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And sometimes, it's all about the pretty.
For dawnydiesel: NCIS, Gibbs and Abby (gen)
"Gotta admit, Abs. I never would have picked you for a basketball fan." Gibbs glanced at her, a smile quirking his lips.
She grinned and bumped his shoulder with his own. "This isn't real basketball. It's a bunch of sweaty men running around and looking damn good while doing it." Abby's eyes followed one of the players admiringly. "Honestly, Gibbs. I wouldn't exactly call an NCIS versus the Feds pick-up game to be real basketball, but in terms of the eye candy quotient? Oh yeah."
Gibbs shook his head wryly. "I wondered what it would take to get you out in the sun," he teased her.
"Ugh. Don't remind me." Abby grimaced. "And—oh, now that's nice."
He looked up in time to see Tony steal the ball and leap up for a shot, the ball swishing through the hoop. Tony's bare chest gleamed with sweat and his hair stood up in spikes where he'd run his hands through it and Gibbs thought that if he didn't get Tony alone within two minutes of the game being over, he wasn't going to be held responsible for the consequences.
"Yeah," he just said. "DiNozzo's not too bad with a ball."
Abby nearly fell over laughing.
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