One Friday Evening...

"Hey Tony," Abby said into her cell, " can you do me a favor?"

"What kind of a favor, Abbs?"

She grinned at the subtle leer in his voice.

"I'm building some stuff for Habitat, and I'd like an extra set of hands to help me out."

"Building? I'm glad to help, but isn't that more Gibbs' thing?"

"He's going to see his dad this weekend, remember? He said I could use his yard though—and I'm gonna ask if he has any extra tools laying around. I checked my drill this morning and it's totally on the fritz."

"You think Gibbs'll let us use the hand tools? Or should I say, do you want to use the hand tools?"

"Maybe he has some power tools. Didn't you get him a sander once? He'd probably let us dust off the unopened box and use that..."

"Ha-ha, Abby."

She giggled. "Can you meet me at his place tomorrow, at like, nine?"

"Sure—I'll bring the pizza for lunch!"