A/N: I hate being wrong, turns out 'Baltimore' isn't going to air until the 3rd! –kicks chair-. But, as a promise, I am posting something, cause NCIS deserves an update no matter what.

So, without further ado, I give you fluff spectacular part 1! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Abby

Breathing in through her nose, the acrid scent of perfume, hairspray and cleaner met Abby's senses. Groaning softly at the pounding in her head, her ice-green eyes fluttered open to see the familiar ceiling of the bathroom of 'Chains', her favourite Gothic bar.

Slowly sitting up, Abby could hear the pounding beat of the music from beyond the bathroom door. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy, her senses were hyper aware and she felt incredibly stupid.

Gibbs is gonna kill me. She thought as she unsteadily lifted herself to her feet. Fumbling in her purse

Abby struggled to ignore the churning in her stomach before she found her cell.

"Please be awake." She whispered to herself before hitting speed dial 2.

The phone rang and rang before going to voicemail and she ended the call, then dialled his desk number instead. This time it only rang once before being answered.

"Very Special Agent DiNozzo."

She broke into a relieved grin, "Hey Tony."

"Abs?" he sounded worried, "You okay?"

She shook her head before remembering he couldn't see her, "Can you come pick me up?"

"Of course!" she could head him gathering his things from his desk "Are you hurt? Where are you? What happened?" he rattled off without waiting for her to answer.

"No, Chains and I'll explain when you get here." She rubbed her forehead with her free hand, desperately wishing for a shower and pain killers.

"Are you drunk?"

She paused, her teeth worrying away at her bottom lip, "A bit."

Abby heard him sigh, "You safe for now?"

"I'm in the bathroom." Read: I passed out and I don't remember passing out in the bathroom but apparently I did. So yeah, I'm safe for now.

"Stay there, I'll call when I'm outside."

She opened her mouth to reply but the dial tone cut her off.

That was downright Gibbs-like. Although she doubted she'd be getting any CaffPows anytime soon.

oOo

Abby waited for 10 minutes before her phone buzzed, the subsequent text reading: Outside.

Standing steadier than before, the forensic scientist made her way out of the club to see Tony's mustang idling by the curb, said Italian sitting behind the wheel, tapping anxiously on the steering wheel.

She tried to smile as she climbed into the passenger seat, but was treated instead to a hard glare. As Tony pulled away from the curb, he finally broke the tense silence.

"Explain, Abby." She could feel his disappointment rolling off him in waves and she flushed in shame.

"Bad break-up, I was trying to...well..."

"Forget?" there was an odd, almost knowing tone to his voice as he focused on the road ahead.

"Yeah...I was stupid, the whole idea was dumb. I'm sorry, Tony."

He sighed once, not speaking and Abby fidgeted in her seat. All of a sudden, Tony hit the steering wheel and Abby jumped before Tony sent her an apologetic look and just like that he was 'Tony' again, not the 'Gibbs Junior' he sometimes became.

"Okay, here's the deal: You have to swear that something like this will never happen again." She nodded fast before stopping, her head throbbing anew.

"Second, you ever find yourself this sad again: you come to my place. That way I can make sure you don't get alcohol poisoning and have a safe place to pass-out if you need to." She had to smile before he continued. "And, you're going to tell me who the jackass is so I can abuse my power as a federal agent to hurt him." He sent her a warm smile and she giggled softly before yawning. She hadn't realized how exhausted she was.

"Go to sleep, Abs." She heard, but it was far away. She was already drifting off, her head on the cool glass of the window.

When she woke the next morning she would be wrapped in the warm sheets of Tony's big, comfy bed. His familiar scent invading her senses and she would be dressed in an old Ohio state t-shirt. Tony himself would be sprawled out on the bed next to her and she would smile because she knew Tony hadn't left her alone during the night. His huge bed might not be her cozy little coffin, but the soft snores of her big brother would be enough to lull her back into a blissful sleep.

oOo

Hope to hear from you soon! Your friendly neighbourhood Goth.