"Blue Ball's tonight," Abby leans across the table, the royal blue velvet corset leaving very little to his warped imagination.

"That would be an understatement," Tony tucks his hands into his pockets, trying to focus on anything but her breasts.

"It's a fetish party, silly. Starts at nine thirty at In Flagrante. You can come with me if you want," she says over her shoulder as she walks away on blue vinyl boots, hips shifting under the Band-Aid of a skirt.

"God, I wish," he groans when she's out of earshot.


Title: Little Bit In Love
Prompt: #11. Red

Red silk slid between her fingers, pulling him closer, pulling him apart. Abby licked her lips, painted in her signature shade of Kiss Me Kill Me Red and tasting like the house merlot.

Tony knew what was coming next, he hoped he knew, but she could still surprise him. It wouldn't be the first time she had wrapped her fist around his tie, staring deep into his eyes with mischief on her lips, only to pull back laughing. She called it discipline. And he was just a little bit in love with it.

"Nice tie," she smiled. "Is it new?"


Title: Sharing
Prompt: #31. Sunrise

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she shook him gently, asleep on his desk. Tony blinked at her a few times before getting to his feet. "Come on. There's something you should see."

"Is it coffee with a glazed donut?" he yawned, stomach growling. He noticed McGee curled under his desk, Gibbs still hunched in his chair.

"Not quite," she took his hand and pulled him over to the window. "Just watch."

"What is it, Abs?" he couldn't see anything in the park below.

"Sunrise, silly," she smiled up at him, leaning against his shoulder. "I've always wanted to share one with you."


Title: Little Gift
Prompt: #73. Light

"What's this?" Abby looks curiously at the small box he presses into her hand.

"Just a little gift for Halloween. It is the big day for your people, right?" Tony tugs on her pigtail teasingly.

"If by my people, you mean the exhausted forensics specialists of the world, then yes," she barely stifles a yawn as she peels back the sparkly paper. "This is brilliant, Tony."

"What can I say? I saw it and thought of you," he shrugs. She turns off the lights in the lab. The tiny Count Dracula nightlight smiles benignly from the plug in the corner.


Title: Rule #23-B
Prompt: #1. Beginnings
Author's Notes: Rule #23: Never mess with a Marine's coffee if you want to live. This is the sub-section.

Gibbs sends Tony to the lab on his first day, carrying a Caf-Pow! and an evidence envelope.

"Good morning, Ms. Sciuto," he gives her his best grin. She rolls her eyes, turning in her chair.

"It's Abby, Agent DiNozzo" she growls, not the least bit amused as he holds her drink just out of reach. He's on his knees, surrendering the cup and wishing he'd worn his, before he fully realizes what's just happened.

"What's wrong with you?" he gasps, face reddening.

"Rule twenty-three B, DiNozzo," Gibbs says from the doorway. "Never interfere with Abby's caffeine supply. Especially before noon."


Title: Rule #12
Prompt: #100. Writer's Choice--Witness
Author's Notes: Gibbs' rule number 12 is never date a co-worker.

They shouldn't be seeing this. He'd had paper work, she'd had a test to run, one of them suggested Chinese. Chinese led to teasing, which turned into something else when she slid her hands over his to help him with the chopsticks. Long story short, the food got cold while they got hot and bothered, crawling under his desk to hide from the security cameras. Tony was rounding second on his way to third when Abby froze, hearing footsteps. Now, they both peeked over the edge of the desk at the pairing on the stairs.

"Ziva?" Tony whispers, eyes wide. "And the Director?"

"There goes rule twelve," Abby grins.