Tech Support

Disclaimer: I don’t own a single thing… unfortunately.

Author’s Note: I know it’s called a MMORPG, but Gibbs doesn’t :)

/edit: damn spelling mistakes...
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The mass spectrometer was happily buzzing away, doing it’s thing. The stereo was thumping with a heavy beat. McGee was oblivious to his surroundings, staring at the screen, headphones on and playing a MM… M…MOR.. some game! Abby was… Where the hell was Abby? Gibbs stood at the door, surveying the lab, but she was nowhere to be seen. He was just about to turn when he smelled it. Gunpowder. And there was only one person who smelled like gunpowder. At the same time he felt a sharp object at his back.

-Hand over the CafPow and nobody gets hurt. – Abby’s voice came a bit deeper and more threatening.

-I don’t have a CafPow, Abby.

As the sharp object at his back fell away he quickly turned, just to have a plastic knife pointed at his nose.

-Gibbs! What do you mean, you don’t have a CafPow?! – Abby squeaked as she started walking forward, plastic knife in hand, making Gibbs back up. – You do not enter the domain of the Queen of Science and not bring offerings! What’s wrong with you? Have you no respect for protocol, sir? – she said, faking a British accent while moving the plastic knife a bit closer to Gibbs’ nose. – Well, Gibbs, I’m sorry, but this sort of disrespect will not be tolerated. I guess I’ll have to kill you… and stop grinning, you smug bastard.

The building around him could have collapsed, but McGee wouldn’t notice a thing as long as his computer and screen were left unharmed. So he didn’t notice the little scene going on between Abby and Gibbs who had just backed up into Abby’s office.

-Alright, Queen of Science, what is my punishment? – Gibbs asked, sincerely amused by Abby’s little stunt. She hadn’t moved the plastic knife away from his nose for a second. For every step she took forward, he took one back, avoiding the pointy little knife. Although she couldn’t really inflict any serious damage, Gibbs chose to play along. For the moment, at least.

-Hmmm… Well… Maybe… Naaah… I am not in a forgiving mood today. For your insolence, you will be put to death.

As she made a mock swing to kill him, Gibbs caught her wrist and twisted it behind her, pulling her flush against him. He pulled her wrist up a bit just for good measure, causing her to drop the knife.

-A little bit pushy today, aren’t we.

It wasn’t a question. More a statement of fact. Her eyes were wide, staring up at him, confused. He looked her over, from right to left, up and down, then licked his lips. She was so close, he could feel how cold she was. Probably visited Ducky before coming to the lab.

-Why is the elf lord here? – he asked, looking at a point a bit over Abby’s head.

- H... His apartment was being fumigated and…

-He slept at your house? – There was a hint of a threatening growl in Gibbs’ voice.

-Well… Umm… y… yes… - she stuttered. This earned her a slight twist of Gibbs’ wrist which resulted in a small wince from her. It didn’t hurt much, but it was an awkward position for her arm. She wasn’t sure if she hated this entirely. Here was Gibbs, very close to her inflicting small amounts of pain upon her, being domineering and jealous. Nope. She didn’t it mind one bit. She was enjoying it even. But he was still intimidating as hell.

-Where did he sleep? – The word was accented by a slight squeeze on her writs.

-On the floor.

-Where?

-In the living room!

-Good. – He relaxed his grip a bit.

-When will his apartment be done?

-Two days.

-He does not sleep in your house again, understood?

-Hey! You can’t tell me who I can and can’t… Ow! – Hell! He was serious. Maybe she should rethink this.

-Understood?

-No! – she said, poking her tongue out at him. Yes, this whole domination thing was a turn-on and yes, she knew Gibbs would never hurt her, but he was pushing it. Nobody told her who she could or could not bring home, for whatever reason she wished. And she was damned if she was going to let Gibbs win.

- Gibbs, Tim has nowhere to sleep and he’s staying with me, I don’t care if you break my arm.

He brought his face close to hers, their lips almost touching and spoke softly:

- Good girl.

He had released her arm, but she hadn’t moved. If it was a contest of will he wanted, she sure as hell wasn’t backing out.

-Damn it, Gibbs. You are not allowed to make decisions for me. I am my own person. I decide who I let crash at my place and where they sleep. You can’t tell me what to do. I’m not your…

-Aren’t you? – He asked, a smirk on his face. He touched her lipstick covered lips with the tip of his finer. –Aren’t you really?

And in a classic David-Caruso-type move, he walked out of her office before she could answer. Walking up to McGee, who was still lost in his game, he slapped him upside the head.

-McGee! This is a place of business. So get to work or I’ll have you on clean-up detail in Bethesda faster than you can say MMPOGR!

-MMORPG, boss.

-Whatever! And you! – he pointed at Abby,- You get me everything on that lacquered lieutenant’s computer. Understood?

-Sir, yes, sir! – Abby yelled, army-style.

As the door of the elevator closed, Abby plopped down on the chair next to McGee.

-What’s up with him, Abbs?

-Control issues, McGee. Just some control issues… - she answered with a grin. If that’s the way he wanted to play, she was ready.
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TBC…