𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 — 𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒕𝒐
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — suggestive ⋆ implied sexual activity ⋆ workplace risk ⋆ innuendo ⋆ team interruption ⋆ black male reader
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The lab is too quiet.
Which, for Abby’s space, is already suspicious.
No music blasting. No humming. No random goth rambling about trace evidence. Just the soft buzz of equipment—and the sound of Abby trying (and failing) to stifle a laugh.
“You’re gonna get us caught,” you murmur low, voice right by her ear.
She grins, that dangerous grin.
“Oh, please,” she whispers back, fingers still loosely hooked in your shirt. “Gibbs would’ve knocked already.”
That’s the problem.
Gibbs always knocks.
And he hasn’t.
Your hands rest at her waist a second longer than they should—than is safe—before she leans in again, nose brushing yours, boots nudging yours between the lab tables like she’s forgotten where she is entirely.
“Abby…” you warn, but there’s no real weight behind it.
Not when she looks at you like that.
Not when her lipstick is slightly smudged and you know why.
Not when....
The door slides open.
Silence.
The kind that hits like a brick.
You step back just enough to look normal—too normal. Abby spins around toward her computer way too fast, typing absolute nonsense like her life depends on it.
The team stands there.
Watching.
Processing.
Tony squints immediately. “…why is it so quiet in here?”
McGee is already noticing everything, the proximity, the flushed faces, the way Abby’s pigtails are slightly uneven. His eyes widen a little.
Kate folds her arms slowly, eyebrow raised. “…should we come back or…?”
Abby doesn’t even turn around. “NOPE. Totally fine! Just—science! Doing science things! Very science.”
You clear your throat, adjusting your shirt like that’ll magically fix everything.
Tony takes two steps in, looking around dramatically. “Huh. No music. No caffeine rant. No dancing…”
He looks between you and Abby.
Then smirks.
“Oh.”
Abby finally turns, smiling way too brightly. “Oh what, Tony?”
He gestures vaguely between the two of you. “Nothing. Just… didn’t know lab work came with… extracurricular activities.”
“OUT,” Abby points to the door instantly.
Kate lets out a small laugh, already turning. “Yeah, we’re definitely interrupting something.”
McGee is still staring, mumbling, “I—uh—I’ll just email you.....whatever this is.....later.”
Tony backs out slowly, hands up. “Hey, hey, continue your research. We support science.”
The door slides shut.
Silence again.
Abby waits exactly two seconds..
Then bursts out laughing, doubling over against the table.
“Oh my god, did you SEE their faces?!”
You drag a hand down your face, half embarrassed, half amused. “We’re never hearing the end of this.”
She straightens, stepping closer again like nothing happened, eyes sparkling.
“Worth it,” she says simply.
Then, softer...,
“Very worth it.”
