Work. That was laughable. There wasn't work at Ridgeway, not the kind that Gibbs liked, anyway. And Abby bet her bottom dollar that he'd be bored stiff in a day.
"Good," she returned, pulling back just enough so she could look at him, arms still resting around his neck. "You better not. Even if it was my fault this time." It was, she'd seen it in Tony's and McGee's eyes. She was a jinx when it came to wishes.