NCIS Fic: Daddy's Girl
Title: Daddy's Girl
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Boxed In
Challenge: Gibbs buys Abby a shirt that says Daddy's Girl.
Disclaimer: Non for profit.
A/N: For my dear jackmaybenimble who is the sweetest. Hopefully it's what you had in mind.
He smiled as he told her to put another Caf*Pow! on his tab. She had done some great work the last hour or so but that wasn't the only reason. He'd caught a glimpse of the shirt Abby had paired with her mini skirt and it triggered a memory. He smiled again and set it aside, he needed to find Tony and Ziva and then he could think about that t-shirt.
By that night between Abby and McGee they were able to find Tony and Ziva and bring them back in with little harm. Although to hear Tony talk his scratch was a serious bullet wound.
Abby kept up a steady stream of chatter as they left the building and went out to the parking lot. She was complaining about his behavior on the phone earlier.
He had found the shirt one Saturday afternoon on a coffee run. His local coffee house was smack in the middle of a craft fair. It was crawling with people and he almost got grumpy until he passed a stand covered in t-shirts, belts and pants. A specific t-shirt in front caught his eye. A black shirt with 'Daddy's Girl' in a gothic print.
The shirt made him smile and brought back a specific memory that made him wish Abby hadn't left town for the weekend. He'd had an idea just how dirty or kinky Abby's interests might have swung, but the moment they were sprung on him he was momentarily shocked.
Gibbs had eagerly forked over the cash for the medium t-shirt and smiled.
Abby stopped in front of him, causing him to pull up fast. She stuck her hands on her hips and glared.
"You haven't been listening to a word I've said Gibbs!" she cried. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You are so pigheaded."
Gibbs smiled. "I was thinking about that shirt."
"What shirt?"
Gibbs touched a finger to her chest right above the word Daddy. "This one."
Abby glanced down before looking back at Gibbs. "You're dirty."
Gibbs laughter boomed across the parking lot. "No you're dirty."
"And you like it."
Gibbs reached around her to open the car door. "Yeah. Seems like I do."
She stuck her tongue out at him before she climbed in the car.
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Boxed In
Challenge: Gibbs buys Abby a shirt that says Daddy's Girl.
Disclaimer: Non for profit.
A/N: For my dear jackmaybenimble who is the sweetest. Hopefully it's what you had in mind.
He smiled as he told her to put another Caf*Pow! on his tab. She had done some great work the last hour or so but that wasn't the only reason. He'd caught a glimpse of the shirt Abby had paired with her mini skirt and it triggered a memory. He smiled again and set it aside, he needed to find Tony and Ziva and then he could think about that t-shirt.
By that night between Abby and McGee they were able to find Tony and Ziva and bring them back in with little harm. Although to hear Tony talk his scratch was a serious bullet wound.
Abby kept up a steady stream of chatter as they left the building and went out to the parking lot. She was complaining about his behavior on the phone earlier.
He had found the shirt one Saturday afternoon on a coffee run. His local coffee house was smack in the middle of a craft fair. It was crawling with people and he almost got grumpy until he passed a stand covered in t-shirts, belts and pants. A specific t-shirt in front caught his eye. A black shirt with 'Daddy's Girl' in a gothic print.
The shirt made him smile and brought back a specific memory that made him wish Abby hadn't left town for the weekend. He'd had an idea just how dirty or kinky Abby's interests might have swung, but the moment they were sprung on him he was momentarily shocked.
Gibbs had eagerly forked over the cash for the medium t-shirt and smiled.
Abby stopped in front of him, causing him to pull up fast. She stuck her hands on her hips and glared.
"You haven't been listening to a word I've said Gibbs!" she cried. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. You are so pigheaded."
Gibbs smiled. "I was thinking about that shirt."
"What shirt?"
Gibbs touched a finger to her chest right above the word Daddy. "This one."
Abby glanced down before looking back at Gibbs. "You're dirty."
Gibbs laughter boomed across the parking lot. "No you're dirty."
"And you like it."
Gibbs reached around her to open the car door. "Yeah. Seems like I do."
She stuck her tongue out at him before she climbed in the car.