TITLE: DAMN IT, GIBBS!

Rating: 16

Song: Chapter 1~ "Don't you worry." By Madasun

Author's note: One of many of my post-Hiatus Gabby fics. Deal. There's a banner in my profile. Two-part song-fic.

Spoilers: Hiatus. Don't think that should be a warning, cos if you are that behind on eps, perhaps you should leave and get a little youtube action till you're caught up.

Chapter One: Don't you worry

It's a little crazy you decided to call
I was thinking about it just an hour ago
I was wondering if you've changed
I hope that you've grown

"You're such a bastard." Abby said simply when he opened the door to her. She turned back around and went for her hearse. She said her piece and he could go to Mexico or where ever the hell he wanted to, knowing that she was pissed.
"Abs, wait."
"And don't 'Abs' me." She yelled, turning back toward him. She knew he was baiting her but he was not allowed to have the last words this time. Even if she had to fight him all night, he was not going to get the satisfaction.

"I'm not staying."
"So what can I do for you, temporarily reinstated Special Agent Gibbs?" She snapped, hitting the keys on her computer to return the pictures of the man on the screen.
And he was telling the truth. He had helped both Ziva and then Fornell. After that, he returned to Mexico. This time for much longer than three months.

You've been away now you wanna come home
It's kinda strange since you were the one
Who left me on my own

"Abby?"
"Gibbs." She said not showing the enthusiasm he craved the whole time he was gone again. She turned around toward him and he tried smiling at her. "What are you doing back here?"
Before he could answer, crying was heard from another part of the lab.
"Who is that?" He asked as Abby disappeared in the direction of the sound.
"This is Matilyn Sciuto." Abby said picking up the infant and showing her face to Gibbs. She had definite dimples, her eyes were familiarly blue and her hair was light brown and curly.
"She's beautiful. How old is she?" He asked, watching how natural Matilyn and Abby were together.
"Don't worry, she's not yours." Abby assured him.
"So when I came back to help Ziva…?"
"Just." Abby confirmed.
"So you and McGee?"
"No. She's not McGee's either. But, stop distracting me. What are you doing back here?" She asked and he could tell she was not impressed with him still.
"I had my time away and realized that I want to be here."
"If the Director will take you back." Abby said.
"She already has."
"Congratulations. Anything else?" She asked, sitting down with Matilyn on her lap. The disinterest in this conversation was clearly evident in her voice.
"I want to apologize for how I left last time."
"I thought people that apologized "
"Not between friends. I am so sorry for how I left you the second time."
"You should be. After you left the first time and came back, I was thrilled. We were our team again. Then you did it again, leaving without saying a word? What did we do to deserve that? What did I do to deserve that?"

Don't you worry, I'm doing fine
No don't you worry that you left me behind
Coz I love my freedom and I love my life
So don't you worry, coz I'm doing fine

"Are we going to talk about this?" He asked when he haunted her lab again the following day. A case hadn't come in yet.
"Talk about what Gibbs?"
"Anything. I can't stand this." He admitted, sitting down looking as damaged as the day he resigned. "Even yell at me, I don't care."
"You can't force me to deal with you right now." Abby said angrily. Or as angry as she could appear. He sat there for an undetermined amount of silence as Abby moved away from him into her office, through the automatic doors. He was going to follow her in there and then decided against it, standing at the glass instead letting it close on him. Then he again saw baby Matilyn, he had ascertained from the Director to be two months old. What he still didn't know was the identity of her father, but who ever he was, he knew he'd shoot. Maty was lying on a thick blanket on the futon, playing with a soft toy, fascinated with it so deeply. The concentration in her big eyes was much like Abby's with anything in her lab. Particularly her computer. She dropped it and it rolled off the mattress to the floor. The infant looked confused for a second until she started complaining. Abby got up instantly returning the toy to the chubby fingers, kissing them lightly before going back to her desk. Gibbs walked out of the lab with every intention of leaving NCIS. Permanently this time.

It's been about a year since I heard your voice
And I can't pretend that I'm not curious
If you're wondering why I'm not making a fuss
I guess I'm over us.

"You could have called, at least." Abby said pushing passed him at his front door.
"I couldn't. So you're ready to talk about this now?" He clarified.
"On my terms, not yours." She told him definitely. She walked into the kitchen and then spotted something. "You're not?" She asked more pissed than interested in the answer.
"I am."
"Well, you're certainly good at it now. Go on. Go back to Mexico." Abby said as she made for the door. He grabbed her arm and stopped her from leaving.
"I have to."
"Enough. Really. You can only be happy there, then go." She said trying to free her arm. "Let me go, Gibbs."
"I'm not happy here, no." He admitted. "But you know why that is."
"How would I know? And what does this have to do with me?" She asked. She couldn't believe he was trying to put it on her. "Oh." She said when she realized what that implied.
"Yes. I've lost my family so I am going to leave you with yours, and not make this any harder for us." He said.
"Damn it, Gibbs!" She said in frustration, putting her hands over her face. "You can't do this to me."
"I'm not. That's why I'm leaving. I'm not asking you to make a choice."
"So you'd leave even though you love me, to save me the trouble?" She asked.
"That's right."
"And that is supposed to make this easy?"
"Yes." He said simply. Abby punched him hard in the arm.
"What if I told you that Maty's father and I are better off apart now? Or the reverse, that we're getting married next month? Would either scenario affect your decision?" She asked.
"I guess we'll never know."

Don't you ask me if I still love you
Coz the day you left my life you lost all your rights
Don't you wonder, what I'm doing
Cause all you need to know is that I'm doing fine