A.N! DX I'm having MAJOR writers block for all four of my current stories! So, I'm writing a bunch of oneshots to clear my head. That includes this one and Life With Out A Purpose. Random ideas keep poppinh into my head and I need to get 'em out or I can't continue with my current fic so here it is! :I This was supposed to be a oneshot but IDK, I might expand? R&R? Thanks, and enjoy :)

Abby absolutely adored Gibbs son.

On winter days like these, when school had to be canceled, but work still progressed as usual, she enjoyed keeping him entertained down in her lab while the team kept busy upstairs.

Tony wasn't exactly a normal sixteen year-old, having been diagnosed with a mild case of autism at the age of four, called Aspergers' Syndrome. It basically impaired his social skills and even the way he interacted with others. He rarely looked you straight in the eye in a conversation. To strangers, who weren't aware of his condition, he often came off as rude and stoic. Abby didn't think of him as odd or anything, and she spoke to him the same she would anyone else. So when he walked into her lab, Gibbs right behind him with a bag of his things over his shoulder, Abby squeeled in delight.

"Tony!" she jumped, restraining herself from outright hugging him-he was way too cute sometimes, with those large green eyes and that ruffled brown hair of his. Tony hated being touched, though, one of the more obvious symptoms of autism, and she respected that.

"Abby." Tony recognized her voice, even though he didn't look up. He turned around, stared towards Gibbs' general direction, brows furrowed. "This isn't my school, it's 8am, it's a Monday, it says so on my schedule, it says so, I know, because I read it. I need to go to school." with this logical explanation, Tony brushed past his father, on his way out of the lab, shouting in a monotone, "I'll be in the car! You have to take me to school!"

With a smirk, Gibbs turned to fetch his son, gently and lightly gripping him by the arm. "School was canceled this morning because of the snow storm Tony, remember we went over this on the way here? You have to stay down here with Abby, okay? I packed your lunch and everything else you'll need here in this bag. I'll be right upstairs in the bullpen if you need me." he explained.

Tony looked to his side for a minute before nodding. "I don't like snow." he announced moodily. He had a very structured schedule, and when life had other plans that changed said schedule he got angsty and never fully understood why it was things had to change.

"I know kiddo." Gibbs kissed his forehead with almost a featherlight touch, and handed Abby the bag, "Here's everything he'll need, there are some books in there I think he might-"

"I know Bossman, we'll be fine, it anything, you're on speed dial." she pushed him out of her sanctuary.

"Thanks Abbs." he kissed her forehead too.

She smiled. "No prob." she waved bye as he left. "Hey Tony, you eat breakfast already?" she asked, turning around, to face the young teen.

He nodded, not looking in her direction, distracted by all the machines in her lab, "Eat breakfast, everyday, 7am, Dad drinks too much coffee." He recited.

Abby giggled. "All those things are true. Sucks about school being canceled 'cause of the big snow storm." Most kids would be happy, but Tony wasn't most kids. He honestly enjoyed school, excelled at it even, he was a genius when it came to numbers and patterns and even tuttored afterschool on Wedsdays for a couple of hours. English, not so much, but for someone like Tony to try and grasp concepts in Shakespeare like metaphors and sarcasm and jokes was difficult; he took it all too literally at times and never understood motive behind a characters actions and so on, but did enjoy reading, just nothing to do with fiction.

Tony opened his bag, put his lunch in the mini fridge in her office, ignored her comment, and continued to take things out his bag, seemingly unaware of her presence anymore.

Abby didn't mind it though, she knew he wasn't feeling particularly at ease with his abrupt change in schedule, and if he wasn't up to par to speak, she'd give him his space. She went to slurp on her Caf-Pow! and check on some forensic test results waiting for her. She remembered when they'd first found out Tony had Aspergers' Syndrome, and she remembered researching everything she could possibly find about it online, while Ducky went on his medical know-how and purchased lengthy books on the subject.

Having A.S meant Tony had a very high-functioning type of Autism, Abby learned, and that a majority of people with A.S had very high IQs and went on to become quite successful, so as far as she was concerned, his condition really didn't have to hinder his quality of life at all. She had told Gibbs as much, Duck agreeing with her, and together, the three had managed to raise Tony to the best of their capabilities.

