Title: Reading Material
Author: Ky (Venom_69)Fandom:
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby Friendship.
Summary: Gawd. She sounded like a wounded animal on crack
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Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state
I found them.
Author’s notes: For rivrstar_aura
*HUGHUGUHUG* hope you like it chickey.
Copyright © to Venom, 2006
his tired eyes with the heel of his hands.
It wasn’t actually helping the headache that was forming –
were his glasses? – but it was making him feel slightly more productive against the pounding behind
It wasn’t that the latest case was particularly hard, no more so than their others, it was just that
he’d run out of coffee over an hour ago and the line in front of him was huge. If he didn’t like their coffee
so much, he’d be almost tempted to go over the road to one of the fifteen Starbucks in the local area.
was going to be here forever.
Well, for as long as it took them to serve six people.
Which was an eternity when
you were suffering from withdrawal.
He let his mind wander as he waited, thinking over the facts and the evidence and
what was in trace and what was still being processed. The plethora of images, files and figures flew through his brain as
the line moved steadily forward.
The annoying shrill of his cell phone interrupted his musings. He snapped the offending
little device open “Gibbs.”
Gawd. She sounded like a wounded animal
on crack. “Abs.”
“Standing in line.”
hate standing in line.”
“What do you want Abs?”
Rule #1 Gibbs?”
He does, but is relatively certain that her rule number one is very different from his rule number
one. Women. “What is it, Abs?” Gibbs shuffles forward as another caffeine addict is giving her hit for the hour.
forget the Caff-Pow!”
He brings her the Caff-Pow that she requested and she let’s out a girly
little squeal when he hands it to her, jumping up and down maniacally while her pig-tails fly around like helicopter blades.
have a gift for you too!”
“The results of the tests you were running on that bullet I gave you?”
hit on that print?”
He has his coffee, does it get better than that at the
She hands him a book, smiling happily like a pleased child trying to gain a parents approval.
book entitled A Hundred And One Uses For A Dead Cat.
“Wow, Abs, I’m…” Horrified? Shocked? Slightly
“You like it?”
“Sure I do.”
“It makes for great
bedtime reading. You have the strangest dreams!”
He couldn’t even imagine.
Actually, he could.
was… concerning. “Thanks.”
“You are most welcome.”
“I should get back to
work.” Before I try and set this book alight.
“Me too. I’m all caffeinated up and ready to
Gibbs left, book in hand, before she could put the stereo on and deafen him more.
As he waited
for the elevator car to arrive, he had the strangest feeling that she’d just played some sort of joke on him.