Wishes and Kisses
Disclaimers: Well, I do not own them and that is pretty unfair – they again belong to DPB! Why does he always have to own the best shows and the best characters? Could someone explain that to me? His characters are always suffering too much. So I have decided to borrow them for a little while, the length of a story, but I promise to give them back though I really wish I could keep them for myself.
Classification: Abby /Gibbs stuff. Romance.
Rating: K (+13 as always to be on the safe side, isn't it?)
Summary: Christmas time. Abby has a secret wish, something special to her heart; she thinks no-one knows about it, but what if there is someone who would have find out about it? What would happen then? To find out, there is only one way: read.
Author's note: it's just something that popped in my head, while I was thinking of my two favorite people in the world. It's not some big deal, it's just a little fairy tale and a Gibbs and Abby fix. Nothing more. I know some of you would probably have written this differently, but I am who I am and I like the way I write. That's to my circle of friends that supports me all the time, no matter what I do and help me find back the light when I'm in the dark.
Dedication: To my auntie of heart, and friend, Jenni Davis. Because you're always there to listen to my insane babbling about everything and nothing, and because you'd love to see Gibbs and Abby as a couple as much as I do. So this is for you.
Feedbacks: well, I'd love them, of course – who wouldn't? But please, only if you respect my work because it takes a lot of time and energy to get a story together. I love writing; I wouldn't allow anyone to discourage me from doing so, never. I don't have any problems at all with readers who choose not to go for this, but I decidedly do with those who write disrespectful mails just because they didn't get the ending they would have wanted. If you want to tell me what I might have done better within the story I made up, you're always very welcome to let me know. But if your only concern is to rant about it, then please, do it in private, okay? Thank you.
Abby was bored; the case they'd been working was finally solved. They had all been very affected by it. A little girl at lost her mother and had been kidnapped by the grandfather. They thought killing the mother was the best thing they could do for their son because in their eyes, his wife wasn't worthy enough for their son. The team felt even worse because it was Christmas.
What kind of people kills the mother of their grandchild? Abby wondered
Listening absently to her music, she scribbled on a blank sheet:
It's me, Abby, this year; I don't want a lot for Christmas…
Actually I would only ask for one thing—well two in fact… that there would be less murders. – which would give me less of work to do, but that's okay, I would find something to keep me busy anyway, I swear. And second: and this one is kind of selfish I know, but I can't help it. I wish Gibbs would kiss me senseless on the lips. So I guess if you'd ask me what I really want underneath the Christmas tree, my answer would be, Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
It's not the easiest wish to make come true, I know. No one ever said that you could only ask easy wishes to accomplish or did they? That's why you are Santa Claus and we are only ordinary human beings
She had to smile to herself, she suddenly felt so stupid. Writing a letter to Santa Claus—that was really a desperate, silly thing to do, but for some inexplicable reason she was glad she'd done it. Who knows Santa would find her letter maybe?
Abby grabbed the letter as she heard the door of her lab slide open, and there he was the object of her wishes. He stopped right behind her and Abby hastily folded the sheet of paper and shoved it in the pocket of her lab coat.
"Hey, Abbs, not too bored?" he asked handing her beloved Caf-Pow.
Reaching out, Abby took the drink out of his hand, while smiling at him. "A little, but I can live with it. I'm just glad this all case is over, Gibbs, sometimes I just don't get people, you know?" the last part of the sentence ended with a sad note in her voice.
"I know, Abbs, but that's why we're here and we do what we do, to settle some justice in the world, we are the victims' voices…" Gibbs explained as his right hand came to pose in the small of her back, and squeezing slowly.
Gibbs had come down to see Abby for nothing in particular; he just wanted to be in her company. Christmas was supposed to be a joyful time, but for him Christmas wasn't really his favorite time of the year because it reminded him painfully that he was alone when he came home at night or in the very early hours of the day. He missed Shannon and Kelly so much every day of the year, even after all these years, but the feeling was so much more vivid, at this time of the year. His heart ached each time, each year.
