Abby downed her own drink, twisting to set the jar down on whatever surface was available. She really didn't need more than one drink. Or, to be accurate, more than one shot of bourbon. And she wasn't entirely sure that Gibbs needed anything more, himself.
Feeling him wobble, her now free hand settled on his chest, steadying him. "Hey...." Her voice was soft, though her eyes were worried. "Don't." He didn't need to think like that.