Disclaimer... Not mine. Shows not mine and neither are the characters. the firefly quote (if you can find it) is not mine either
Five minutes of total silence later
This is what going mad feels like. Abby thought to herself as she watched as Gibbs looked at her with his mouth hanging open slightly. His mind was obviously going a mile a minute but Abby was having trouble with the complete lack of a response.
"Gibbs..." Abby began gently before adding, "Jethro?"
"Abbs." Gibbs let out a shaky breath. He lifted his hands, almost as if to sign before giving up, "I... I don't know what to..."
"We used a..."
"I thought you were on..."
"When did this...?"
"By my calculations it would have been the very first time we..."
"Could have been having a lot more fun, yes." Abby said, though she wasn't sure thats what he was going to say, "Before you ask."
"Abby." he said not wanting to hear what was next.
"Before you ask." She said finishing her statement, "I haven't been with anyone else in almost a year. I just wanted to clear the air. I didn't want you to have to ask."
"It was already clear Abbs." Gibbs laughed in spite of himself, "I know how long it's been since you've had a boyfriend. Abby, when you have a boyfriend, believe me when I tell you that when you have a boyfriend I know."
"You know when I have a boyfriend?" Abby looked at him slyly.
"Jesus Abby." He looked at her then, taking a moments to get lost in her clear green eyes, more full of love and compassion than he ever thought possible. "I notice things... I notice you."
"Yes you do." She looked at him with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She watched as he walked over to the couch and sat down.
"I really don't know what to say Abby." He looked at her and she caught his eyes and held it for a moment. He looked away. She watched him as ideas flowed through his head. He couldn't have the conversation that they needed to,
"You need time. I get that." Abby said, forcing a smile onto her face, "You need to think about everything."
"Go work on your boat." She said it quietly as she looked away. She didn't want him to see the tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
"Go work on your boat." Abby looked at him, "I love you. I love you enough to know when you need to go work on your boat. I'm going to bed." She left the room quickly, not wanting him to see her cry.
Later that Night
"Ziva." Tony said in a sing song voice as he watched his partner staring into space, "Ziva?" He leaned towards hers and whispered in her ear.
"I am trying to think, Tony." Ziva answered as she grabbed him by the ear and forced his head down onto the bar.
"I was just going to ask you what you wanted to drink."
"Oh." Ziva let him up.
"Something on your mind, Ziva?"
"Nothing I want to tell you, Tony. Where is McGee."
"McGeek claimed to have a date of some kind." Tony said, "How come Sara never comes out. I mean Grissom I understand but Sara. Sara seems so... normal."
"I am not sure if that is true." Ziva nodded to the bartender who brought over her drink without her having to order it. She and Tony were becoming fixtures at this bar.
"You want a shot?" The Bartender asked as placed Ziva's beer in front of her.
"Yes, and a beer for this one as well." Ziva smiled at the Bartender who blushed slightly before hurrying to get their drinks.
"How come her doesn't ever remember what I drink." Said Tony, annoyed.
"If you have to ask..." Ziva smiled as she took her shot and gave the bartender a large tip.
"How was your day?" Tony asked as they walked to their table.
"Shh. My phone is singing." Ziva picked up her phone and checked the caller ID.
"Ringing Ziva." Tony looked at her and smiled, "It's ringing. Not singing."
"Tony, my phone is playing No scrubs by TLC. Abby programed it and I can't figure out how to change it back. Now I kind of like it... but that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"The point is that my phone is singing and I have to take this call." Ziva stood up and walked out of the bar.
"I'm an idiot Ziva. I'm an idiot and now I'm alone. I blame the hormones." Abby's voice rang out from the other end of the phone.
"Slow down Abby." Ziva said quietly into her phone, trying to to alert Tony to who was on the other end, "What is happening?"
"What is happening is that I'm a moron and he left."
"He what?" Ziva practically screamed into the phone.
"Well strictly speaking I told him to leave but I didn't actually want him to." Abby was crying now and blaming the hormones for it, "I can't believe he didn't follow me."
"Stay where you are. I am on my way."
Meanwhile at Sara and Grissom's House
After dinner, Sara lay on the couch with her head in Grissom's lap. He stoked her hair gently as they worked on a crossword puzzle together. Grissom sighed contently as Sara looked up at him, smiling,
"I love you." Sara sat up quickly and planted a kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. His tongue found hers and she let her hands run up and down his back
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, someone knocked loudly on their front door.
"Ignore it." Grissom said breathlessly between kisses. Sara lay back and pulled Grissom down on top of her,
"That was my plan." She smiled at him as he began to touch her and her pupils dilated with desire. Grissom's cell phone began ringing and the pounding on the front door began again in earnest.
"Maybe you should hold that thought." Grissom looked down at her as she unbuckled his belt.
"I was thinking about holding something else." Sara grinned at him as he reluctantly reached for his phone.
"It's Gibbs." Grissom scowled and looked at his phone as it began to ring again. "What are the chances of him just leaving."
"Today?" asked Sara, knowing why Gibbs was here, "Slim to none."
"Rain check?" Grissom looked at Sara and kissed her once more, "I thought he was acting strangely today.
"Absolutely." They walked to the door hand in hand and answered it. Gibbs stood behind the door. Gibbs hair was as messy as possible for a former Marine with a haircut to go with it.
"I'm supposed to be working on my boat." Gibbs walked in without waiting for an invitation, "Abby told me to go work on my boat. Can you believe that? She tells me that she pregnant and then say that I need to go work on my boat.
"Abby's pregnant?" Grissom asked, trying to follow.
"And you left her?" Sara whacked Gibbs on the back of the head, "Moron."
"She told me to leave."
"She clearly didn't mean it." Sara crossed her arms and looked at Gibbs.
"Sara if she told him to leave then maybe..."
"Gilbert, Are you really trying to tell me that you know what she's thinking?"
"No." Grissom shook his head and lifted his hands in quick defeat.
"I'd like to hear what he thinks." Gibbs crossed his arms and stood in front of Sara.
"I'm not getting in the middle of this." said Grissom.
"You already are." Gibbs said, harshly.
"I'm really not." Grissom said, wondering to himself how he manged to spend a decade at the Las Vegas crime lab without getting this personally involved in anyones life. Though he had to admit that he was please that he had been correct in his assesment of Abby and Gibb's relationship/
"Well that makes two of us." Gibbs sat down heavily and let his head fall into his hands.
"I don't even know where to start." Sara shook her head and took a moment to appreciate just how moronic men could be, when her phone began to ring, "Sidle." She answered, happy to have an excuse to get away from this conversation.
"Sara?" Ziva's voiced boomed through the phone, "Gibbs is an idiot."
"This is true." Sara answered, keeping her eye on Grissom as he poured a drink for himself and Gibbs, "I take it you've talked to Abby."
"I am on my way there now. I had to leave Tony alone in a bar surrounded by graduate students." Ziva said before adding, "Not that I care. I don't care."
"We will get to that later, where are you?"
"On my way to Abby's. She sounds not so good to me and I might have to go kick Gibb's ass."
"Agreed." Sara nodded, "I'll meet you there." She closed her phone and looked at Grissom, "I have to go."
A/N Before you say it, I don't know if I really buy Gibbs leaving either but it came to me so I wrote it. Besides it can't be easy. Up next girl talk and guy talk. We are at Homestretch guys thanks for holding on.