Not even bothering.
Yay, chapter 17, NOW PLEASE GIVE ME SOME REVIEWS!!
The word had spread somehow that Gibbs had broken his own rule and started going out with Abby. And now he kept getting people randomly wander through and giving him 'thumbs up's and one terrified guy even went as far as to squeak well done at him, before scuttling off to the nearest bathroom. Tony had been sent home for being unable to keep his gob shut.
Abby had fallen asleep before too long, and now Ducky couldn't help but keep glancing over at her. Why hadn't he noticed that she had nicked a bottle of his port from right under his nose? Come to think of it was it even his she'd nicked? Checking the hiding place of the odd bottle he found that both of the current beverages were accounted for. So how had she gotten the bottle in without Gibbs noticing? If fact how had she even dared to drink whilst at work? The anger in the question took Ducky over, he needed answers and he needed them now. He stormed up to the bullpen, and stared Gibbs straight in the face.
"Did you know? Did you know that she'd brought a whole bottle of some sort of drink into this building?"
"No, I didn't but I wouldn't have thought that she'd have done something as stupid as that. At least not until tonight." Ducky saw the concern in his eyes, heard the silent terror in his voice, here was a man that scared the hardest of criminals. And he was silently falling to pieces over his girl, his lab rat, his Abigail Scuito. Then it was obvious, his man was absolutely terrified by her actions. He just didn't know what to do.
Tony was furious that he'd missed the show when McGee told him the next day, although only three people had understood the exchange. Abby had skipped work that morning, on the account that she had a 'heavy metal' headache, or something that resembled one. But she managed to pull herself together enough to make an appearance after lunch. Just. She woke her babies up and started a few things running, and then sat and thought, long and hard, about why she'd drunk the whole bottle of, she couldn't even remember what it was she'd drunk, or for that matter what she'd do with the bottle. Surely if she'd drunk a whole bottle of something she'd be unable to hide the evidence? The bins were empty, but then there would have been emptied last night. But wouldn't the presence of a bottle have raised some interesting questions? So it couldn't have been in the normal trash, so what about the biohazard trash? That was emptied every day, the same as the other stuff. People didn't tend to stick their noses into bags marked biohazard, unless they were looking for something. But the smell of alcohol would have wafted from it.
The whole thing was giving her another headache. One thing was for certain; she had not knowingly drunk the alcohol. That was something to tell Gibbs, but first she had something to do.
A black cloud hung over Gibbs' desk, the computer had decided that today it would go on the blink, his good pen had stopped working and he couldn't talk to Abby without asking her why. So when she stood in front of him she was quick to get to the point; "I didn't drink yesterday. I know I didn't touch a drop. Well apart from that 100 pure alcohol I used to fuel an alcohol burner." Gibbs sat and looked at her for a moment, digesting this garbled mess.
"So if you didn't drink anything yesterday, can you explain why McGee found totally plastered?"
"No but that is why you have such things as 'investigators'. You might have heard of them, along with a thing called 'Closed Circuit Television' or 'CCTV'. It records things, and then you can watch it back at a later date." Tony held his breath as he waited for Gibbs to explode. But he was disappointed when Gibbs just laughed at her.
"So you think that someone slipped you a whole bottle of something?" She nodded vigorously, her hair bobbing up and down. "Ok, how do you think that this slipper of alcoholic beverages did this unspeakable deed?" He was truly intrigued at this theory.
"My Caff-Pow's, I only had two off of you and one from Tony yesterday, that leaves four not from you guys. By the way, hi there newbie." She addressed Ziva without even looking at her.
"You know if I had the cups from yesterday I could prove I'm right." Tony had gotten up and walked across to them, now he stood looking from one to the other.
"You know I wouldn't be surprised at that, after all, who was it that said she had an IQ the size of England?" Tony couldn't resist it; it just had to be said.
"Tony? Have you noticed over the last few days that you keep getting threatened with getting fired? Well this is your official warning."
"From who?"
"Me, pea-brain. Now shut it!"
This caused laughter from the other end of the bullpen, where Ducky and the new Director were stood.
"Now then what is this I hear? Employees of my getting drunk at work?" She had a sly sort of smile.
"I'm sorry Abigail, but I had to tell her. Agency Policy."
"It's ok Ducky, I learnt that the first time round." They both smiled at that memory. "Anyway I didn't drink yesterday. We were about to find out which of the Caff-Pow's I drank yesterday had alcohol in them."
"I'm sorry am I missing something? Or did it sound like she is up to something?"
"Welcome to the D.C. office of the worlds maddest Agency. To be accepted here you must be: smart, funny and pretty as hell," Tony pointed at Abby, "A computer geek," McGee, "A doctor with non-responsive patients," Ducky, "A semi-ex marine on some sort of crazy mission," Gibbs, who quickly head slapped him, "Or totally hot, like me!" McGee tried not to laugh but went a lovely shade of pink doing it, Ducky and Gibbs had more luck, but Abby just gave them disapproving looks.
"Tony don't take any notice of them, they are all just silly little children." Abby took Tony's side, giving him a hug.
"Says you."
"And that is meant to mean what?"
"That you can not possible that the low ground on what is childish and what is not." This caused more sniggering.
"Erm, Ziva? It's 'high ground' not 'low ground'." This earned Tony a look that should have killed him.
"What ever it is she can not take it!"
An: Ok I have halted it there before it gets so long it becomes a story on it's own. Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!!