to them. As Fornell had said, that would be against the rules.
At half past ten Gibbs walked in to find that Abby had started to take over; there was a laptop on his dining table. He also found that the camp bed that had been with his boat was now in his living room along with Abby, who had grown bored so she'd had raided the kitchen cupboards and ended up making a sandwich and was now munching her way through a bag of chips. On the TV screen was an old black and white movie, with a scary monster and plenty of screaming women. Abby was so engrossed in it she didn't notice Gibbs at first, when she did though she offered the bag of chips.
"Why has she got no head yet she's still running round and somehow screaming? Or is it pointless to ask?"
"It's pointless to ask. Can I come to work tomorrow? I'm bored brainless here, unless I start on a boat, which wouldn't actually be a bad idea." She did a complicated shuffle and ended up with her head on his shoulder. He reached up and patted her head. "Not until you can tell me how many time you've asked me that."
"Ok, I got here about half two, I called you about once every ten minutes. You stop answering after the fortieth time. So I make it to be forty-two." She did a good imitation of a puppy, her green eyes large and sickly sweet, her lower lip turning itself inside out. Gibbs melted under such an intense attack.
"I have no idea how you got that, but fine. You can come back."