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A Question Answered
by Annie
I was still feeling pretty woozy by the time we reached my car. McGee was more or less supporting my weight while Abby fumbled with keys, trying to find the right one to unlock the car.
"Maybe I should go with you," McGee said. He nodded toward where I sagged against him. "He's still pretty out of it."
"He's standing right here," I said. "I'm fine. I could probably drive myself home."
"No, you couldn't," said a familiar voice from behind us and then Gibbs was standing there, taking the keys from Abby's hand and pushing the keypad to unlock the doors. He turned and pulled me more or less upright then manhandled me into the passenger seat. "Go home, you two," he added. "I've got this."
"We don't mind," Abby replied, perhaps seeing the look of horror that crossed my face. Gibbs isn't known for his stellar driving skills and I had a momentary thought of making it out alive of the undercover assignment only to wind up in Ducky's morgue as a result of a car wreck.
"He'll be fine." Gibbs made a shooing motion with his hands then walked around and climbed behind the wheel. He peeled out of the lot so fast I felt like I'd left my stomach back on the sidewalk.
"You know, it's probably a good idea to slow down a little, Boss," I said, leaning my head back against the seat and trying to look relaxed. "I really don't want to have to be cleaning puke off the upholstery when I've got a concussion."
He looked over at me then back at the road in time to swerve back into our own lane and avoid an oncoming cab. "I think I've been going slow long enough," he said as he swung the wheel and pulled the car into the kerb with a screech of the tires that made me wonder how much a new set was going to cost me.
I peeled my fingers off the dashboard and sat up a little. "Boss?" I asked, wondering if the concussion was actually a lot more serious than Ducky thought.
Gibbs put a finger to my lips then leaned across the console between us and kissed me, very gently on the mouth.
"This slow enough for you?" he asked.
I nodded dopily then reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him toward me again, till I could feel his breath wafting warmly across my skin.
"You can speed up now," I said.
He grinned, kissed me again, harder this time, then started up the car and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. "Hold on," he said, "it's going to be a bumpy night."
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