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Title: Come Between
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Anthony DiNozzo
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 021. Friends
Word Count: 695
Rating: PG
Summary: Abby's got Gibbs breathing down her neck, the Director on her nerves and Tony by her side.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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“Fuck it, just fuck it all,” Abby says, throwing herself into the chair. She tears off her gloves and flings them in the direction of the trash can. They land short and Tony stoops to pick them.

“What’s up, Abs?”

“My blood pressure, stress level. It’s amazing I haven’t had a stroke, what with Gibbs breathing down my neck on one side, Madam Director climbing up my ass on the other. I swear to God, Tony, if either one of them comes down here or calls me again, NCIS is finding a new lab rat.” Her hands shake as she reaches for her soda. “You know, there’s only so fast these machines go and asking me about them every two seconds doesn’t magically make the results say what you want to hear.”

“Anything I can do?" Tony asks, stepping behind her chair. He touches her shoulders tentatively, and when she doesn't jerk away or growl at him, he begins to work on easing some of the knots in her back. "Listen," he says after a moment. "I'll try to keep Gibbs off your back, as much as I can, and I think we can sideline the director for a little bit with what we've got upstairs."

"You don't have to do that, sweetie."

"I know but you've come between Gibbs' foot and my ass more than a few times," he points out, pressing against a particular point under her shoulder blade. "Let me know if this is too hard, by the way."

"Not hard enough, actually." She leans forward, bracing herself against the desk. "You know I like it a little rough, and a little low—oh—er. Oh, right there, Tony," she moans as he find the right spot and right pressure. "Oh, god, you're good at this."

"That's what you always say," Tony chuckles. In the door way, McGee clears his throat. Abby turns her head slowly and cracks up.

"Um, I don't know what you're doing, but if I should come back later, just say so," Tim says, voice muffled by the file folder he's holding in front of his face.

"Probie," Tony shakes his head. "Get your mind out of the gutter. You should know Abby has higher standards than that. She'd never let me—"

"I wouldn't say never," Abby interrupts, raising her head and wiggling her shoulders under Tony's hands. "Massage and talk, Tony. You know how I like it when you multi-task."

"Right. Sorry, Abs," Tony leans down and kisses the top of her head. McGee clears his throat again. "Need a cough drop, Probie?"

"Funny, DiNozzo," McGee's voice drips with sarcasm, and Abby rolls her eyes, collapsing back on the desk. "We found Petty Officer Herrell's ex-wife. Gibbs wants us to go interview her."

"Where is she?" Tony asks, not quite ready to stop his massage.

"A rehab center in Baltimore. She was in a pretty serious car accident a few months back."

"Well, I guess that explains why she's not coming to us," Tony says, smoothing his hands over Abby's shoulders. "Better?"

"Much," Abby says, covering his hands with hers and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"So, Tony, we need to get going. I've got the car waiting and Gibbs is kind of impatient about this one," McGee stares determinedly at the floor, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

"I've got to go see Ducky anyway. I'll walk out with you guys," Abby stands, linking her arm through Tony's, leaning slightly against him. McGee turns away and walks toward doors, shoulders stiff. "Be nice to him, Tony?" she says softly, glancing up at him.

"Always am," Tony shrugs.

"He's smart but sometimes he can be really stupid. Don't let him be stupid about this," Abby whispers. She gives him one of those looks, trusting that he can make the translation and hear what she's not saying.

"I'll call you if we find anything you can use," Tony says, nodding slightly. Inside his arm, he feels her fingers curl in on themselves, a small sign between them. He smiles, nodding again.

"Good luck, guys," Abby says, pausing to pat McGee's arm as she skips off to Autopsy.

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