Disclaimer: You know the drill
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
An hour passed in near to complete silence; Tony perfecting his paper work avoiding skills, McGee fiddling with some wire, circuit boards and other little fiddly bits, trying to get some sort of reaction from the computer. Gibbs had not only got all his paper work done, but typed up half a page of a report. But he was getting bored, and low on coffee. Leaving the rest of the typing until later Gibbs got up and went for a walk down to Abby's lab. The stairs were nearly deserted as usual; even though it was slow the lift was the transport of choice around the floors of the building.
He could hear her, or her music/noise, before he was even half way down the stairs and it was a new noise by the sounds of it.
When he got closer he could tell it was even being tortured in English, rather some unknown language. He always carried earplugs, just in cause this ever happened. He found that the noise wasn't even coming from the CD player though. It was on the computer.
She jumped when he tapped her shoulder.
'Turn it down', ASL was the only way he would be safe to talk to her without a loudspeaker and amps.
'Why? We've both got earplugs in so what's the matter?' Typical Abby. 'Try because you can hear it all the way upstairs. And because I came to see if wanted to come for a walk.' This caught her attention. So she turned the volume down, and the conversation entered the audible audio frequency.
"Where to?" She knew where, she just wanted to be awkward. And Gibbs knew it. "It's a surprise, you wouldn't want ruin a surprise now would you?"
"Of course not." She took her lab coat off and removed her parasol from its peg. "Anyway I'll probably love it where ever it is we're going. Otherwise you wouldn't be taking me there." He laughed and led the way out of the lab and up the stairs.
In the lobby they met the Director, talking to a group of staff. The moment she saw them walk up the stairs she excused her self. She strolled over and looked the pair up and down.
"Jethro. And you must be Ms. Scuito, nice to met you." She held her hand out for Abby to shake. But the offer remained un-took.
Gibbs glanced between the pair of them and decided that he wouldn't like to see them fight.
"Was there anything you wanted Jen?" he knew she would have to correct him; she was the boss now, not him.
"It's Director, not Jen. That's after work hours." Abby saw the testing of the grounds, not that it was subtle. The bait was too strong to resist.
"Actually, Director, he's mine after work. Nice to met you though. You coming or what?" The sly smirk on her face made Gibbs chuckle, Abby had managed to put Jen in her place nicely. Shame it would probably offend her as well.
"Sorry Director. She does have a point." It only took a couple of good paces to catch up with Abby.
The street was pretty empty, so they walked together chatting about a case, but as they neared the coffee shop Gibbs slowed down and held on to Abby's arm. She knew what was coming; it had only been a matter of time. She'd hoped that the case would delay it, if only till they got home.
"Did you mean it back there?" They had come to a complete halt now.
"Yeah, why not? There's nothing stopping us, is there?" She eyed him. She saw the sparkle in his eyes.
"Just asking. I only wanted to know your opinion."
"That's ok then, isn't it?" As she spoke she slid her hand into his and held it tightly, he was hers now, as she his. Now all they had to do was fool Tony, McGee and Ziva. Ducky would know, he always knew. Even the first time, before Kate's death, he'd know.