Abby remembered fonly that she had made a scrap book with the faces of the important people in his life, their names and some quick info about each person beneath the photograph for him when he'd turned five. At the time, the book was quite small, and only included Gibbs, Duck, herself, and his first grade teacher. In time, the book grew. Gibbs dad Jackson, Fornell, Kate, Tim, Ziva, and Palmer, were all in the book now.

Abby frowned as she thought back to his years in elementary. Kindergarden had been a breeze, and it was only if you looked very closely at Tony amongst his peers is that you would notice anything different about the way he acted compared to all of the other kids. First to third grade was a little tougher, but managable. The teachers were always concerned that Anthony wasn't being social enough, that he ignored the other kids a lot, and often ate lunch by himself. The complaints continued despite the fact that Duck had explained to each of them what A.S was and why he acted the way he was. None of the teachers seemed to really understand or even want to take the time to do so. But other than his lack of interaction with the other children, the teachers had all commented that he was doing remarkably in his studies, and was actually ahead of the others.

In fourth grade, things started going downhill. It was a year for kids his age when things like fitting in and making lots of friends and belonging to a certain group had started to become important, and Tony didn't care about any of these things nor did he comprehend his classmates' behaviours either. In fifth grade, the kids in his class started picking on him. He never looked anyone in the eye, if ever in a conversation, he would look very disinterested, he would converse with himself in a lonesome corner during recess, and refused to acknowlegde any of the other kids. So they picked him as the odd one out and started calling him a "retard" and other vicious names.

Neither Gibbs, Abby or Duck were aware of this, until Gibbs got a phone call in the bullpen from the school from the nurses office, telling him to pick up his son, who'd "fallen" during recess. Abby and Ducky had gone with him to the school. Clumsiness was a symptom of Aspergers', but Abby claimed on the way there, that Tony had told her before that he never played during recess, prefering to sit quietly instead, and recite all the prime numbers by memory instead. She had told the two men that day "Something feels hinky about this." in a worried tone. Gibbs had agreed with her fully, telling them his gut was telling him the same.

Upon getting there, Tony did the strangest thing. The eleven year old had jumped off the examining table in the nurses office and clung to Gibbs for dear life, eyes closed tightly. Tony had taken a fall plenty of times before, and never had he reacted like this. Tony hated being touched or vice versa, in fact, he often flinched away from any physical contact, so this was more than odd. If ever Tony had an injury before, if it was minor, he'd ignore it, if it was something more severe, and he realized he was bleeding, like a scraped knee or a nasty bruise, he'd run to the phone and call Ducky, because it was only logical you call a doctor if injured, was his response to Gibbs when he'd asked why he didn't just tell him about it.

Jethro was so astounded for a moment, that his own reaction was delayed. He couldn't remember being able to hug his son since he'd turned four, and started screaming anytime anyone, including himself, tried to pick him up or hug Tony. Finally, Abby remembered Gibbs had lifted his son into his arms and gripped him tight to his body. Abby and Ducky had both worridly noticed Tonys' lack of any struggle, and demanded to know what really happened to their child.

The nurse had gulped, glancing around, and said "Look, I don't want to get fired, but when he was brought in here by one of the teachers, she told me that the principal told her to say he'd been running and tripped on the playground, but according to his bruises, this looks to me like he was physically assaulted by one of the other children."

If he hadn't been holding onto his son, Gibbs would have blown a gasket, right then and there. So Abby had done it for him. She'd marched straight to the principals office and demanded answers. Gibbs was confident in Abbys abilities to get to the bottom of things, and stayed in the infirmary with his son, and Ducky, who examined the bruises carefully.

A week later, all the papers had been signed and all the arrangements had been made to transfer Tony into a private school, where his condition was better known and his classes adjusted better to him, and not the other way around. Best of all, they had a zero tolerance rule for violence and bullying. The yearly tuition for the school would've been more than Gibbs could have afforded, had Tony not been smart enough to pass the entrance qualification exam, and even exceed in it.

Apparently, at his old school, it had been the son of the principal, who had been leading the small group of children and terrorizing Tony that whole time, and he'd simply chosen to turn a blind eye to it, even when his son had gone so far as to hit Tony. Abby had nearly killed the man, and that day, every child within a mile radius of her had learned a few choice words.

