NCIS Fic: Making a Mistake or Two
Title: Making a Mistake or Two
Fandom/Pairing: NCIS...Gibbs/Abby..duh.
Prompt: 4b..mistakes
Rating: G
A/N: This came to me at oh 2:44 am and I went with it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, not real. Unless you live in my head.
"Whatcha thinking about Abbs?"
She jumped from her table and smiled. "Nothin' Gibbs. What's up?"
He handed her a CaffPow. "Thought you could use one."
"Thanks. Been a long day. How did it go?"
Gibbs shrugged. "Gave McGee the slip and Tony had to run him down. He would have caught him but my foot found him first. He confessed later and we got the girl safe and clear."
"Good job Gibbs."
"How about dinner Abbs?"
She felt giddy inside. "Sure. My place or yours?"
"Mine. Six thirty."
She smiled as she dug at her food with her fingers. Abby was sitting against the fridge across from Gibbs. She nudged Gibbs with her bare toes as he tore apart a loaf of French bread. He raised an eyebrow at her. Abby nudged him again and waited.
Gibbs tossed his bread aside and lunged for her feet. Abby squealed as he grabbed her ankles and pulled. He climbed up her body and settled himself against her snugly.
"You made a mess of my kitchen, Abby."
She leaned up to lick a drop of sauce from his neck. "We could have gone upstairs."
"I kinda like you covered in food. You taste delicious covered in sause and chicken."
She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. "You don't think this is a mistake?"
"Only if we stop."
"I guess we'll clean up later."
Fandom/Pairing: NCIS...Gibbs/Abby..duh.
Prompt: 4b..mistakes
Rating: G
A/N: This came to me at oh 2:44 am and I went with it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, not real. Unless you live in my head.
"Whatcha thinking about Abbs?"
She jumped from her table and smiled. "Nothin' Gibbs. What's up?"
He handed her a CaffPow. "Thought you could use one."
"Thanks. Been a long day. How did it go?"
Gibbs shrugged. "Gave McGee the slip and Tony had to run him down. He would have caught him but my foot found him first. He confessed later and we got the girl safe and clear."
"Good job Gibbs."
"How about dinner Abbs?"
She felt giddy inside. "Sure. My place or yours?"
"Mine. Six thirty."
She smiled as she dug at her food with her fingers. Abby was sitting against the fridge across from Gibbs. She nudged Gibbs with her bare toes as he tore apart a loaf of French bread. He raised an eyebrow at her. Abby nudged him again and waited.
Gibbs tossed his bread aside and lunged for her feet. Abby squealed as he grabbed her ankles and pulled. He climbed up her body and settled himself against her snugly.
"You made a mess of my kitchen, Abby."
She leaned up to lick a drop of sauce from his neck. "We could have gone upstairs."
"I kinda like you covered in food. You taste delicious covered in sause and chicken."
She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. "You don't think this is a mistake?"
"Only if we stop."
"I guess we'll clean up later."