"Hey, Gibbs," Abby chirped as she flounced down next to him on the couch. Gibbs smiled and threw a leisurely arm over her shoulder.

"How ya feeling?"

He didn't wait for her answer to reach his other arm up and feel her forehead. Frowning, he moved it to her cheek and then the other.

"Did you just take that stuff? I don't think it kicked in, yet."

She bit her lip, before putting on a wide grin and nodding.

"Just now, in the kitchen. Wanted something to wash it down with."

Satisfied, he let his hand drop and turned back to the television.

"Where's DiNozzo?"

"Popcorn," she said simply, "We were hoping that we could put a movie in."

Ruffling her hair, he groaned as he stood.

"That's my cue to leave. There's only so much of DiNozzo's babbling I can handle. Keep out of the alcohol. Stay inside."

And with that, he strode out of the room and down the stairs and into the basement.

"Where'd Gibbs go?" Tony asked, falling unceremoniously onto the couch next to her. Abby raised her eyes and stared at him.

"Out for ice cream, DiNozzo."

"Basement, right. You get snippy when you're sick. No worries, though. This'll cheer you up."

He held out an unopened bottle of bourbon, having snatched it from the kitchen cabinet while in search of popcorn.

"Gibbs says no alcohol. And to stay inside, but that's not important."

"Then Gibbs was not expecting you to be this grouchy. He'll understand."

"This sure is strong stuff," Tony mumbled, passing the bourbon to Abby who giggled and took a long gulp.

"But it was a good idea, I can barely feel the pain in my ass now," she said, wincing as she remembered the ramifications of the address book incident, but knowing it could have been a whole lot worse.

"Pain? I can't feel my ass, period."

Laughing hysterically, Abby rolled towards the edge of the couch and Tony reached out to pull her back before she fell off.

"Maybe we should have dilu-di-dil-diluted! That's the word. Maybe we should have diluted it with something," she slurred.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Like, orange juice or coffee or something?"

"Beer?" Tony suggested.

Her face turned thoughtful, at least as thoughtful as she was capable of being at the moment.

"Never thought of that before," she murmured, "But yeah, that could work."

"We could try it."

"We can't. We're out of Bourbon. Unless you want to go downstairs and borrow some from Gibbs."

They looked at each other for a moment before shaking their heads in unison. That was a stupid idea, drunk or sober.

"Well then what do you want to do?"

Scrunching her nose and tapping her index finger to her chin, Abby thought about that. Looking up in at Tony, a slow grin spread across her face.

"Hey Tony?"

"Yeah, Abbs?"

"Is your gun in your car? I'm thinking target practice."

One part of his brain, the oddly sensible part, somewhat recognized that it was never a good idea to listen to a feverish, untrained, and extremely tipsy civilian asking for firearms. The other half, the half still running on bourbon and boredom, was entirely convinced that this was going to be freakin' awesome, and urged him to hand over the weapon.

Surprise, surprise. The fun part won.

"Alright, let's go."

Abby squealed and hugged him, jumping up and running for the door.

"Wait!"

She turned around and tapped her foot impatiently.

"What was I thinking? You're sick, I can't let you go outside like that."

He turned and opened the closet door, pulling out some old things.

"Come here, you need a coat."

He ignored her crinkled nose and scrunched eyebrows while he maneuvered her arms into the sleeves of Gibbs' coat, and frowned.

Something was missing.

Smiling in realization, he tugged a red woolen hat over her pigtails.

"There."

Abby was unamused, but only rolled her eyes. The sooner she humored him, the sooner they could go outside.

"Thanks, mother. Now can we go?"

"Yeah, go for it."

Shoving the empty bourbon bottle onto the counter, she made her way out the door, stumbling and stopping several times to regain her balance.

There we go! And it didn't even take me a month. I'm so proud.

I will put the Ducky/Jimmy one up, just after I finish everything else. Or before. My attention span isn't that long.