It was a sight he didn't think he'd ever forget in this or any other lifetime he might get.
Stepping into the darkened lab to drop off the ritual morning Caf-Pow, he was only slightly surprised that Abby hadn't arrived yet. And then he remembered that the previous night had been her weekly bowling night with the nuns. Abby never came in early after a night of bowling and carousing with the nuns. Not that he'd ever met these nuns, of course, but he'd been hearing stories about them for years.
Moving with a stealth born of years of experience, he crossed the lab to set the overlarge plastic cup next to her computer. The light in Abby's office startled him for a moment, as did the odd shadow playing across the wall behind her desk. Moving just as quietly, he headed in that direction to check it out.
The closer he got -- not that it was all that far to go -- the more he heard strange slurping noises and moans coming from the glass-walled room. Stepping into the room, he called out her name softly.
"Gibbs!" came the startled squeal, followed by a thump and a groan. "Ow! Don't do that!"
Stepping around the desk, he found Abby hunched over the trashcan, face shiny with some sort of wetness. In her hands was half of a pineapple, cut lengthwise. It was clear she wasn't using any utensils to eat the fruit.
"At least now I'll have a better mental image for the noises I was hearing," he finally said, watching her dive in for another slurpy, sloppy bite of the pineapple.
She chewed several times and swallowed before answering him. "It was on sale, Gibbs! Want some?" He shook his head with a grin. "The guy in the produce department said was going to get thrown out, so I flirted with him to get it for only a dollar. Can you believe it, Gibbs? Yummy pineapple for only a dollar!"
"Good job, Abs," he said, leaning over to press a kiss to the crown of her head. "Now that I know you're okay, I'll leave you to your breakfast. Your Caf-Pow's in its normal spot."
"Thank you, Gibbs!"