When he felt like this, he went down to the lab, without saying a word to his team, and the moment his eyes would catch sight of her, he would feel the pain in his heart ease.
Then Gibbs looked at her in a strange way, something in his eyes had changed, an expression in his eyes she'd never seen before. "What would you think if, an old sealskin like me would offer you to take a coffee out, since there isn't really much to do?"
Abby beamed "The Goth lab tech that I am would love it!" she answered excitedly. "Just let me get my lab coat off and then I'm all yours and you're not old." she winked, at him.
Gibbs shook his head, laughing.
Abby took off her coat, forgetting completely about the letter she'd been writing to Santa for Christmas. And as she put her coat on the hanger, it swirled a little, but it was hard enough to make the letter fall out of the relatively safe place, but as the pocket it was in was on the opposite side of her, she didn't see it fall on the ground.
"Ready?" Gibbs asked, giving her his arm.
Linking hers to him, they were on their way to leave when Ziva entered the lab, and Abby felt her heart sink. "Please tell me nothing bad happened" she asked her colleague with an obvious sad tone in her voice.
Ziva was a little surprised by her question, but then she saw how close she actually was standing to Gibbs and she couldn't help but smile.
There we go again, they don't even see it. They're mad about each other… That's why Ari tried to kill her, to get to him because he saw it too… She thought bitterly. The expression on her face must have changed because she heard Abby ask her: "Ziva, you okay?"
"Huh? Yes, yes, do not worry about me…" she said waving a hand as to say it was nothing.
Gibbs's eyebrows frowned. "Ziva?"
"Gibbs, I'm fine. Really. Now go and make this lady happy with a Caf-Pow." She smiled.
Abby's face was lit up with a grin.
"Thanks, Ziva, but you sure, everything is fine?"
"Yes." She replied, waving them off with her right hand.
Abbs smiled, and she and Gibbs were heading for the elevator.
Ziva was still standing in the lab, watching Gibbs and Abby enter the metallic cage of the elevator, smiling to herself. And for some strange reason, she didn't understand herself; she stayed wondering in Abby's lab without touching anything, then she stood by the hanger when her skilled agent eyes spotted something on the ground behind it.
A piece of paper…
Kneeling down, she grabbed the paper and unfolded cautiously; a smile caught her lips as she read Abby's words to Santa.
Folding it back, Ziva placed the sheet of paper in one of the coat's pockets. Seeing where the paper had fallen onto the ground Ziva deduced that the letter must have been in Abby's lab coat.
I think Abby's wishes will come true or at least one of them. Ziva thought as a wicked twinkle appear in her eyes.
With that in mind, she headed for the elevator. Yup, One of Abbs's wishes would come true, but she would need an accomplice to be able to accomplish her 'good deed'.
She had always suspected there was a deeper bond between Gibbs and Abby than just friendship or a boss/employee relationship; and now her suspicions' had been confirmed.
As she went back to her desk again, Ziva was still wearing a smile on her face; looking mischievously at Tony, she turned her right hand so the back of her hand was now visible to him; she hooked up her index finger as she called "DiNozzo".
Surprised, Tony wondered what his colleague was up to. Getting up from his chair Tony walked over to her.
"You called, Miss?" he asked her, in a very snob tone of voice.
Ziva David suddenly bent over her desk, and grabbed Tony's collar, pulling his head down to hers. Bringing their faces very close to one another, she faint to kiss him, smiling mischievously her lips went very close to his ear.
"You are gonna help me play Santa for Abby."
Tony was surprised at Ziva's words. He pulled back just enough to be able to look into her eyes.
"You heard me, right." She said, winking at him before letting go of his collar. "Now, come with me, and don't you dare spill anything to McGee…" she warned him.
"Ziva, how could I tell anything to probie, you didn't tell me anything yet?"
