United States of Abby – 1

Author: GataChica

Rating: FR18

Warnings: Language, sex

Pairing: Gibbs/Abby

Spoilers: Ex-file

Challenges: United States of ______ Challenge

Summary: There's more to Abby than meets the eye.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, its characters or any other aspect of the show. This story is written purely for entertainment and I receive no monetary gain. No copyright infringement is intended.

It's not easy keeping track of Abby.

That's probably not clear. What I mean is, it's not easy keeping track of all of her. Most of the time, it's just her and no one else interferes. But when she's vulnerable – tired, sick, injured – sometimes one of the others takes over.

I'm the reason she hates the name "Abigail," because that's my name. I'm the record keeper. I know everything about everyone. Abby, by the way, knows nothing about any of us. She knows that sometimes things she doesn't remember buying appear in her apartment (courtesy of Mark, Jasmine, or Stephanie) but she doesn't think too much about it. When she loses time (because someone else was out), she explains it away by citing alcohol, too much CafPow! or too many sleepless nights. Still, she feels uneasy sometimes and has a vague sense that there is a problem, but has no idea what it is.

That's perfectly okay; I mean, she doesn't need to know. Well, she didn't need to know as long as it didn't affect her work. However, as of last Thursday, that all changed.


"God, I'm tired," Abby murmured to herself for the fourth time. It was all she could do to keep her eyes open. The team members had all been able to go home and rest during this difficult case, but there was so much forensic evidence to process that she almost wished to have Chip back again. Well, as long as he wasn't brandishing a huge knife.

She yawned, looking through the microscope at an image she couldn't quite bring into focus. Another yawn, and she laid her head on top of crossed arms on the counter, quickly falling asleep.

Gibbs quietly walked in, smiling a little when he saw his forensic scientist clearly overcome with fatigue. She needed to sleep, and resting on the counter was not the most comfortable way to do it. So he placed a hand on her shoulder to wake her up. "Abbs? Wake up. You should sleep on your futon."

For a moment she didn't respond, then her head shot up quickly and she turned to greet him with a provocative smile. "My silver-haired fox," she whispered. "Did you come down to make my night more exciting?"

She did not seem at all tired anymore, and he wasn't sure how to react to her come-on. "Abby, are you okay?"

She didn't reply, just pressed up against him and wrapped her legs around his waist, effectively trapping him. "All I need is you," she continued in that soft, sultry voice. Then she gave him a fiery kiss, forcing her tongue between his lips to explore his mouth. He was taken off guard and tried to step away, knowing full well how wrong this was, but he couldn't escape her legs.

Eventually, he couldn't help but respond – he knew he shouldn't, but the blood supply to his brain was quickly departing for other regions. She moaned and he embraced her tightly, not wanting to let go even if he could. She felt so good, and he couldn't deny he had always been attracted to her.

Still, it was wrong, and his conscience was shouting at him. It finally shouted so loudly that he broke the kiss. "Abby," he panted. "We can't do this."

"Why not?" she asked sweetly, reaching down to rub his erection through his pants. He held back a yelp but his move to break away was finally successful.

"Oh, Gibbs," she sighed, throwing off her lab coat to show her curves and the large amount of smooth pale skin that was exposed. "How can you let me down like that? I need you."

"No, Abby." He was totally confused, unable to comprehend why she was being so bold.

"Why not?" she repeated, grasping his arms and placing them around her waist. "You know you want to. You've wanted to for years."

Well, he couldn't deny that – and she could read on his face that she had struck gold. "Yes. You've always wanted to hold me close, kiss me senseless, fuck me –"

"Abby!" He was startled at her frankness, but mostly it was turning him on even more. He hadn't thought that possible.

Almost purring, she began to unbutton his shirt. "Oh, I want you to fuck me, Gibbs. But just one thing – call me Stephanie."

He was helpless at that point, and nodded, willing to do whatever she asked without question. What was this woman doing to him?

She removed his jacket as she walked backwards, pulling him towards her desk and the futon. Somewhere in between, she no longer had to pull him, because he had started pushing. He had taken charge and was now the dominant force. Delighted, she switched off the lights as he lowered her to the bed, trying to be gentle but fast losing control.

"You like it rough?" he asked as he undressed her. He already knew what her answer would be.

"Mmmm, yes," she answered in between the "ahs" and "ohs" that made their way out as his fingers, feeling cool against her fevered skin, skipped around, touching her just enough to make her crazy with desire. "Gibbs – Gibbs," she moaned, tossing her head from side to side.

They were both naked now, and without preliminaries he opened her legs and entered her with a sudden thrust. "Oh my God!" she cried. "Why did we wait so long, Gibbs?"

He began to move slowly and she pushed her hips against him, wanting more. "I don't know, um, Stephanie." He didn't know what was up with this role playing. Was she thinking about his third wife? If so, why?

The thought quickly passed as he picked up the pace, leaning over to suckle one breast. He couldn't help using his teeth a little, and found that she liked it. In fact, she liked to be bitten anywhere around her neck and shoulders too. He filed that away for the future (if there was to be one).

She grasped his ass and lifted her legs, granting him better access. He couldn't believe how warm, wet, and tight she was. She might ruin him for anyone else, he thought ruefully. He felt her slide a hand between them to rub her most sensitive spot, but he pushed her hand away, choosing to do it himself. He wanted to bring her to orgasm himself, over and over.

Only a few strokes and she fell over the edge, crying out incoherently. He knew he wasn't far behind, but didn't want to end it yet. She barely began recovering from one orgasm before he brought her to another one. This happened three times and on the fourth, he could contain himself no longer and spilled his hot seed into her depths. In the heat of the moment he forgot to call her Stephanie as she had requested, but she didn't seem to mind.

Gradually their movements slowed and he moved to her side, realizing his sweat was dripping on her (she didn't seem to mind that either). For a moment they stayed connected, then he allowed himself to pull out. That's when he noticed he had forgotten a condom. He had never forgotten before. But then, no one had affected him quite like Abby before.

"You are so good," she murmured in his ear. "I knew you would be."

He kissed her face as her eyes drooped closed and she fell asleep. He wanted to stay there and sleep beside her, to feel their bodies touching skin to skin, but it would not be a good thing if someone found them like that. He managed to put her clothes back on without her help – she was as limp as a rag doll. Then he covered her with the blanket and dressed himself so that he could go upstairs.

He couldn't leave without writing her a note, though. It would be too callous and she might feel hurt. He stopped to think for a moment, then wrote boldly:

S.,

I loved every minute. Let me know if you want a repeat.

G.

He placed the note on the pillow next to her, then very quietly left.