Sorry, I know it's been a while, but it's that time of year again: almost exams and all of my teachers realized that they didn't complete a lot of stuff on their syllabi, ergo; they assign it all in the same week. But I'm doing my laundry, and listening to The Dresden Dolls (I highly recommend you look them up—plus Brian Viglione and Amanda Palmer are amazing.) so I have some downtime. Away we go:
Disclaimer: I have yet to see the point in writing this: I obviously wouldn't be here if I owned it.
Gibbs was waiting for the elevator to creep to Abby's lab, it had been a week and a half since he shaved his hideous Mohawk and it was about time for a new dare. He had been thinking about something he could give her for the past few days, and it just dawned on him which would be the most difficult for her to do.
"Hey Jethro!" Abby yelled over her extraordinarily loud music. She wiggled around her machines, occasionally pressing buttons, and he just watched her in awe.
"I know what your new dare is going to be." Abby physically perked up; glad he was continuing their game.
"Oh, and what is that?" She asked giving him a sultry glance, and then strutting up to him to graze her hands along his stomach up to the back of his neck.
"No talking for 3 days, starting now… none." He then handed her a Lisa Frank themed unicorn themed notepad and walked away. She flipped open the first page, and in his handwriting it said 'No talking hot stuff.'
It had been 3 hours, and Abby almost slipped 4 times already. Tony and Ziva came down asking for the DNA analysis results, and twice Ducky came over for conversation. Only 2 more hours, and she could leave work to the quiet loneliness of her home. She turned up her music two times louder and continued working her machines and signing to Bert.
When those hours finally passed, Abby was very ready to go home, and watch a movie. She shut down each and every one of her machines, and kissed them goodbye, and was out the door in a flash. She pulled up to her apartment, and walked inside. She smiled at hers and Gibb's intertwined body silhouette on the wall, and continued to the kitchen to set her keys down.
As soon as Abby got to the kitchen, she almost screamed because Gibbs was already sitting there with a warm cup of coffee.
'Gibbs! You scared the shit out of me!' She signed.
'I had to make sure you, my darling, weren't cheating on our dare. How about I make dinner, and I will play a song that always makes me think of you.'
'Yes, please to both.' Gibbs walked over to her iPod dock, and plugged his iPod in. 'Samson' by Regina Spektor started playing, and Gibbs walked over to her fridge to dig out the groceries he brought earlier. He cooked a simple meal, spaghetti with tomato sauce, but he made it even better than you could imagine it to be.
A song by Johnny Cash then came on, and Gibbs offered his hand to her, whom she gladly took, and they began dancing. He swayed her back and forth and her head rested on his chest sweetly. The songs changed, but they remained together swaying slightly and just enjoying each other's warmth. He kissed her nose when he realized how badly he had to pee, and he walked away.
Abby went over to the couch and curled up with a blanket realizing how cold her feet were. Gibbs came back and sat next to Abby.
'This has been fun Jethro,' she signed
'Yes, I have enjoyed myself quite a bit, I think I will stay here tonight, where are your extra sheets so I can put them on the couch?'
'Dirty. Just sleep with me.'
'Thought you'd never ask.'
'Not what I meant, Gibbs. But if you want, I would be totally up for that.'
'Too soon Abbs.'
'It's been 10 years in the making.'
'Not like this, but I will share with you.'
'Yay! We get to cuddle?'
'Sure.'
And with that Gibbs followed Abby to her room, and as she went to remove her make up in the bathroom, he toed off his shoes and socks, stepped out of his pants and pulled off his shirt. He was already in bed when Abby returned, and she silently joined him at his side and rested her head on his chest. Before either of them realized it, they had both dozed off.
Abby's alarm clock went off and she started getting ready for the day, but she realized even more of how bad Gibbs' dare was. It was the weekend. In horror she trudged downstairs.
'Good Morning lovely." Gibbs signed immediately
'Fuck you Leroy Jethro Gibbs!' She signed angrily.
'What?'
'The weekend… really?' Gibbs just snickered and put the pancakes he was making onto a plate for her.