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He tried to focus on the case without much success. Luckily it was pretty straight forward and by noon they had a suspect in custody. On any other day he would have hated such a case, without much suspense as to who the killer was.
It was the husband of a Navy Captain. He didn't even need a lot of evidence since the man was still at the crime scene when they got there, passed out while hiding under the bed. Ziva had flushed him out, blood all over him and he confessed on the spot. He guessed with the mood Ziva had been in today most people would have confessed to almost anything she asked.
But he didn't worry about Ziva to much, he knew Tony would take care of her, one way or the other. They were like his children, he thought, with never ending drama. Tony and Ziva, well maybe even McGee. But his mind was not on his surrogate kids today but with his favorite forensic lab-rat.
With Caff-Pow in one and his coffee in the other hand he made his way to her lab.
"Hey Gibbs."
She greeted him without turning around.
"Abbs, what have you got?"
"Everything is pretty much airtight. His prints are on the knife and his wife's blood all over his clothes. His tox screen came back. He was seriously drunk, but so was she. That's about it."
"Thanks Abbs"
He put her Caff-Pow on the table in front of her as he stepped in close behind her. He saw her freeze for a second, but before he could think about it she spoke.
"You need anything else?"
"You" He responded without thinking, hearing her breath catch.
"Need you to talk to me Abbs." He clarified wondering about her reaction.
Stepping back he leaned against the table across from her, giving her space. She didn't turn around for a while and so he just looked at her, knowing she needed time.
Most people just saw her as her bubbly and confident self, but he knew her better than that. He knew while she could talk for hours about science her feelings and personal things were not her favorite topics. He smiled at that because he thought they were more alike than most people could imagine.
When she finally spoke it was just one word,
"Tonight"
"Take out, basement, bourbon?" He asked. It wasn't unusual for them to spend time outside of the Navy Yard, mostly when one of them was hurt.
She turned around smiling at him.
"That sounds about right."
With that he got up invading her personal space again to softly kiss her cheek.
"See you later" he said as he left her lab.
Get a grip girl, the thought as he had left. The whole adoption mess left her in a vulnerable state. And his closeness didn't help.
Feelings she thought she had left behind a long time ago came to the surface again. A need for him to be close in a not just-friends kind of way. She had given up the romantic approach years ago and filed away her feelings deep down. She needed him in her life and she knew the only way to have him was being his friend. Nothing had changed that and she really needed to get a grip on how she felt before he realized that something other than her being orphan-Abby was wrong.
She buried herself in work for other teams and by the time she was ready to close up she thought she had her emotions under control. At least enough so he wouldn't catch on, she hoped.