A Cat in the Lap is Worth Two in the Lab by rebecca & skripka
Title: A Cat in the Lap is Worth Two in the Lab
Authors: rebecca & skripka
Rating: G
Summary: Tell me I'm seeing things, or is that a cat in your lap?
Notes: We. Um. Did it again. Part of the Abbycat universe. Unbeta'ed. (For those of you keeping score, this takes place several years before Double the Trouble but after the other fics.)
Abby looked at the clock. 6:17. She was done with her stuff for the day, Gibbs had promised her dinner, and of course he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed, drumming her fingers against the tabletop for a moment. "Bored!" she said to no one in particular. Going upstairs and hanging around Gibbs' desk until he was done had promise, but he'd just ignore her if she sat on his desk.
Unless...Abby grinned. "Aha!" She ducked into her office.
A moment later, a sleek black cat came trotting out and headed for the elevators. She slipped on after the mail guy, who was oblivious to her, and slipped off the same way. A little zigzagging, one quick leap and she was in Gibbs' lap, curling around and lying down, kneading his lap contentedly.
Gibbs just sighed. "Hello, kittycat," he said, rubbing her ears. Abby gave him a feline grin and purred.
It was quiet, which was nice. Gibbs' typing was soft and repetitive, and when he paused to think about a phrase or question, he'd rub Abby's ears.
No wonder she was purring and half-napping within five minutes.
Time means a completely different thing to cats, so Abby had no idea how much had passed when the Director came by Gibbs' desk. Abby blinked sleepily up at her astonished face.
"Jethro." Jen's voice had a slight note of disbelief, but that didn't stop Abby from yawning and stretching.
Gibbs' fingers tugged affectionately at Abby's ears. "Yes, Jen?"
"Tell me I'm seeing things, or is that a cat in your lap?"
Gibbs looked down at Abby, who blinked at him. "You're not seeing things," he said. "This is, in fact, a cat in my lap."
"What is it doing in your lap?"
"She," Gibbs said, "is keeping me company while I finish my paperwork." He knuckled Abby's nose and she pushed into it, purring.
Jen glared at Gibbs. "You cannot just have a cat in your lap at work, Jethro," she said. "There are rules against pets in the building."
Abby's ears went back. Like she was anyone's pet. She sat up, the tip of her tail lashing.
Gibbs moved his eyebrow up. "I wouldn't exactly call her a pet; she's more a force of nature." Abby licked her paw and smugly began washing her face.
Jen's voice was exasperated. "I don't care what you call her; she shouldn't be here. This is a Federal office building, and last I heard, only service animals were allowed inside."
"How do you know she's not a service animal?"
Jen rolled her eyes. "Come on, Jethro. A seeing-eye cat, I might be able to buy, but you admitting you needed one?"
Gibbs chuckled and smiled down at Abby, who was still in the middle of her toilette, but she paused and tilted her head at him. "You may have a point, Jen."
"She is striking," Jen admitted, holding out her fingers. "She still shouldn't be here."
Abby considered before leaping gracefully onto Gibbs' desk and butting her head against Jen's fingers, receiving a gentle scratch under the chin and behind her ears. Abby purred, making Jen chuckle. "All right, you charmer," she said. "Jethro, finish your reports and take her home. I won't report this. But I don't want to see her around here again."
"I'll do my best," Gibbs said, rubbing the base of Abby's tail. "But I can't promise anything. This cat has a mind and a will of her own."
"That's what they all say," Jen said. "She's just a cat."
Abby sniffed indignantly and her nose went up. She turned away from Jen, sitting and facing Gibbs pointedly.
"I'd almost believe she could understand me," Jen said, amused. She ran her nails through Abby's fur. "Have a good night, Jethro." Her heels clicked away.
Gibbs leveled a look at Abby once Jen was out of the room. "You," he said, "are more trouble than you're worth."
Abby purred.
He smiled, almost inadvertently, and got back to typing. Abby weaseled her way under his arm and back onto his lap.
More time passed, but less than before. Abby was still half-asleep when Gibbs scooped her up and gathered up the rest of his stuff. Abby made a sleepy sound and let him transfer her to his shoulder after he stood.
She dug her claws into the shoulders of his jacket as they moved to the elevator and went back down to the lab. Once the door opened, Gibbs poured her to the floor. "Time for dinner, Abs. Clothes are not optional."
Abby stretched and yawned once more before trotting into her inner office. She flowed into human form and got dressed, quickly checking her makeup in the glass door.
Gibbs smiled and kissed her forehead as she burrowed under his arm. "Ready?"
"Mmm, yes." Abby purred. "Sorry about the Director."
Gibbs shrugged and steered them towards the garage. "I'll deal. You really shouldn't be changing at work, anyway."
Abby sighed. "I know. But technically, it was after hours." Gibbs chuckled as Abby hit the elevator call button with her knee. "Hey, Gibbs?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we go for seafood?"
