Je ne NCIS propre! Maintenant, laissez-moi tranquille!
(I don't own NCIS! Now leave me alone!)
Happy/Merry Easter! West Virginia lost! Very depressing for me, even though I hate watching sports. I just liked the fact we made it to the Final Four for the first time in fifty-one years. I hate to admit it, but congrats Duke. I'm not really that sore of a loser, I'm just… I don't know… more expectant of us (WV). Anyways, congrats, once again!
Now, back on the Easter subject, I got this when me and my big sister were coloring eggs like five-year-olds. Look at al the pretty colored liquids... now look at my pretty colored fingernails… Have a good Easter! Eat ham, retain water, stuff yourselves silly with whatever other foods you eat, and enjoy the gifts from the strange colored-egg laying bunny! And before you say anything, this is a bit AU-ish.
Coloring eggs… not really something Leroy Jethro Gibbs planned spending his Easters ever since his Kelly died. He looked over at Abby… his girlfriend, his lover, and maybe… just maybe… his fiancé. Only if his plan worked. He grabbed the invisible colored crayon and quickly wrote something on a fairly large egg. He dumped it in a random cup and waited.
"Jethro?" Abby asked. Gibbs turned his head towards her and listened. "What do you want on your egg? Jethro or Gibbs? Everyone over at NCIS calls you Gibbs, other than Ducky and me." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter." Abby shrugged in return to his blunt answer, then began writing on the egg. He looked over at his egg and stirred it in the cup. He fidgeted with something in his pocket, and Abby sighed, hoping, but knowing it wasn't what she wanted it to be. She quietly sighed and wondered.
She knew he loved her, and she was grateful for that. She would've never thought it would happen, with his strict rule 12, but here they were. She just wanted to know whether or not he would pop the question. They were so right for each other… at least in her mind. To him, she could just be the one-time stand redhead with black… no! How could she even think that? She knew her Jethro would never, ever do that! After everything they've been through… before and after their relationship began… it just wasn't possible.
He saw her looking halfway into space. He knew she was thinking. He looked at the clock… 2356 hours. Just a few more minutes… he could wait that long for Abby to possibly be his own. Patience wasn't his virtue, but he'd have to make it be for the next four minutes. Occupy your time. He thought.
He tried small talk, which didn't work. He tried to pretend he wasn't anticipating the moment, and he couldn't do that either. 2358- two minutes. He took the egg out and let it drain off behind the cup.
Waiting… she didn't like the subject too much. She looked at the time- 2359. One more minute until Easter. One more minute until she could kiss her Jethro goodnight, then go straight to sleep. Pre-Easter planning always made her tired, no matter how many Caf-Pows were in her system. Just waiting for the last egg to be finished…
One minute until Easter. Gibbs looked at Abby. She was tired. She was still thinking. He grabbed her hand. "Abs, you're tired. Go ahead and go to bed." Abby slowly shook her head. "We would have to get up in six hours. There's no need. I don't want to miss our baskets, anyways." Gibbs nodded. It was working. "You want your egg?" She shrugged. "Sure, I guess. If it's ready." The side of his mouth twitched. He had to hide his smirk for now. He grabbed the egg behind the cup. "Close your eyes." He requested. Abby groaned, but obeyed. She closed her eyes, then Gibbs opened her hand and placed the egg in it. She opened her eyes, and saw it.
The dark blue egg had white writing. 'I Love You,' on one side, and an arrow indicated for her to turn it around. 'Will You Marry Me?' On the other side. She grinned. Gibbs took the ring out of his pocket and asked for himself. "Will you?" he stared up at Abigail Scuito. "Yes." Answered Future Abigail Gibbs.