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Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines

by: Vivian Bloodmark (Send Feedback)

Series: Hero Worship #1
Chapters: 008 Word Count: 9090
Rating: TEEN
Warning(s): Other (See Author's Note)
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Abby Sciuto
Category(ies): Romance
Pairing(s): Gibbs/Abby
Summary: First in a series. Everyone knows that Abby has a bit of a crush on her hero, strong silent Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. But Gibbs himself is sagging under emotional exhaustion, and is vulnerable to any kind of love.

Author Notes: Be warned: I've had some complaints in the past that my characters don't get together fast enough. A lot of what I write involves the characters being introspective and second-guessing themselves, so if you're looking for them jumping quickly into bed together, there's a lot of good fic like that out there. This, however, is not it. :)

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Chapter One – Dislocated

Abby slammed the door behind her as she strode determinedly into Doctor Mallard’s lab, only to find the Doctor himself staring around at the various cluttered surfaces in fascinated bemusement. Palmer, who was crouched underneath one of the autopsy tables, jumped when he heard the door slam, banged his head, and began rubbing it ruefully.

“Ah, Abigail!” Ducky sounded pleased. “You’re just in time. Mr. Palmer and I were just attempting to relocate a misplaced femur. Care to join us? We could desperately use another pair of eyes…”

“Um.” Abby eyed the body, which was laid out peacefully on the autopsy table. “Whose femur?”

“John Doe,” announced Palmer, resurfacing and coming to join them. “Looks like an overdose.”

“But to be sure,” added Ducky, “we’ll need those tox screens. I don’t suppose you’ve come to tell me the good news…”

“No.” Abby shook her head vigorously, dragging her eyes away from the femur-less corpse. “No, Ducky, I gotta ask you something important.”

“Ah,” Ducky murmured, “Yes, I had a feeling it was something of that sort.”

“See, that’s funny, because that’s why I’m here!” Abby pulled a chair over and perched on it. “I had a feeling…I mean, I have a feeling. About Gibbs. Something’s wrong with Gibbs.”

“Yes.” Ducky nodded distractedly, scanning the floor as he walked around the table searching for missing bits of skeletal structure. “I’ve often thought the same thing.”

“Ducky, I’m serious.” Abby bounced off the chair and began to pace the floor, ticking off points on her fingers. “He’s been distracted all day, he stares off into space, he’s really gruff and abrasive-!”

“He’s…usually pretty gruff,” interjected Palmer.

Abby glared at him. “More gruff. And he’s sharp with me. I’m used to him being impatient, but Gibbs understands me, he gets how I work. He’s never sharp or irritable with me, especially when he knows I’m working on something good. Today, he came down to the lab, and he was really not happy to see me. Me! I’m not just blowing off steam, I think he’s really…you know, troubled.”

Ducky sighed. “Abigail, Jethro has more going on in his head then you, or I, or any of us really have any desire or right to know about. I appreciate your concern, and I’m sure he does, but the fact that he’s acting a bit…well, a bit off color today is no doubt something he’d rather you and I did not openly notice. For all we know, he could have had a cold shower this morning, or some of those aches and pains that begin to creep up on you when you start to get on into your later years. Jethro is not the young man he thinks he is, and believe me, aging is uncomfortable, even for the stoic.”

Abby was unconvinced. In her head, she ran through all the encounters she’d had with Gibbs that day. She remembered the way he’d failed to notice Ziva in the hallway, so that they almost collided, and the way that he hadn’t even said good morning to either her or Ducky when he’d come in to Abby’s lab to intercept the latest findings. He’d missed two opportunities to give McGee a hard time, and had let Tony get away with a six minute phone call that took him away from his desk. No, she decided, whatever it was, it wasn’t growing pains. Gibbs wouldn’t let anything physical get to him anyway, and besides, he wasn’t all that old, come to think of it. Ducky was kinda overdoing it with the aging thing. After all, he was a lot older than Gibbs was, he was probably a little jealous…

“Yeah, okay.” Abby shrugged, turned, and started for the door. “You’re probably right, I guess I’m just a little paranoid.”

“Understandably so,” murmured Ducky. “Your affectionate nature is a breath of fresh air, but don’t let it get the better of your good judgment. Jethro is perfectly capable, as you and I both well know, of-!”

He was cut off by the sound of the door slamming behind Abby as she left the lab. At the same moment, Palmer let out a triumphant “aha!” from somewhere on the other side of the room. “Got it!” He came back over to Ducky, femur in hand.

As Ducky began to realign the bone on the autopsy table, he leaned confidentially over the corpse, and murmured, “you may be a bit beyond the insignificant emotional concerns of the living, so forgive me for burdening you with mine, but to be perfectly honest, I have a very bad feeling about this.”

“The tox screen?” asked Palmer. Ducky shook his head.

“No.” He sighed and pulled on a pair of gloves that he’d removed during the search. “Abigail.”

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