To this day, Abby was still disgusted at the thought of that man. Had he no shame?

"Abby said next time she goes to get some ink I could go with her, and I could get a tattoo. Right Abby? You said I could, right?" Tony peeked his head out from the office, and snapped her out of her thoughts.

Abby looked at him. He was talking on his cellphone, the one Gibbs had gotten him on his fourteenth birthday. "Only if your dad's cool with it." she replied, "Remember, that's the one condition. Who're you talking to anyway? Is it Alie?" she enquired.

Tony nodded. "Alie said to say 'hi', so that's what I'm doing now, I'm saying hi for her to you, Abby." he told her, then went back to his prior conversation.

Abby smiled. Alie and Tony had met when he'd transfered schools, and out of all his classmates, she'd been the first to make an attempt at getting close to him and getting to know him, and slowly but surely, Tony had let her in. They'd become quite inseperable, and Abby had seen first hand one night how their relationship from best friends had progressed to something more.

Alie had been staying over one summer, her parents had gone on vacation, but she'd chosen to stay to take some extra classes in the summer to prepare her for high school algebra the next year, and Gibbs hadn't seen a problem with taking her in, Tony talked about her all the time, and she'd been to their place for dinner and BBQs and things like that plenty of times before and vice versa.

Abby had come by to talk to Gibbs about this cold case forensic evidence she'd found that night, and the two thirteen year-olds had been on the couch, lights off, watching a romantic comedy, Alie pausing it everytime someone made a sarcastic a joking remark to explain it to Tony, something she had told Abby she secretly enjoyed doing, and actually did at home to her parents and older brother whenever they were watching a film-a bad habit that hadn't been appreciated 'till now. And then the couple on the screen had begun to kiss, first softly and sweetly, then a little more passionately, crushing their lips together and embracing.

The two hadn't noticed her entrance into Gibbs home, and she'd been just about to leave the living room and go upstairs, when she noticed Tony turn on the couch and actually look Alie in the eye for a moment. "We're kind of like that, right? I'm handsome and funny, like that guy in the movie, Abby says so all the time, and you, Alie I don't know if you know this, but you're really pretty, even more pretty than that girl." he pointed to the T.V.

"And-and, you're definately more interesting than that girl; I don't like this movie, she wasn't that smart or that interesting and he wasn't that bright either, but they still like eachother so much. I don't get it. I couldn't like someone like her. I like someone like you Alie, you're very intelligent and you're interesting, and you make me laugh, you say funny things sometimes and you make me laugh.

"Yeah," he nodded to himself. "I like you."

Alie leaned over the couch and very delicately placed a kiss on his lips, her blonde curls falling over her shoulder. Tont didn't move away or flinch, he didn't kiss back, but he let her kiss him. When she finally pulled away, she was bright red, and smiled shyly up at him. "I like you too, Tony." she'd said.

Abby had stayed in utter shock for a minute 'till she made her stealthy escape into the basement, where Gibbs was sanding his boat. "Oh My Gosh Gibbs, oh my double friggin' Gosh!" She was a jittery ball of excitement. "Tony and Alie just kissed and it was the cutest thing I've ever seen in my whole entire life, and I should've had my camera, darn it! And our boy's got major game Gibbs!" she bounced up and down ecstatically.

After this, Gibbs hadn't left those two alone for the rest of the summer; he so was not ready for grandkids!

Abby still squeeled at the memory. They'd been together ever since. She occasionally caught them pecking lightly, and sometimes he'd even let Alie hold his hand, despite his no contact rule. Abby thought that was absolutely precious.

Abby looked up from the results she'd been reading religiously for the past hour or so, when she realized she couldn't hear Tony anymore. Maybe he was reading? She thought, as she turned her head to look into her offices' glass walls, and she nearly freaked when she saw that it was unoccupied. "Oh my God. Tony? Tony!"

"Abby! Be quite, it's rude Abby, Ducky says it's rude to scream when people are trying to sleep!" he called out from the floor underneath Abbys desk, Burt firmly tucked beneath his head as a makeshift pillow.

She nearly died of relief. "Sorry Tony, go back to bed." she went to her tiny closet in the office and brought out a warm blanket.

"You mean sleep, Abby," he corrected groggily, "This isn't a bed."

Abby smiled down at the boy as she tucked him in.