Authors: rebecca & skripka
Rating: G
Summary: Tell me I'm seeing things, or is that a cat in your lap?
Notes: We. Um. Did it again. Part of the Abbycat universe. Unbeta'ed. (For those of you keeping score, this takes place several years before Double the Trouble but after the other fics.)
Abby looked at the clock. 6:17. She was done with her stuff for the day, Gibbs had promised her dinner, and of course he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed, drumming her fingers against the tabletop for a moment. "Bored!" she said to no one in particular. Going upstairs and hanging around Gibbs' desk until he was done had promise, but he'd just ignore her if she sat on his desk.
Unless...Abby grinned. "Aha!" She ducked into her office.
A moment later, a sleek black cat came trotting out and headed for the elevators. She slipped on after the mail guy, who was oblivious to her, and slipped off the same way. A little zigzagging, one quick leap and she was in Gibbs' lap, curling around and lying down, kneading his lap contentedly.
Gibbs just sighed. "Hello, kittycat," he said, rubbing her ears. Abby gave him a feline grin and purred.
It was quiet, which was nice. Gibbs' typing was soft and repetitive, and when he paused to think about a phrase or question, he'd rub Abby's ears.
No wonder she was purring and half-napping within five minutes.
Time means a completely different thing to cats, so Abby had no idea how much had passed when the Director came by Gibbs' desk. Abby blinked sleepily up at her astonished face.
"Jethro." Jen's voice had a slight note of disbelief, but that didn't stop Abby from yawning and stretching.
Gibbs' fingers tugged affectionately at Abby's ears. "Yes, Jen?"
"Tell me I'm seeing things, or is that a cat in your lap?"
Gibbs looked down at Abby, who blinked at him. "You're not seeing things," he said. "This is, in fact, a cat in my lap."
"What is it doing in your lap?"
"She," Gibbs said, "is keeping me company while I finish my paperwork." He knuckled Abby's nose and she pushed into it, purring.
Jen glared at Gibbs. "You cannot just have a cat in your lap at work, Jethro," she said. "There are rules against pets in the building."
Abby's ears went back. Like she was anyone's pet. She sat up, the tip of her tail lashing.
Gibbs moved his eyebrow up. "I wouldn't exactly call her a pet; she's more a force of nature." Abby licked her paw and smugly began washing her face.
Jen's voice was exasperated. "I don't care what you call her; she shouldn't be here. This is a Federal office building, and last I heard, only service animals were allowed inside."
"How do you know she's not a service animal?"
Jen rolled her eyes. "Come on, Jethro. A seeing-eye cat, I might be able to buy, but you admitting you needed one?"
Gibbs chuckled and smiled down at Abby, who was still in the middle of her toilette, but she paused and tilted her head at him. "You may have a point, Jen."
"She is striking," Jen admitted, holding out her fingers. "She still shouldn't be here."
Abby considered before leaping gracefully onto Gibbs' desk and butting her head against Jen's fingers, receiving a gentle scratch under the chin and behind her ears. Abby purred, making Jen chuckle. "All right, you charmer," she said. "Jethro, finish your reports and take her home. I won't report this. But I don't want to see her around here again."
"I'll do my best," Gibbs said, rubbing the base of Abby's tail. "But I can't promise anything. This cat has a mind and a will of her own."
"That's what they all say," Jen said. "She's just a cat."
Abby sniffed indignantly and her nose went up. She turned away from Jen, sitting and facing Gibbs pointedly.
"I'd almost believe she could understand me," Jen said, amused. She ran her nails through Abby's fur. "Have a good night, Jethro." Her heels clicked away.
Gibbs leveled a look at Abby once Jen was out of the room. "You," he said, "are more trouble than you're worth."
Abby purred.
He smiled, almost inadvertently, and got back to typing. Abby weaseled her way under his arm and back onto his lap.
More time passed, but less than before. Abby was still half-asleep when Gibbs scooped her up and gathered up the rest of his stuff. Abby made a sleepy sound and let him transfer her to his shoulder after he stood.
She dug her claws into the shoulders of his jacket as they moved to the elevator and went back down to the lab. Once the door opened, Gibbs poured her to the floor. "Time for dinner, Abs. Clothes are not optional."
Abby stretched and yawned once more before trotting into her inner office. She flowed into human form and got dressed, quickly checking her makeup in the glass door.
Gibbs smiled and kissed her forehead as she burrowed under his arm. "Ready?"
"Mmm, yes." Abby purred. "Sorry about the Director."
Gibbs shrugged and steered them towards the garage. "I'll deal. You really shouldn't be changing at work, anyway."
Abby sighed. "I know. But technically, it was after hours." Gibbs chuckled as Abby hit the elevator call button with her knee. "Hey, Gibbs?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we go for seafood?"