I had quite a few reviewers who wanted me to include Abby in the Gibbs family; and this is what my fevered brain came up with…


Tony snuck into Abby's lab, relying on the blaring of Plastic Death to cover the sound of his footsteps.

He get to within six inches of Abby and then reached out and began to tickle her.

"Tony!" She squealed, almost falling off her chair. He caught her halfway, lifting her back onto the stool. Abby spun and punched him on the shoulder. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that! I'm gonna tell Gibbs on you!"

"Hey; I caught you before you fell over, didn't I?" He protested, rubbing his sore arm. "Anyway; I only came down to give you a present."

Abby perked up considerably. "A present? What kind of present? I don't smell Caff Pow."

"That's because it's not a caffeine based present. But I might give it to Ziva, now you've hit me," he suggested, mock annoyed.

"Ziva?" The scientist protested, outraged. "Ziva hits you more than I do! C'mon, Tony; if I say sorry, will you give me it?" She wheedled.

"Well…" Tony pretended to consider. "Only if you give me a hug."

Abby obliged with enthusiasm. "I'm really, really sorry I hit you, Tony."

"And I'm sorry I tickled you. But don't think I can't feel you picking my pockets, Supergoth."

"Hey; you said I could have my present if I hugged you; it's not stealing if you were going to give it to me anyway," she replied, unabashed, still searching.

"Well, it won't do you any good, because your present's not in my pocket."

Abby released him immediately. "Then where is it? Gimmie gimmie gimmie!"

"How much Caff Pow have you had today, Abbs?"

"A few." He gave her a disbelieving look. "Ok, more than a few."

"That stuff's not good for you, Abby. You should really try to get back on the decaff wagon."

"Says you, Mr sausage, pepperoni and extra cheese. And I bet you don't try and tell Gibbs off for drinking too much coffee."

"Hey, I may not be as smart as you, but I'm not stupid," he replied. "Ok; you can have your present." He reached up behind him and produced a small box from the hood of his top with a flourish and a small bow. "A voila."

Abby seized it and opened it eagerly. Inside was a small but perfectly fashioned plastic action figure of Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Aww, Tony; how'd you know I was missing the Cap'n?" She asked, throwing her arms back around his neck. "I love it!"

"I saw the gap in your line up of characters; and I have my ways of getting these things." He replied, a touch smugly. "But don't lose the box; there's something else in there."

Immediately, Abby released him again to examine the cardboard. There was a phone number scribbled on the inside.

"What's this?" She asked. "It looks like a Sat phone number."

"That's because it is. If you need to reach Gibbs or me this weekend, that's the number you need to call."

"Why? Where are you going?"

"He's taking me on a sailing trip," Tony admitted shyly. "And some of the time we might be out of cell reception, so…"

"Oh, Tony! This is so great! It's about time Gibbs started doing things with you out of the office too; I've been telling him that for ages."

"He wanted to teach me the ropes before his boat is finished," Tony told her, unable to hide the slight smile on his face. "So I don't capsize her, he says. And it's probably partly a 'thanks for saving my life' present too."

"Gibbs hasn't just been nice to you lately because of you pulling him out of that car, Tony. And that's not the only reason he looked after you while you were sick, either. He really cares about you; he just has trouble showing it."

"I know, Abbs; he told me."

"He told you? Wow, Tony; getting Gibbs to talk about his feelings is like, turning lead into gold. You try and try for centuries and then when you finally figure out how to do it the amount of gold you get is like, half a gram."

"Well, he didn't say, exactly. He just kinda hinted, and then smacked me until I got it. And he told me a lot of stuff about Kelly."

"Wow; Gibbs never talks about her. Did he mention me, at all?"

"Well, yeah, kinda. I asked him if you really were his favourite."

"And what did he say?" She asked eagerly.

Tony looked awkward. "He said…"

Gibbs strode in and dropped an arm around each of their shoulders. "I don't have a favourite," he said, pecking Abby on the cheek and then smacking Tony on the head. "And if I catch you tickling Abby again, you'll get more than a smack."

"Aww, boss," Tony pouted playfully. "Why d'you always kiss Abby and smack me if she's not your favourite?"

"Because, DiNozzo, Abby doesn't say dumb things that deserve her getting smacked on the head," he replied, smilingly. "Be ready tomorrow morning; I'll pick you up at 0700. We need to make the most of the daylight. And wrap up warm; it's going to be cold and I don't want you getting sick again."

"Aww, Gibbs; I love it when you go all Poppa Bear," crooned Abby. "It's so Kintergarten Cop."

Both the men turned to stare incredulously at her, for entirely different reasons.

"Please, Abby; don't tell me you liked that movie," said Tony.

"It's Arnie, Tony; what's not to like?"

"Even the ferret outacted Schwartzenegger in that flick, Abbs!" Tony exclaimed, disbelieving. "It's the second worst movie he ever made; with the exception of Twins, with Danny DeVito…"

"Twins was not a bad movie!" She protested.

Gibbs placed his coffee carefully on the table as they argued and then smacked both on the back of the head simultaneously. They were instantly silenced.

"Hey! No fighting," he ordered.

Abby and Tony met one another's eyes… and identical evil grins broke on their faces.

"Yes, Dad," they chorused.

Both braced themselves for a headsmack; but neither expected the broad smile that appeared on Gibbs' face. He pressed a kiss into the backs of both their heads, picked up his coffee and strode out without another word.

Abby and Tony simply stared at each other in disbelief.

"Invasion of the Body Snatchers," they said together.


That's all folks! Hope you liked it.