The sound of his front door opening had him reaching for his Sig laying on his nightstand.
The sound of her footfalls on his staircase had him returning it to the nightstand.
He sat up slightly, waiting for her to come into the bedroom. A glance out the window confirmed his fears that the ice storm predicted was raging outside. He didn't like the idea of her driving in a storm like that.
She never knocked, just opened the door enough to slip through and closed it again gently behind her.
She never asked, just went to the chest of drawers and pulled out on of his t-shirts.
She stood at the end of the bed, stripping off her clothes and slipping the worn t-shirt over her head. Looking at him she waited for him to raise the blankets in a silence invitation. She crawled into the bed and wrapped herself around him.
Wrapping his arms around her, he shivered, "Abs, you're frozen."
"Heat went out in my building… again. I tried to wait it out, because of the storm, but it got too cold," she snuggled closer to him, stealing his warmth.
"You need a new apartment that place is a slum. You're always losing your heat or hot water or water period," he sighed, placing a kiss on her temple. It was a familiar argument between them; one that would never be resolved at least to his liking.
"Oh, Gibbs, I love my place. It's so old and spooky and perfect." Tilting her head up to look at him, she pouted, "Besides, if my heat and hot water and water didn't go out, I wouldn't have an excuse to crawl into bed with you."
"You never need an excuse, Abs," he smiled as he kissed her pouting lips.