March 5
"Be good to the people you know. Take care of them and they'll take care of you." - Asa Baber.
Abby Scuito believed in karma.
She treated people how she expected to be treated herself – something her mother had taught that never failed. The relationships she'd developed over the years showed a clear indication how lucky Abby really was.
Gibbs bought her regular Caf-Pows, sometimes with a kiss depending on his mood. Jenny provided the maternal guidance and support the Goth often needed.
Like today.
Curled up in a ball under her desk, Abby tightened her grip around Bert's middle. The selection of cushions around her softened the hard floor, the regular make-shift bed used on occasion by various members of Gibbs' team.
Major Mass Spec beeped at her from across the room but she couldn't move.
"Hey Abby, why isn't there any music-" McGee stopped in the doorway – Abby could just imagine the confused look across his face as he took in her empty lab and the unattended beeping machine. "Abby?" He called, moving towards her office... tripping over the shoes she'd removed earlier.
"Under here." She mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.
"Why are you under your desk?"
Sitting on his hunches, McGee reached out to touch her just as she leant up to pull him down next to her. "My stomach hurts. I didn't want to tell anyone because they'll worry and it's nothing major. Mommy would send me home and Daddy would bring me a de-caf Caf Pow or soup or something, then send me home. Tony would try to make a joke and Ziva... I have no idea what Ziva would do actually. I just needed a cuddle with Bert and I'll be okay."
McGee kicked off his shoes, covering the length of her body with his. Wrapping an arm around her, he touched her stomach delicately. "I'll stay." He offered, closing his eyes too.
"Thank you." She whispered, the warmth of his body enough to lull her into a peaceful and relaxing doze.