Notes: Written for NCIS Flashfiction's trapped challenge.
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She had come at him with duct tape in her hands, but she was Abby and that didn�t necessarily mean anything. By the time he realized he should be concerned, one hand had already been expertly fastened to the arm of the chair.
By that point, there was really no way to fight her without hurting her, so Tony just let her take the other hand and stick it down as well. It wasn�t like it was going to do him any good at that point.
�Not funny,� he told her, but he was pretty sure that the grin on his face said otherwise.
She smiled back with all that sweet innocence that allowed her to get away with anything around here and disappeared behind him. He craned his neck, but that didn�t work, so he shuffled his feet and rolled the chair around in a circle. By the time he was facing her, she had pulled over another chair and plunked it down in front of him.
�Do I have to tie your legs too, or are you going to sit still?� she asked him severely, and he frowned at her, but stopped moving.
She sat down in front of him and propped her chin on her hands, looking at him speculatively for a few minutes. Eventually she tilted her head, making her pigtails bounce.
�So.�
He raised an eyebrow. �So?�
�Tell me.�
�You�re going to have to narrow that down a little. There are any number of things I could tell you.�
�But there�s only one thing that you�re not telling me.�
Oh.
�Actually, there are quite a few things that I don�t tell you,� he deflected. �To which are you referring?�
She gave him her not amused look. �Tony. I know something�s going on.�
�With me?� He gave her that cute face that never ceased to make women melt.
Unfortunately, Abby had never really been like other women.
He sighed, giving up on the puppy dog look. �There�s nothing going on with me. My life is the picture of monotony. Well. No. That�s McGee�s life. But mine�s starting to look eerily like his, which, come to think of it, isn�t really something I should be admitting to people��
�Tony.�
�I swear, Abby. Nothing is going on with me�well except for��
�The fact that you�re screwing Gibbs?�
He blinked. �I�was going to say except that I think the woman in the cubicle behind me is stalking me�� He paused. �Screwing Gibbs?�
�Well. Maybe he�s screwing you,� she amended. �But there is definite screwing going on. Trust me. I know these things.�
Denial was the way to go. �No. No no no. No screwing.�
She smiled. �Okay.� She stood up and walked to the door. �You know, it�s Friday,� she said, and it might have just been a conversational observation if she hadn�t had such a wicked grin on her face. He hated that grin. �And it�s been a pretty slow week. Chances are pretty good that nobody will come in here until Monday. I mean, unless there�s some big emergency somewhere. And we�re far enough from everything that nobody�s going to hear you if you yell.�
He shuffled himself around to face her. �You wouldn�t.�
She smiled. �See you Monday, Tony.�
He tugged experimentally on his bonds, and had to admit that the girl knew her way around a roll of duct tape. �Fine,� he called out as she moved to shut the door behind her, and she was back in her chair before he even had time to turn himself back around.
�So?�
He rolled his eyes. �What, you want the lurid details?�
A triumphant grin appeared on her face. �Nope. Just confirmation.�
He nodded towards his bound hands. �And all this was necessary�why?�
�Well you were never going to tell me on your own,� she said with a shrug. �And I couldn�t very well ask Gibbs, now could I?�
He grinned at the mental image that produced. �No, I guess not.�
�So�I�m right. Right?�
Oh Gibbs was going to kill him. �You�re right.�
She let out a sound that might be classified as a squeal and flung her arms around his neck. �I knew it!� She pulled back to look at him. �That is so cute.�
�Glad you think so,� he said dryly. �Now how about untaping me?�
�Right.� She grabbed some scissors from the table behind her and made quick work of the restraints. He pulled his hands back from the chair arms and sat there rubbing his wrists for a minute or two. When he looked back up she was still standing there, looking at him with a worried expression.
�You�re not mad, are you?�
He smiled. �Mad? At you? Not possible.� She still looked a little concerned, so he stood up to give her a big hug, reaching behind her to pick something up from the table. �Here,� he said when he pulled back, handing her the CafPow and steering her into the rolling chair. She smiled brightly up at him, and he was still smiling back at her when he duct taped her other hand to the chair.
�Tony!�
He grinned, taking the drink back and taping her other hand down. Then he sat down in the other chair, mimicking her pose from earlier.
�So. About you and McGee��