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Title: You're Not, Are You?
Author: Iby.
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs.
Characters: Gibbs, Abby, McGee and Tony.
Rating: PG.
Genre: Romance/Humour.
Summary: McGee gets a little confused. Hasty accusations follow.
Spoilers: Nope. Mild references to Mind Games.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, which makes me sad.
It had been an awful day. Gibbs was still tense and grumpy, despite the fact that Boone was never going to see the light of day again. The copy-cat lawyer had been apprehended (that is, kicked swiftly into submission/unconsciousness by Agent Cassidy) and the team hadn’t suffered any further hits. Looking at Kate’s desk out of the corner of his eye, McGee doubted they could have taken them at the moment anyway. Deciding that he needed to focus, he shook his head. Sadly pushing Kate to a corner of his mind where he could keep her safe but not distractingly present, he turned his attention to the report he had to write about the dumping ground and how he and Abby had found it.
Abby.
McGee had a feeling there was something he was forgetting. Something she had said that he’d filed away to the back of his mind with a dozen exclamation marks and a skull and cross bones symbol to warn of hazardous material, only to be opened as soon as his job wasn’t on the line.
He sprung up, his chair flying backwards into the office partition from the force.
“You and Abby are having twins!?”
***
Everybody in the squad room stopped moving. There was silence, as deathly still agents used only their eyes to scan for which exit they could make a run for most discreetly. Turning heads was too risky this early in the game.
Gibbs, for once in his life, was too stunned to even think.
McGee advanced on him as he sat in his chair, fingers spread across the keyboard, frozen.
“Y-y-you!” he spluttered. “You! You with your silver hair and your Caf-Pows! You and Abby are having babies?”
Gibbs, literally shaking himself into coherent thought, opened his mouth to speak, but found he hadn’t progressed quite as far as he’d hoped.
He waited a minute before trying again. His voice, he noticed, much to his chagrin, was rather hoarse and certainly higher than he remembered it. Still, it was better that than nothing at all. “Special Agent McGee. Abby and I are not, and let me stress this, not, having twins. What the hell is wrong with you?”
Tony, who until this point had been statuesque like his colleagues, decided that all past altercations with the Probie needed to be put aside for the good of the Agency, not to mention McGee’s continued existence. Jumping up from his seat, he put his arm on McGee’s shoulder and led the younger agent back to his seat. “See, the thing is Boss; McGee was ignoring Abby before. So, she said she was pregnant and that you were the father, because she found your silver hair sexy.”
Realizing that his explanation was not getting to the point fast enough, he hurried on. “Basically, she said it to shock McGee into listening to her. That’s all there is to it. McGee was just too out of it at the time to notice and he got his wires crossed. Didn’t you Probie?”
McGee, realizing that he may have acted a little too hastily, started to stutter. “See, the thing is, Boss. Well…I…just, she sounded so serious. I was busy! I was busy locating Boone’s dumping ground! Remember? Boone’s dumping ground? Remember how I found it? I wasn’t paying attention to her and…I guess I just got a bit confused.”
“A bit, McGee?”
McGee flinched. “Won’t happen again, Boss.”
“What, you accusing me of having children with Abby? Well McGee, I can’t tell you how honoured I feel, that you have deigned to allow me that peace of mind.”
McGee sunk down into his chair as far as it would allow him, sliding a good three quarters of his body under the desk.
***
Gibbs ran his fingers over the boat’s skeleton, fingering the grain for any rough edges. Abby sat on the ground, back up against the boat’s stand, holding the sanding block should he need it.
“So, McGee thought I was pregnant. That boy, sometimes I don’t know if he needs a big hug of a swift smack. Although, I suppose you already chose option B.”
Gibbs smiled down at her. “You should have seen him. He was really jealous, Abs.”
“Well, I’m hardly surprised. Who wouldn’t be jealous over a cute little thing like me?”
He chuckled. “True.”
Finding a splintered edge, he reached out to her for her to pass him the sanding block. Instead, he felt warm, soft fingers slide over his palm. She squeezed his hand, indicating that she wanted him to help her up.
Pulling gently, he lifted her up, slipping his arm around her back to take some of her weight, not wanting to put too much strain on one arm. She swung her free arm around his neck, pressing the inside of her elbow against his skin. Upon his release of her other hand, she slid it up his chest to rest just over his collarbone. Anybody would have thought they had just stopped dancing. Of course, anybody who knew them would have laughed at the suggestion.
He looked down at her. “You know, if occurs to me that you have a skeleton on your underwear, Abby.”
She grinned and stepped back to look down at her singlet top and undies as Gibbs' hand slipped from the small of her back to rest loosely on her hip where the two garments met.
“I know, it’s so cool, isn’t it? It has the rib cage and the pelvic bone.”
“Not to mention a bright pink heart.”
Abby smiled. “Right, let’s not forget that. I like how it sits over what’s really underneath.”
“What’s really underneath, eh?”
Abby smirked.
“Well, Abby, as much as I love it, I’m going to be taking it off you in about…oh, five or so seconds. I hope that’s ok.”
He started kissing her neck, tongue darting out to lick along the strands of the spider-web.
“Oh…well, it’s all in the name of sacrifice, Gibbs.”
Chuckling, he slipped his hands underneath the material, hooked his fingers over the hem and proceeded to pull it upwards. He’d just gotten it over her shoulders and was in the process of letting it fall to the ground when something struck him. He paused.
Abby sighed impatiently. “Really? You choose now to stop?”
He looked her right in the eye.
“Abby. You’re not, are you?”