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Another Saturday night. Another night to work on the boat.

Gibbs hears cabinets open and close, rattling pots and pans, the faucet turn on and off. He wasn't expecting anyone, but since he leaves his door unlocked, he never knows if someone will stop by.

He puts down his sanding pad and walks upstairs to see who is moving about in the kitchen.

Abby.

"Hey, Gibbs." She says without taking her eyes off the stove.

"Abbs, what are you doing here?"

"What does it look like, Gibbs? I'm making you dinner. This week has been pretty crazy. I'm sure all you've had is coffee. Maybe a bite of Tony's food. That's why I'm here. . . to make sure you eat."

"What's wrong with a can of beans? Beans are good for you." He states as moves to set the table. "What are we having?"

"Gibbs, you really hate surprises don't you?"

"Ya think?"

"Looks like you were sanding." Abby says while making a side dish. "I'll let you know when it's done."

Gibbs needs no other words, he heads back down to the boat.

Abby outdid herself this time. Sirloin with a maple glaze, mashed potatoes with gravy, asparagus with garlic and butter and of course, a beer.

He takes the napkin from his lap to wipe his mouth. "Better than beans, Abbs." He leans back in the chair and exhales.

Abby is already clearing the table.

"Don't worry about it. I'll do them later. You cook, I clean."

"Ohhh! I like side of you, Gibbs, offering to help out. Your secret is safe with me. Imagine what Tony would say if he found out."

"He never will." A smile in the response.

oOo

The basement. So much has happened here. Life celebrated, life lost, life regained, life remembered.

Abby comes down the stairs with a big bowl. "All set now?"

Gibbs looks up from the sanding spot he abandoned earlier. "Uh huh!"

"Before we start, can I ask you something? You may think I'm crazy. I've been thinking about this for a long time. I just need to know."

"You can ask me anything, Abbs." Gibbs has no clue what he might have just gotten himself into.

"With all these boats you build down here, how do you get them out? You don't take them apart because that doesn't make sense. I remember having to destroy one of your boats, and I don't recall any evidence confirming that. You have no bulkhead. The windows are small. You can't carry them upstairs. Getting a crane makes sense but you wouldn't lift the roof off the house. Gibbs, you gotta tell me?"

"You didn't say I had to answer." He presses play. "You're going to like this movie."

Abby gives him a pouty look. A look he seen many times before. He knows he just has to up the Caf-Pows this week. That always works.