Keep Holding On Chapter 1: It Can't Be Him, a ncis fanfic

My first NCIS story. ENJOY!

Gabby coupling. Don't like, don't read.

I do not own NCIS….SHOCKER!

Rated M for language and adult themes, it becomes more adult as the chapters continue.

Gibbs was sitting at his desk, glaring at the picture of Morris Sow, the murderer they were currently searching for. He had killed a wife and son, and they currently were processing more prints from another possible victim.

"Tony, anything you can find on his friends?"

"Nothing yet boss, his slate is wiped clean. Nothing in his records from his past."

"Ziva-"

"Checking for any traces on schooling"

"McGee where is his laptop?"

"We sent it down to Abby about an hour ago boss."

"Tony, why can't we find anything on his past?"

"No trace of any past schooling, or anything" Ziva spoke up after searching.

"And this is where I come in." an angelic voice came from the elevators.

As everyone looked up they saw Abby walking briskly into the bullpen in her shorter-than-normal black skirt, red low cut top that revealed the beautiful swell of her breasts that had Gibbs often very distracted while she ranted at him in her lab. A black, studded black button up (though she wore it unbuttoned) jacket with sleeves cut off could be just barely seen under her white lab coat.

"As I searched Sow's laptop I found an old page open to an FBI protection database. Morris Sow doesn't exist! It was a fake name and we fell for it. The reason you guys found nothing was because when they entered in all the information, the genius who was typing didn't save the information."

"Then who are we looking for?"

"Najhiem Maylay"

"Tony!" Gibbs voice boomed

"Searching all history on Najhiem Maylay" Tony spoke.

"McGee!"

"Tracing back all accounts and phone line." McGee typed with extreme speed.

"Ziva!"

"I'm searching for family that may have heard from him within the last-"

"No, you're going with me to search his last phone trace location"

"The phone belonging to Najhiem Maylay is tracing back to the corner of 23rd and Bell"

With that Ziva and Gibbs hurried to the elevator but not before Gibbs pecked Abby's cheek, giving her a "Great work Abbs." She smiled and then skipped her way back to her labby.

Tony and Tim both stared at her skirt as it flowed temptingly close to revealing too much skin than she would have wanted to be shown in the work place. Tony let out a whistle once she was gone and Tim just glared at him.

Tim's phone went off about 10 minutes after the three left. "McGee."

"He's not here McGee" boomed Gibbs voice on the other end. "How far is the radius?"

"Twenty-five meters boss. His phone is still alerting us from that area"

Moments later a growl sounded from Gibbs side of the line "It's ONLY his phone McGee. He's not here!"

"I… um…"

"FIND HIM MCGEE!" The line went dead, once again without Gibbs saying a proper goodbye.

Once Ziva and Gibbs returned, Gibbs went straight to the lab. He was angry and knew that if there was anyone he could depend on to cheer him up, it would be his favorite forensic lab bat.

He can't remember when it was that he started having romantic feelings for his girl. He guessed it was probably after his second divorce.

Something about her, scratch that. EVERYTHING ABOUT HER drew him in. Her laugh, their flirty banter, her intelligence, her clothes, oh god those clothes… He never thought he would be attracted to a Goth but on more than one occasion he found himself lost in fantasies while she spoke to him, of those short skirts, tight tops, her tattoos. Damn it Gunny… pull yourself together!

After a few deep breathes and willing himself to relax, he finally felt comfortable enough to walk into her lab without having to worry about her noticing the tent in his pants. She always seemed to have that effect on him; only one other person was ever able to do that to him.

He knew he was in trouble whenever she was around him for long periods of time, because there was never a doubt that she would have some kind of effect on his lower region and occasionally he found himself speeding away to the bathroom to hide his hard on.

As he walked into her lab he noticed her swaying her hips to the music she was blasting. As he watched her he noticed her rolling her shoulders and neck, trying to ease some of the tension from not getting any sleep the night before when the case opened up.

