A/N: For the 'nonchalant' prompt over on the Gabby forum. Please, don't make me a sad bear and ask who Cary Grant is. :P

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Abby giggled as bourbon sloshed over the edge of her glass. "No way, Gibbs! I refuse to believe it."

He smirked at her through the ribs of his newest boat. "Why is that, Abbs?"

"Nobody makes you do anything that you don't want to do," she declared, reaching for the bottle again.

Gibbs was there in an instant, pulling away the liquor. "You've had enough," he said softly.

She watched as he also removed the chisels from her reach as well. "Right. Me, bourbon and boats don't work as well together," Abby said, coloring at the memory. When he smiled again, she pointed at him. "But see? Things happen the way you want them to happen. I wanted to have more bourbon, and now, I don't. You did that. I don't get it, but you did."

"Your point, Abbs?" he asked.

"Right," she said, her green eyes wide. "How is it that you, the great and powerful Gibbs, never asked any of your ex-wives to marry you and yet, you know, you ended up married to them?"

"Never said I was against the idea," Gibbs murmured. "They suggested it. I agreed."

"Still!" she protested. "It's not what I expected from you, Gibbs. I didn't expect you to be nudged into it." She pantomimed little pushing motions with her hands, nearly falling forward, off the stool.

He caught her, wordlessly supporting her and moving her over to the patched armchair he had in the corner. "And what did you expect, Abbs?" he asked as she curled into the cushions and gave him a grateful smile.

"I dunno. Maybe you being all nonchalant and charming and just asking like you wanted to know the time of day," she mumbled. "Like Cary Grant or something."

Gibbs pulled the military surplus blanket from the back of the chair and draped it over her. "Cary Grant?" he asked, smiling. "Maybe next time, Abbs."

Her drooping eyes opened again. "Next time? You said you were never getting married again, Gibbs. Must be someone special to make you change your mind," she murmured. "That's another thing you don't do if you don't want to. Change your mind."

"She has a way of making me want to," he said, crouching beside her.

She grinned as sleep began to overcome her. "Yeah. So, next time, it's all on you. She's not suggestin' anything."

He kissed her gently as her breathing evened out. "Got it, Abbs."