Sep 30
When you look at my doodles, you don't need to tell me that I've colored outside the lines. You tell me that you love my choice of colors.
Abby smiled as she continued to doodle on the paper before her. She had nothing to do for at least another hour – all her babies were in use and she was waiting for them to finish and give her something. She was content to have a little free time for once.
The elevator pinged and she sat up straight. Why was Gibbs here? Did he know something she didn't? Was one of her babies about to get a match?
But it wasn't Gibbs; it was McGee. She smiled warmly at him and gestured for him to sit next to her.
He sat. She could see confusion in his eyes so she hugged him tight. When she let go, he looked better.
"What?" she demanded.
"You not hugging is as scary as Gibbs without coffee," he told her.
She giggled. "Is that why you're down here? Has someone split our fearless leader's coffee?"
"We're safe," he reassured her. "I need your report on PFC Andrews' belongings."
She closed the folder in front of her and handed it over. He looked shocked. "What?" she repeated.
"You've been doodling on it!" he protested. "I can't exactly hand that in to JAG."
"I've done it before and no one's noticed," she pouted.
"And what happens when I hand Gibbs a file covered in… male genitalia?" he continued. "What if he thinks I drew it?"
"Tell him it was me?" she suggested.
He rolled his eyes. "Abby?"
"What?"
"Could you print me another copy? Please?"
She smiled in delight. "Of course."