Situation: Season 7, episode 9: Child's play - Abby's lab
Don't own them, just enjoying their company.
What does Abby mean when she says: "Thought you're gonna give me something hard"? And what does Gibbs think? Just a little Gabby fun. Rated M just to be safe.
He walked into Abby's lab.
What the heck is she doing?
"Hang on a minute Gibbs, 'cause this is important. It's my great aunts Cranberry sauce recipe. I lost it and now I'm trying to duplicate it before Ducky's Thanksgiving dinner. I don't wanne let Ducky's turkey down, you know."
He blinked, arms crossed over his chest, slowly breathed out and waited, but not for long.
She looked up at him.
Are you still thinking about the cranberry sauce?
"Today." with a more forceful tone in his voice.
"What can I do for you, Gibblet? It's kind of a seasonal play and … ".
Gibblet? Don't smile! She'll know what you're thinking...
"... and I'm ready, sir."
Sir? Ready for me, Abbs? In what way ...
"Turn this into pictures", he handed her the device.
Walking over to her computer she said: "thought you're gonna give me something hard".
You what? You want something hard, I'd love to give you something hard. Here, now, you name it. Oh no, get it out of your head Gunny, or you won't be able to walk and she'll know. And she can't know.
He blinked and followed her to her computer, standing so close to her he could feel her lab coat brushing against his legs.
What would she do if I put my arms around her and pulled her close, if I would kiss her spiderweb tattoo, if I would kiss her 'till we're both out of air? What would she do if I gave her something, hard?
He watched her connecting the USB cable to the computer, tried to focus, concentrating hard to keep his distance, physically and mentally.
"So, what are you bringing to Ducky's dinner?"
Damn, Ducky's dinner. I really want to go, to see you, but Thanksgiving? I'm going if you are. Or maybe better not ...
"Not sure I'm going", he said.
"What do you mean you're not going!" Abby panicked.
Wrong answer ...
"Who's gonna carve the turkey? Who's gonna watch the game with me? Who's gonna eat too much pie?" she said forcefully, poking her finger into his stomach when she mentioned the pie.
I guess I am ...
"Abby ...", he muttered, slightly uneasy.
Please, keep touching me.
"The photo's!" again his mind won from his heart and body.
Need to cool down. Work and cool down.
She looked into his eyes, her eyes half shut, as if she was trying to read his mind.
I'm a Marine, I drink coffee, I'm a Marine, I drink coffee …. did it work? You couldn't read my mind? Good, then I'm out of the danger zone ...
She turned and asked "what am I looking for?".
Leaving it up to her to find out what the two pictures meant he headed for the door, tasting the cranberry sauce when he passed it and said "more sugar".
Great sauce, I'm going!