You've Got Mail
Author: VerityFrancesB
Category: Humor, Romance
Rating: PG
Contents: An idea "given" to me by CK. Jibbs of course! A different take on the movie by the same name!
A/N: So, I don't know why or how this always happens to me, but CK mentioned this idea to me (silly me thought that she was just asking my opinion) and when I said it was a good idea she told me I was doing it and then ran away. She then said that since Aly was always doing it, why couldn't she...good point, well made CK.
Anyway, so this was originally CK's idea and she very "graciously" let me do it..
Gibbs sighed. He had no idea how he let Abby talk him into this, but once the pigtailed Goth got an idea in her head, there was no getting away from it. Especially when she gave him her well practiced Kicked Puppy Dog look.
"So what do you want it to say about you?" She asked, spinning around on her chair. Gibbs rubbed a hand over his face, his stubble scratching the palm of his hand slightly.
"I need a shave." He said. Abby stopped spinning and cocked her head to one side, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Ok…not exactly poetic but I can work with it." She turned back to her computer. Gibbs spun her back around.
"No Abs…I need a shave, I need a shower…I seriously need some coffee. I am too tired to do this now." He sighed again. Abby pursed her lips into another well practiced pout.
"Fine…I'll make it up." She turned back to her computer and began typing, saying the words out loud as she did, "Grumpy, caffeine addict…seeks red head…no…thick skinned red head to be 5th wife." She grinned at him over her shoulder. Gibbs pulled her chair away from her desk and stared at the computer.
"Did you really write that?" He asked. Abby giggled from behind him.
"No…but it does sound like you. Seriously Gibbs…come on, what do you want me to say?" Abby was bouncing. How she managed to bounce in her chair, Gibbs never knew, but with Abby, anything was possible. He walked behind her chair and pushed her back towards her computer and kissed her on the cheek.
"Make up what you want…it's not like I am going to be answering any of the those desperate women anyway." Abby grinned at her Boss retreated back to the bullpen. She linked her hands together and stretched out her fingers.
"Right fingers…lets go to work."
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"Special Agent Gibbs!" Gibbs sighed for the third time in as many minutes as he heard Jen's voice calling him from the catwalk. From the tone of her voice, he knew he was in trouble. He wearily climbed the stairs. Passing through to her office, he flung the door open, just to keep up appearances.
"Director Sheppard." He said in a tired voice that wasn't for show. Jen looked up, her glasses perched on the end of her nose.
"Gibbs…Why do you insist on making my life a living hell?" She asked. Gibbs shrugged.
"Cos I'm good at it." He replied, Jen rolled her eyes and stood up.
"Next time you punch a reporter in the face, please make sure that the camera isn't running…do you have any idea how much damage control I had to do today?" She asked, her voice getting more and more irritated.
"It's what you're good at Jen." He answered, knowing that any comment about her being good a politics got her back up. He didn't know when irritating Jen had becoming one of his past times.
"Agent Gibbs…may I remind you that I am your boss and as such, you have to respect me." She took a step closer, "You may not like it, but you will do it." She stood on her tiptoes in front of him, "So when I say not to punch reporters, you…?" She waited for his answer. Gibbs wrapped his hands around her arms and maneuvered her out of the way.
"Make sure the camera is off." He replied, grinning. Jen resisted the urge to punch him and sighed instead.
"Cute Jethro, but I am getting it in the neck for continuingly sticking up for you. I am starting to think that you enjoy irritating me." He leant forward, brining his face inches from her, loving the way her eyes widened slightly.
"That's because I do." He said as he swept out of her office, no doubt leaving her angry and confused.
She resisted the urge to stamp her foot. Of course he loved irritating her, it was what he did best, but she wished he wouldn't stand so close when he did it. It confused her too much. Throwing herself back into her chair she pulled the file she had been looking at back in front of her but she couldn't concentrate. One of these days he was going to get his comeuppance.