Gibbs: …I will help you with your project here if you want?

Abby: It's a coffin Gibbs, not a boat.

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AN: You all knew it was coming :) Dedicated to KellyRoxton. Gabby Ahead!

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"I'm surprised my face isn't breaking out…"

Gibbs glanced back at her. "From the saw dust?"

"No, from all that stress….gosh, I hate being sneaky."

Gibbs smiled at her. "You love it."

She crossed her arms and stood firm for a few seconds before relenting. "Okay, maybe just a little…" She then leaned over his back to see what he was doing. "Gibbs, you're supposed to be helping me, not doing it all."

"I do. You watch."

"Um, I learn by doing Gibbs…you know that."

"Do you now?" He winked devilishly at her before she grabbed the saw from his hand. "Alright…" he placed his hand over hers and stood close to her side. "Now I marked where you have to cut with a pencil, do you see it?"

"Yup…"

"Okay, now cut like so…" He moved the saw along with her for a few seconds. "How's it feel?"

"Rough."

"Really?"

"Well your hands I mean…cutting the wood is easy. You should really start using lotion Gibbs…I just bought this new bottle of Johnson & Johnson, has baby oil in it and…" She noticed his glare. "Right, keep cutting."

After a few minutes more of instruction Gibbs opted for a break, and not necessarily from the work; but the questions.

"I cant help it Gibbs, I'm a scientist. Scientists ask questions."

"Yeah, I noticed."

She smiled at him and took his cup of ice tea. "Hey, it's your fault I'm even in this position…"

"True…" He conceded.

"Besides…I love spending quality time with you. It's about time I started to do this wood working stuff anyway."

"So should I take up chemistry?"

She swatted at him playfully. "No, but a computer class or two wouldn't hurt…in fact, it would probably benefit all of us."

"Cute." He countered.

She smiled genuinely. "Did it ever occur to you that I enjoy driving you crazy?"

"That thought has crossed my mind, yes."

She moved towards him slowly. "Because the only reason I'm asking questions, is to keep myself distracted long enough to finish a task…"

"Distracted from what?" He grinned at her.

She walked him into a corner. "Oh I don't know…those jeans…that dirty t-shirt…the saw dust layer on your skin…and those hands…"

He was now inches from her face. "Who said the project had to be done so fast anyway. Normal wood working classes could go for months."

She agreed before meeting his lips with a kiss and intertwining her hand with his. "True…but at our next lesson…I'm bringing that lotion…"