Title: Lipstick
Rating: T for a very minor implication
Spoilers: none
Author's Note: From Chirugal's 2010 Hiatus Week 6 prompt "Lipstick".
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except what I write. NCIS and all its characters, plots, and quotes are all Mr. Bellisario's…I just play with them every now and then.
"Gibbs." He picked up on the first ring – it was a slow week, excruciatingly so, and he found himself wishing for a murder, just so he wouldn't have to explain to the director why he needed a new team member and a really good lawyer for McGee and David. Besides, getting the blood out of the bullpen carpet would be a nightmare.
When he heard Abby's voice on the other end, he shook his head slightly at his team, who were already half out their seats, reaching for their gear. Without saying anything to them – Might as well give them something to talk about, he thought– he hung up and left.
When he got to the lab, Abby's music was at an unbelievable volume. "Abbs?" Nothing. "Abby!" Still no answer. Wincing at the music – well, he couldn't call it noise without fear of retribution – as he passed the speakers, he finally found her in the ballistics room. Perfect.
Practically the second he was through the door, he had her pushed into the far corner. The feel of her lips on his banished the impatience brought on by a week with no case and replaced it with a burning need to be as close to her as possible.
When they both needed air too much to continue, he pulled back ever so slightly and rested his forehead against hers. "Slow day, Abbs?"
"You have no idea. I've recalibrated Major Mass Spec, run maintenance on every computer, cleaned out my work email…" Her voice trailed off as Gibbs ghosted kisses down the side of her face, just in front of her ear.
Her sigh made Gibbs' heart beat just that much faster, and he was about to ask her if she wanted to go home for lunch – with company, of course – when his cell phone vibrated on his hip. "Yeah, Gibbs." He listened for a few seconds then said, "Got it. Meet you in the garage in three."
Abby pulled him in for one last kiss. "Finally got a case?" When he nodded, she started jumping up and down, fists pumping – and almost broke his nose.
"Geez, Abbs," he murmured, signing my girl against her cheek. "Guess you'll be too busy processing evidence to start cleaning the windows." She stuck her tongue out at him as she shooed him out of the room, moving to turn on all her babies in preparation for all the goodies the team was sure to bring her.
When he got to the garage, DiNozzo tossed him the keys but didn't move to get in the car. "What, DiNozzo?"
"Boss, are you wearing…lipstick?"