It hardly mattered at this point, Abby suspected. Mike would have appreciated the sentiment, even if Mike was more of a beer guy. She slid her support away from Gibbs slowly, making sure he was stable before she hurried to go get his bourbon. Hopefully he hadn't noticed the extra care.
Returning, she handed Gibbs his jar before sliding her arm around his torso once more. Abby was going to stick to Gibbs like glue.