Tech Support

Disclaimer: Don’t own anything you can recognize. Would like to have Abby’s skills, though.
Author’s note: Hey guys! Another chapter is up. Hope you like. Keep in mind that feedback feeds the soul  Even if you don’t like it, let me know what to fix.
Wood planer: http://www.dargate.com/225_auction/225_pics/80.jpg used to even out wood. Old hand tool. Have one. I figure Gibbs doesn’t use power tools
P.S: Don’t you wish CafPow would really exist?


His finger slide over each of her curves, feeling how smooth she was. Having his hands on her always made him calm. Nobody, not even he knew how he would get her out of his basement, but working on the boat took all his stress out and gave him time to think.
He didn’t really need to think. Causing confusion in others was second nature to him. Although Abby might require a bit more planning. He would just have to test the waters and see. He pushed the planer over the wood. Why was he doing this? Abby deserved better than to be on the receiving end of his mind games. What if she really wanted to be with him? If there was truth behind all that flirting? Nah. Couldn’t be. The planer slid across the wood once more. Thinking ahead wasn’t his strong suit. He would deal with the problems as they came. And not before.
It was hard to believe that the whole finger incident took place just two days ago. Abby paced the lab. She was working on evidence in three cases. It was noon and it seemed nobody from the team was coming to visit. Maybe they don’t have a case. Maybe Gibbs is avoiding her. He may be regretting what happened. Or misinterpreting it. How was he supposed to interpret it? She didn’t know what to think, so what did she expect Gibbs to think? Maybe he’ll never come to her lab again. No, that would be silly. He wasn’t the McGee type, to sit in a corner and brood. Definitely no new case.
-Abigail? – Dr. Mallard’s voice sounded from the screen.
-I’m here, Ducky. Whacha need?
-I have just received a slightly puzzled young man.
- Puzzled, Ducky?
-Oh, I do apologize. That was awfully inappropriate. Agent DiNozzo’s sense of humor must be contagious. It would seem somebody thought it would be a good idea to severe the young man’s limbs off, remove his fingers and toes and then submerge the parts in a vat of wood lacquer. No head, though. Mr. Palmer is on his way up with a skin sample and a finger.
-No problemo, Duck-man. Who’s working the case?
-I am.
It was a whisper, barely audible, but there was no mistaking it. Gibbs was standing right behind her, with his lips close to her ear.
-Ah, Jethro. I won’t be able to tell you any more before we’ve removed this godforsaken substance off of him. I’ve sent a sample up to Abby.
-Thanks, Ducky – he said, reaching out over Abby’s shoulder to turn off the screen.
-Damn it, Gibbs, don’t sneak up on me like that!
-I thought you like it when I sneak up on you.
-Sometimes I do, but not when I haven’t had coffee or breakfast and certainly not when I’m talking to Ducky!
-I don’t think Ducky minds. As for the coffee… - A CafPow was slid into her hands.
-Thank you – she said, not sounding too grateful.
- Is there a problem… Abby?
One finger slid down her cheek. He still hadn’t moved and she wasn’t sure how she felt about being trapped between a rock and a hard place or in this case between Gibbs and her counter. Gibbs = friend. Gibbs = support. Gibbs = protection. Gibbs does not equal serious flirting, butterflies and arousal. Or does he?
Before she had time to consider any of these equations, the elevator door opened and Jimmy walked in, his usual carefree smile plastered all over his face. Before she could turn, Gibbs was leaning against the counter, looking as innocent as a newborn. Or at least as innocent as Gibbs could look.
-Hey, Abby. Heard you were alone up here so I took the chance to come visit y’…– Palmer said, his grin getting even wider and then suddenly disappearing – Errr… Agent Gibbs… Ummm… I didn’t know you were here.
-Obviously not, Palmer. How’s the autopsy going.
Jimmy had never been very comfortable around Gibbs. The man was so scary.
-Umm… We’ll.. we’ll have it done as… as soon as possible… sir?
- Good. You do that. And Abby, I want the name that goes with those body parts down stairs. Also, I want to know if he is navy or not and if not, why the hell he’s wearing a uniform.
- I’m on it, boss-man. – Abby said, saluting, which earned her a small smile from Gibbs.
Making his way to the door, he stopped, midstride as if forgetting something.
Jimmy was standing in the middle of the lab, still blissfully grinning at Abby.
-Mr. Palmer, don’t you have somewhere to be?
-Huh? – the question not quite registering in Jimmy’s brain.
-PALMER! Stop ogling my lab tech and get back to work NOW!
In a matter of microseconds, Jimmy Palmer was running for the elevator and probably his life as well.
-Geez, Gibbs. Cranky much? – Abby asked while scraping the lacquer off the skin sample.
-I just didn’t like the way he was drooling.
-Ooh, Gibbs, never figured you for the jealous type.
He leaned over to whisper in her ear once more.
-Only with you, pretty girl.
He was out the door before she could answer.

TBC, as always.