It was a quiet Monday morning at NCIS headquarters. Abby Scutio, the lab tech, was sitting under Gibb's desk, the chair pushed out into the middle of the bullpen. She was trying to remember what happened at last night's frat party. All she could remember is that she went there with 50 bucks and now she only had 20. Cursing to herself, she wrapped her arms around her legs as she tried to figure out wither or not she was mugged while heading home that night.

Abby then realized that she was still in her clothes from yesterday. At least she had taken a shower that morning, so she couldn't smell that bad, right? She searched around in her pockets and pulled out a black ball, the size of her fist. Abby quickly dropped it on the floor and crawled out from under Gibb's desk in a panic. It was a bomb, a cherry bomb. She was so drunk last night that she must have bought it. And now, the stupid thing was lit under a federal agent's desk.

Abby picked up the bomb. It wasn't ticking, but she didn't know if cherry bombs did tick or not. She tried to shove it into one of Gibb's desk drawers, but they were all locked, like they usually were over the weekends. Then Abby saw Gibb's coffee cup. It looked like he was here earlier in the morning, and the cup was only half full. She quickly popped the cap off and almost slammed the bomb into the cup. Abby put the lid back on and listened; the hissing had stopped from the coffee and it was silent once again in the bullpen.

She stood standing there for a few minutes, watching the coffee in the cup start to bubble. Not one of your best ideas, Abby, she thought to herself. I got to get rid of this bomb before Gibbs gets back, she said to herself. The coffee was bubbling at a fast rate, and she had to get it out of the office. And fast.

It was then that Gibbs entered the bullpen. Abby knew that she was out of time. She had to keep Gibbs away from his coffee; that itself was a suicide mission.

"Morning, Gibbs." Abby said. Her voice was lower, and she tried to look less perky, which wasn't hard, considering that she was fighting a hangover.

"Abby." Gibbs said, putting his bag down. He sat at his desk. "You okay?"

"No, not really. I need a pick-me-up." she said curtly, her eyes darting to the coffee.

"I'll get you a Caf!-Pow," Gibbs said, reaching for the bubbling coffee cup.

"NO! I NEED THE COFFEE!" Abby screamed as she snatched it off his desk.

"Abby, what the hell is the matter?" he said, standing up

"THERE IS A BOMB IN YOUR COFFEE!" Abby shouted, running to the open window across from the bullpen.

"Abby, are you drunk?" Gibbs asked, catching Abby's shoulders as she faced the window.

"No, I don't drink anymore. Just Bull Red."

"Red Bull. Now give me my coffee, Abs."

"No! There is A BOMB IN YOUR COFFEE." Abby said, breaking out of Gibb's arms. She quickly tossed Gibb's cup of coffee out the window and Abby quickly covered her ears. There was a loud bang as the cup hit the pavement. Several car alarms went off in the distance.

"Is it over?" Abby asked Gibbs. Gibbs was still staring out the window, awed-struck. Gibbs then looked down at Abby. She was crouched under the window against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut and her head tucked against her chest.

"It is," Gibbs said, pulling her up, "unless there are any more bombs you would like to tell me about."

"Oh, no, just that one." Abby said.

"Where did you get the bomb, anyway?"

"Frat party gone wild." the Goth said, flipping one of her pigtails.

"Well, the next time you want to get me cherry flavored coffee, try not to use a cherry bomb." Gibbs said. He was trying to be serious, but this kind of thing happened a lot around Abby, so his point never got taken seriously.

"Yes, sir." Abby said, saluting him like she was in the Marines."

"It's the other hand, Abby." Gibbs said, heading back to his desk.

"Sorry, sir." she said, saluting him the right way. She walked in front of his desk. "Permission to give valuable information, sir?"

"Go ahead, Abby."

"Sir, the Director wanted you up in his office, sir."

"When?"

"Now, sir. Actually, sir, you are five minutes late, sir." Abby said, folding her arms across her chest.

Gibbs stood up. "I expect to find a cup of coffee on my desk when I get back."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't call me sir, Abby," Gibbs said, heading for the steps to the Director's office.

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want that cherry flavored?" Abby called out, but when she turned around, Gibbs was already gone.