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Breaking From the Lab: Chapter Three

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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 and Gibbs were down in her lab early the next morning before everyone else. She was turning on her machines and Gibbs was sitting on her rolling chair sipping his coffee. "Abbs," he said when she picked up a Caf-Pow from the lab fridge. "How can you drink that so early?"

The Goth Scientist raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "How can you drink that sludge ever?" she shot back and trounced over, landing a peck of a kiss on Jethro's cheek.

"Mm," he murmured and pulled her onto his lap taking a bigger kiss than she'd offered. Abby laughed against his lips and kissed down his neck, burying her lips into the warmness of his skin. His cologne washed over her senses and she had a sudden thought.

"Oh yeah, I need to change," she said looking down at the clothes she'd worn yesterday. She'd at least showered…and now smelled of Jethro's shampoo and old spice body-wash. Sliding off of Gibbs' lap, Abby headed for the little side closet where she kept extra necessities for occasions just like, well sort of like, this one. Undressing down to panties and a bra, she pulled out a black pleated skirt and deep crimson t-shirt with a black heart with voodoo needles sticking out of it. She stuffed her feet back into the platform boots and turned back around. Gibbs had watched her the whole time, still just sipping at his coffee.

"That tattoo on your back is still one of my favorites," he said with a smile.

"Ooh, well thank you Jethro!" she said walking back over and leaning down to kiss his neck. Just as she pulled up away from him, the lab-to-lab phone rang and Ducky showed up on the screen. Abby turned away to turn on another machine to hide her blush at the near catch-in-smooching-the-boss.

Ducky bulked briefly at seeing Gibbs down there but smiled. "Oh, hello Jethro. I was just going to ask Abby if she'd seen you as of yet. It's very good that I've caught you. Would you mind coming to my lab? I have looked back over my notes and found an obscurity in the blow to the head. This may not be as simple as we thought. I know you were supposed to bring in your suspect today but, you should look at this first."

"I'll be right there, Duck." Gibbs turned to Abby again, giving her an apologetic smile. "Lunch, Abbs?" he asked backing up towards the sliding doors.

She nodded, taking the seat Gibbs had once occupied. "Yeah, my choice?" she asked with an innocent smile.

"'Course," he said and walked out, turning around and heading up the stairs.

Gibbs sat at his desk flipping through the papers of the case and listening to his team chatter, argue and joke around. "Tony, what do you got for me?" he spoke up wanting to get this out of the way before Abby came up for lunch.

Tony's head snapped up and he stood, groping for a paper. "Wha- I um, the girlfriend was home with her ex, or not so ex. I should probably go talk to her and figure out the details on everything, you know, in case her ex had something to do with it." His wide grin cracked over his face and Gibbs shook his head.

Ziva stood up, walking to stand next to Tony and shared the info she had. "So, there is no point in Tony interrogating the wife." She looked at Gibbs and tilted her head to one side. "Uh, Gibbs…you have something black on your collar."

Tony and McGee looked at his shirt and both raised their eyebrows in questioning looks. "Is that…?" Tony didn't seem to want to finish that thought.

The elevator opened and a few seconds later Abby came around the corner of the desks. Gibbs stood up to meet her and lifted his arm just in time for her to take it. Her lips were painted in black lipstick and she gave him a peck on his cheek. "Ready?" she asked tugging him away from the group.

"Find me something to work with when I get back," he said and walked with Abby towards the elevator.

The group gawked after them. "They aren't doing what I, um, think they are….are they?" McGee asked scratching his head and staring at the closed elevator doors.

Tony clapped him on the back making him stumble slightly, "I think they are Probie. And good for him, maybe now Gibbs will be in a better mood."

"Ha, only to Abby as she is the one he is sleeping with," Ziva said sinking back into her seat to find something that would keep Gibbs from being cranky towards her. "Is there a term for him long term anger?" she asked aloud.

Tony cocked an eyebrow at Ziva as he took his seat too. "I would think you would know," he said and ducked as something came flying at him. "Point. Proven."

Timothy laughed and turned his attention to his computer. There had to be something there that would keep him in good graces. He certainly wasn't going to put out.