He snuck up and placed his hands on her shoulders, causing her to jump but once he began massaging, she let her head fall forward and a small moan escaped her lips. Well… so much for hiding THIS reaction… he thought somewhat annoyed that he had not control over this.

As for herself, she wasn't doing much better. Her Silver-haired fox always set a fire in her lower belly when he was around. Butterflies flapped around inside her, making her body tingle and herself smile.

It was impossible NOT to smile when she was around the man she so desperately loved. Of course, he would never feel the same though. Rule 12.

She had his rules memorized but she found herself dreading that damn rule 12 that always seemed to haunt her and linger in the back of her mind while she imagined what life could be like with her protector by her side FOREVER. Damn it Abby! FOCUS.

Oh who was she kidding, that was an impossible task. Especially when he had his hands on her, his strong, calloused fingers ghosting over the skin of her neck.

"What d'ya got Abbs?" Gibbs whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder under his hands and he smirked.

Reluctantly she spoke, slowly having to step away from the AMAZING massage his skilled hands were giving her.

"Gibbs, I don't even have anything yet. You're ahead of yourself today. You always come in JUST when I get something!" Abby ranted.

"Nothing on those partial prints?" He said trying to keep her on track.

"You mean the ones from the other possible victim? No." She responded leaning back on her desk watching his face change as a sudden Ding alert a match.

"How did you do that? You knew even before I knew that I had something. Hell even before the machine knew!"

"Abbs… the print."

"Oh, ya. Ok we have 11 points on the partial print that I pulled from the broken piece of glass, most likely smashed while his last victim tried to escape. And, that would be…" She typed away. "Eric Nor…Norrien" Gibbs noticed her voice change as she spoke.

"McGee!" Gibbs spoke over the phone "Find me everything you can on an Eric Norrien."

"No need Gibbs." Abby spoke and he glanced at her quizzically "He's 17, 6'2", goes to West Dale High, listens to Brain Matter, like me, works at the Almingdale Mall-"

"Abby!" She stopped ranting and looked up from the floor to meet the intense gaze of her Silver-haired fox. "How do you know all this?"

Looking at his picture on the computer screen one last time she glanced back at Gibbs, sadness in her eyes.

"He's my nephew." Ok maybe it's not impossible to not smile when he was around, because Abby found herself instantly dreading having to run tests on this case. It can't be him… It can't be him…

She kept telling herself this as she turned around to the computer, removed the picture from the screen and started cleaning up her lab while there was still nothing else for herself to do, keeping her hands doing something to distract herself.

Gibbs just stared at her, on the occasion that a case would hit too close to home with his girl, he would catch her cleaning her lab, the break room, McGee's desk, anything just to give herself something to do. To keep her mind off things. He understood, his house was immaculate right after he lost Shannon and Kelly. And at times he finds himself cleaning once again.

He walked towards her and stopped her as she turned around to throw an empty Caf-Pow! In the trash. Grabbing her shoulders he looked into her eyes, "I need you to do your job ok Abbs?" he needed to snap her out of her haze while the idea had not yet sunk in. "Can you do that for me?"

Her eyes suddenly focused more intently on him, her face stone. "Of course." She nodded, not rambling like he so hoped she would. Although it kept them from working faster, it told him that she was still the same old Abby he loved.

He understood that this was a shock to her, and understood that if Eric was dead, which he most likely was at the time, this would be very difficult for Abby to get over. He would never let Abby slip into that black hole of hurt and loss like he had. He would be there no matter what, he was just worried she wouldn't accept his help.

He had heard her talk about him often, she adored the kid, but he never thought this Eric would be her Eric. Today was already very active and it was only halfway through.

OK, so there will be more Gabby, but I just needed to start it out with something I can play off of. If you like it review! This is my first NCIS story and only my third story that I've written so far, so advice is very much accepted but PLEASE be kind. Hope you enjoyed it! Again REVIEW! Updates may be a bit sporadic becuase i have been in and out of the hospital as of lately. I will try my hardest to update daily, as long as you want me to. So let me know!