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Breaking From the Lab: Chapter Four

B.F.L. Chapter One
B.F.L. Chapter Two
B.F.L. Chapter Three
B.F.L. Chapter Four
B.F.L. Chapter Five
B.F.L. Chapter Six

Abby was back sitting in her lab, stomach filled to a happy capacity and thoughts jumbled. She had brought them up again now that sex wasn't the overriding thought but somehow the case had swept that aside. Gibbs had told her the night before that he wasn't one for talking about himself. Maybe this is why his marriages had failed- he refused to talk. She sighed and rested back in her swirly chair, moving the mouse around the screen and working her way through another level on WoW. It wasn't something she normally took part in but she had a running bet with McGee that she could get to a higher level than him in a shorter amount of time than he'd taken. So far it was looking fairly positive.

Then someone drove a sword through her character.

"Dang it," she growled, chewing her bottom lip. She was very distracted by Gibbs' lack of wanting to talk.

Shutting the game off, Abby headed over to the machine that was still whirring and working it's magic. Her fists were planted firmly on her hips as she stared at it, waiting for it to spit back results at her. "Come on, baby, talk to me." She was still staring at it when she heard the doors open with a swish. She didn't look over, she just listened. "Hey Tony, McGee."

"How do you do that, Abby?" Tony sauntered over and stared down at the machine she was glaring at. "Should I give it a good kick?"

Abby threw out a hand, slapping Tony's chest. "Absolutely not. They need love, Tony, they don't need you haphazardly poking at them."

"Kick, not poke," Tony grinned and moved away, hands tucked in his pockets. "So… what is Gibbs like in bed?"

Timothy looked over at his senior agent with wide, "what the hell are you doing" eyes. Tony had said he would do this, Timothy had pleaded with him not to, and when Tony said he wouldn't Timmy had blindly believed him. Tony just gave him a wink.

Abby looked over at Tony, then to a petrified looking Timmy, and back at Tony. "You'd really like to know, wouldn't you? It's too bad I'm not going to tell you."

"Actually, I'd rather know how you are but I don't think Gibbs would be up for answering that." Tony rubbed the back of his head. "I might get another head-slap. I swear one day I'm going to end up with permanent damage."

"One day?" Abby crooked her eyebrows up suggestively and laughed. "Oh!" she spun around excitedly when the machine popped out a few beeps letting her know that something was found. She ran over to it and heard the doors open again. "Gibbs, I have the results on that dirt sample." She snatched the sheet and turned around holding it out towards where she figured he'd be.

Gibbs stood a few feet away with a half smile and a large cup of Caf-Pow. "You think I'll know what that paper is saying?" he asked squinting at it.

"I could get your glasses, boss." Tony piped up from where he stood next to McGee.

Gibbs shot Tony that look; the one that spoke of death. "It's not about the glasses, DiNozzo." He watched Tony back down and Gibbs hid a smile at seeing Tony grin like a young boy who'd gotten out of trouble.

Abby watched patiently, rocking in her large platform shoes. It seemed there would be no time to talk to Gibbs today. This case was getting more and more intense and her lab was starting to fill to capacity. Shoving down the need to actually communicate, Abby pulled the paper back and explained its significance to the men before her, keeping her eyes on it and not the berating looks of Tony or the soft eyes of Gibbs or the pity in Timmy's eyes. For today, she'd have to consume herself in her work.

AFTER HOURS

Abby stood in the lobby of the bullpen, watching Gibbs tuck some papers in a manila folder and stick it in a drawer. He was cleaning up for the day and the others had already vanished. "Jethro," Abby said softly walking over to stand before his desk.

"Hmm?" Gibbs looked up and smiled at her. He stood, shutting the drawer and giving her his full attention.

The Goth girl blushed a little at the thought and looked down at her feet. "Would you like to come back to my place tonight?" she asked hoping he'd actually agree. "You know I have a bed, too. A real one…"

With a long moment of silence, Abby looked up expecting rejection. Gibbs had a huge grin on his face. "Yeah Abbs, we can go to your place. Let me just finish packing up here, alright?"

Abby smiled and nodded. Looking to the side of Gibbs desk she saw Ziva's empty seat and promptly stuck her rear end in the chair, spinning it around a little and checking out the bullpen. Sure she'd been in the section of the building quite a few times but she hadn't really worked in this place. It was like visiting a neighbor while her home resided in the lab. Sometimes she envied the team, the closeness they could share in the field and here together. They came to see her, she knew that, but sometimes she just wanted more interaction than the sporadic visits she found in the lab. It was something she was dealing with and part of what needed to be talked about with Gibbs. She hoped her attraction and attachment to him wasn't because of this driving need for more connection with the team. As far as she could tell her feelings, and his, were real. It was more than her petty work issues but they did go together. Please, let us talk tonight…

"Ready," Gibbs said stuffing his keys into his pants' pockets. He moved over to hold out his elbow for Abby to grab onto so he could walk her out.

Abby smiled and looped her arm with his. They'd already discussed not talking about what was happening, just going with it, but Abby was a needy woman. She'd just have to warm him up first then spring the conversation on him. It needed to happen or she was going to be paying a visit to the insane asylum.

SAME TIME

Ziva stopped on the stairs and stood as quietly as she could. Gibbs was at his desk and Abby was standing a bit off, chewing her lip and looking like she was about to say something. Slowly, Ziva pulled back into the shadows of the upper floor and watched. She knew she shouldn't be doing this but her feminine curiosity did pop up every now and again, normally when others wouldn't know about it.

The interaction between the lab-girl and boss was soft, light and pulled out a side of Gibbs that was definitely tendered only for Abby. Not many got to see this side of Gibbs, and never directed to them, so Ziva was transfixed watching them. It was certainly interesting. It was sweet. It reminded Ziva how much of a girl she could really be.

Watching them walk away, arm in arm, Ziva felt a pang in her chest. She smiled sadly, happy for the two and jealous. Her eyes traversed the bullpen to Tony's desk. He'd left a coffee cup on it. Again. She'd have to go pick it up for him.