Ashleigh Anpilova


Gibbs asks Abby for a favor.

An established relationship story.

Written: December 2009. Word count: 500.



At precisely 9:00 a.m. Gibbs, on cue, strode into Abby's lab. "Hey, Gibbs. How's my Duckman?"


"About the same."


Abby frowned. "You've been saying that for days. Maybe he should see a doctor."


"Suggested that. You don't want to know his reply."


"But Gibbs, he could be really ill."


Gibbs shook his head. "It's the flu, Abbs. Duck says so."


"But Tony had flu last year; he was only sick for a day."


"No, Abby. DiNozzo did not have flu. If you get flu you're not back at work within a day or two. It's more like two weeks."


"You've been listening to Ducky."


"Kind of happens when you live with someone."


"But Ducky's been sick for over a week."


"Know that, Abbs. Recovery takes longer when you're in your sixties than when you're in your thirties. And, yeah, that was Ducky again."


"You are sure he's going to be okay?" Abby stared intently at Gibbs. "It's just that I'm worried."


Gibbs sighed. "Yeah, Abbs, me too. But you know Ducky. And I reckon if he's 'well' enough to argue with me, then . . ."


"You will keep an eye on him, won't you?" Abby continued to start intently at him.


Gibbs nodded. "Oh, yeah. That's partly why I'm here. Need your help, Abbs."


"Anything," she promised. "Just ask."


Gibbs gave a half-smile. "You know the Christmas party Duck hosts each year?"




"Well, he's insisting he'll be well enough to organize it all this year."


"And you don't think he will be?"


"I know he won't be, Abbs. But I don't want to upset him. You know how much he enjoys the thing. So, I was thinking, I could do it. You could all come over as usual. But rather than Duck playing 'host', I could."




"Yeah, Abbs, me. You got a problem with that?"


Abby shook her head, making her pig-tails fly. "No, Gibbs." Her tone was solemn. "It's just . . ."


Gibbs smiled. "Yeah, I know. I'll manage. Least on the night. What I need you to do is -"


"Do all the organizing?"


Gibbs nodded. "Would you?"


She beamed. "Do you have to ask?"


He kissed her cheek. "That's my girl." He turned to go and stopped. "Thanks, Abby."




The party had been good. Maybe not quite as good as when Ducky planned it and played host, but still good. The fact that Ducky hadn't offered many objections had told Jethro he'd done the right thing.


"Did you enjoy tonight, Duck?" he asked, once they were settled in bed.


Ducky smiled at him. "Oh, yes, my dear. I enjoyed myself very much indeed. However, I believe there is something I might enjoy even more."


Jethro glanced at him, wondering for a moment if he'd read Ducky's tone and the look in his eyes correctly. After all, it had been several weeks since they'd made love in any way. "Do you now?"


"Oh, yes." And Ducky put his mouth on Jethro's and took Jethro's hand and placed it on his groin.



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