Disclaimer, A/N & Summary: I don't own NCIS, Gibbs or the rest of the characters at the bull pen; I just wanted to use them for this story... and probably many more as it's a really uber fantastic show isn't it?

This has been occupying my mind for some time since The Hangover fanfiction.

No spoilers I don't think. Rated a T just to be safe, for adult themes but not for adult scenes!

Abigail Sciuto gives Gibbs a preposition, an enquiry he'd thought would never leave her dark lips, will Gibbs accept and make the Mistress of Darkness very happy? Read and find out peoples then review!

Jethro Gibbs pressed the 'lower ground floor' button in the elevator, with his thumb on his right hand, as his left was occupied by a large orange-red coloured drink carton, known as a Caf-POW. His young, gothic scientist loved Caf-POWs although one could argue that she liked and wants them or that she needs and craves the caffeine within the carton. Gibbs could only fuel her need for this, according to Gibbs, foul tasting drink. He had to give her one every day, just to ensure he would go down to her lab and find her awake, lively and with handfuls of processed evidence.

He also did it to keep her happy.

The small elevator rolled to a stop and opened its doors with a 'ping.' Gibbs walked out into Abby's bright lab, full of the useful equipment, it was also filled with little pieces of herself, Gothic dolls, candles, incense, her lunchbox in the fridge and her thick cape that hung up in the lab's small office; she'd left her mark everywhere in the lab, in NCIS, in the bullpen and in Gibbs.

Gibbs saw Abby slumped over her workbench, her chin in her hands; a usual pose adopted by Abigail Sciuto when she had been working non-stop for hours on end and had no Caf-POW to stimulate her. But today had been a very slow and uneventful day, she had hardly any evidence to process, no bullets to match, no DNA or finger prints to run. Yet Abby was wearing a weary and tired expression on her face. As Jethro got a little closer to her, placing his hands on her back, massaging slightly, Abby sighed on contact and let out a very plaintive, "Hey, Gibbs."

Jethro placed her Caf-POW on the silver workbench; it was clean and uncluttered by evidence bags.

"I got ya a Caf-POW." Gibbs tried to give her a smile, yet she didn't see it, her emerald green eyes were closed.

Abby Sciuto just reached to the left of her slightly and grasped the body of her drink, pulling it to her lips where she took a small sip. "Thanks, Gibbs."

Jethro gently kneaded her back muscles, hearing her deep breathing he, Gibbs an ex-marine and Naval Agent, his attention was soon occupied by her minor actions and silent breathing, to any other person would take this as they saw her; a depressed moody Gothic chick who wore dog collars. But to Gibbs, she was his favourite scientist, one of his only small number of people in this world that he loved; he trusted her, needed her and understood her.

"What's wrong, Abbs?" Gibbs asked, rubbing her shoulders.

"I need something, Gibbs... I need to ask you something, a question. I have a problem, a difficulty, a great big MOAQ that I need answering." Abby rambled on her voice its normal pitch yet still plaintive.

"MOAQ, Abbs?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow, fairly confused.

"Mother of All Questions, Gibbs!" Abby answered.

"Ah... right, you know you can tell me anything, Abs. You know I don't judge you, I promise you I don't." Gibbs spoke softly in her ear, not able to see her facial expression as her high handle-bar pigtails blocked his view of her face; also the fact that she was turned away from him hindered his chances at reading her expression.

That soon ended.

Abby Sciuto turned to Gibbs her eyes not as bright and open as they usually were, she looked sternly into his sapphire blue eyes. He saw her breathing in deeply, obviously preparing herself for the reveal of her question. "I want a baby, Gibbs."

"Not another one, Abbs?" Gibbs indicated the Mass Spec and pointed in general to the array of special equipment in Abby's clinical lab, "You've got a lot in here already, Abbs, I don't think there's enough space for another piece of forensic kit, anyway I don't think Jen—I mean the director will fund it for you-"

Gibbs told his young scientist all that occupied his mind as he answered Abby's problem, which didn't actually impose any question, really. Until she shut him up quickly with her fingers on his mouth.

"No! Gibbs! You have grasped the wrong end of the stick!" She yelled at her boss who's eyes grew slightly wider as Abby's voice went up higher.

She removed her hand from his mouth and grabbed his hand placing it flat on her stomach. "I want a baby, Gibbs."

Abigail looked about herself slightly before looking in Gibbs' eyes again; she felt her cheeks heat up a little as she told him. "I want a child, Gibbs and I want you to be the father." Abby couldn't read the blank expression on his face, his eyes were cold, unreadable; she desperately wanted his reaction. She needed it for her to continue.

"You want a child, Abby." Gibbs murmured quietly, taking away his hand.

"Yes, Gibbs. I have all the paperwork here, I know the nearest clinic that does IVF treatment and I know what I need to do beforehand." Abby picked up the paperwork that Gibbs now realised she had been leaning over. "I just need you now, Gibbs."