"Right! Well don't you dare to spill a word to McGee then when you'll know how you're going to help me. Otherwise…"
"I know otherwise you'll kick my six" he said.
"I'll do more than kicking your ass DiNozzo trust me."
Ziva headed for the elevator, and Tony followed her. She pushed the call button as he came to stand beside her. Tony was wondering why Ziva would actually be willing to play Santa Claus. This was definitely not like her at all, so why?
Abby and Gibbs were walking in the streets that surrounded the NCIS building, talking about everything and nothing in particular meanwhile drinking coffee and Caf-Pow, both feeling amazingly peaceful in each other's company.
Lately those kind of 'out slips' were more frequent, but none of them wanted to see anything behind it. Abby didn't want to rush him. And she wasn't really sure Gibbs felt the same way about her, so all she did was enjoy the moments they shared together, like now. Two friends enjoying a drink in each other's company.
Gibbs took a sip of his coffee when Abby stopped walking without a warning. Stopping as well, he looked at her with an expression in his eyes the Goth girl couldn't quite define.
His lab tech, simply smile at him, and said "Thanks, Gibbs."
"For what, Abbs?" he asked confused.
"For this. For being my friend. Thanks for trusting me. Thanks for protecting me." Abby walked back a step, and hugs him, tightly as she was still having her Caf-Pow in one hand.
"Anytime, Abbs," he told her as he hugged her back.
Pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, he smiled "The same goes for you, Abby."
Abby beamed at his reply, and hugged him again.
"Not that I would mind to stay like this in your arms for hours, but sadly murderers or killer don't stop because it's Christmas… we should better go or people are going to babble" Gibbs told her.
Abbs couldn't resist teasing: "So what? I'm not sure I would really mind." She smiled wickedly.
"Oh Gibbs, you're no fun," she sighed, disentangling herself from the safety of his arms.
"Mistletoe? You wanna hang mistletoe in Abby's lab? Have you fallen on your head or something Special Agent, David? "
"So why would you do it then?"
"Because what? Ziva."
Ziva turned her head and looked at him a few seconds, still walking toward to the exit of the building. "Why do you always have to ask questions?"
"Well in case you didn't notice, I am a Special Agent and investigating is precisely what I do for a living" Tony told her with a smirk on his lips."
"Well, Mister Special Agent Investigator if you are so good at investigating… why don't you tell me why we need mistletoe?"
Tony was at a loss at first, but then, a light appeared in his eyes and as Ziva looked at him she could tell that the pieces of the puzzle in his mind were starting to be set into the right places.
"Ah ha! You want us to kiss!" he told her proudly as he was sure he had found the answer.
"Don't be stupid Tony, why would I want to kiss you."
At her words Tony pretended to be hurt, but Ziva David knew better. "So Mister, you coming or not?"
"On one condition. You are gonna tell me for who it is."
"DiNozzo have you even been listening to a word I said? I've already told you for who it was!"
"For Abby, yeah, but I don't get it. Why would you play Santa for her? And who do you want her to kiss?" he asked confused.
Ziva smiled and said, "If you are asking then you're definitely not a good investigator Tony. And to answer your other question, hasn't Abby suffered enough on the previous cases? When we all thought you were dead, as we saw your car explode, she was completely heart-broken, we all were, but you know how emotional Abby can be. And when I was in the lab earlier I found…" her voice trailed off, cursing herself for almost letting it slip again, that she had found Abby's secret.
Unfortunately it was too late, Tony had picked it up. Looking at his colleague questioningly, he asked: "You found what?"
"Drop it, Tony." Ziva started.
"Okay then, but only for now."
She turned around, ready to answer something, but instead, she smirked and took hold of his tie and dragged him with her as she head toward the exit.
"But… Ziva, we can't leave."
"Sure we can and McGee's still here."
Ziva turned once more and grabbed his tie "Tony, just shut up, and follow me."
Tony didn't say one more word and just followed Ziva who was still holding him by the tie.