Disclaimer: NCIS and its characters do not belong to me.

Title: Getting Past It

Author: WithTheGrain

Spoiler: Broken Arrow

Pairing: Abby/Gibbs

A/N: This is my very first FanFic. I love this pair and I hope my little story here is just the beginning for me. Please read and review!

Abby paced back and forth in her lab, her mind not on her work. She was thinking of other things, or thing, one in particular. The incident that occupied her thoughts took place yesterday outside of MTAC. It was just a moment, a very sweet moment, a breath taking moment, with the man of her fantasies. Gibbs, the man that slipped into her dreams so easily anymore.

In the past four months she had noticed that he responded to her differently than in times past. He was actually initiating hugs with her, sometimes even growling. It made her stomach flip-flop each and every time. Then there was the matter of his kisses, on her cheek or hair. His kisses lingered a bit longer, as though he didn't want to stop.

Yeah, right, Abbs, wishful thinking yet again! she mused.

The computer on her table beeped, bringing her out of her reverie. She stared at the screen with disappointment at the negative results from the fingerprint search. Doing a bit of typing, she started another search using a different database. As the new set of prints flashed on and off the screen, her mind again drifted back to Gibbs.

The previous day outside of MTAC she had given him the results to the identity of a person of interest in the case they had been working. Her information had instantly motivated him into action and he had stepped to the eye scanner then quickly came back to her. His left hand gently cupped her cheek, his tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and his eyes were on her mouth. Abby could see it right now, in her mind, and she slowed it all down to treasure each moment. Gibbs' warm hand gently holding her cheek while his fingers slid into her hair. The tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips, his intense blue eyes dropping to her mouth, and his face getting closer…closer. For a split second her stomach clenched in sweet anticipation, but then his lips landed on her cheek, but close, so close to her own lips. He then disappeared behind the door into MTAC and she had stood there, continuing to talk about the DNA hit, while her stomach rose and fell with Gibbs' actions.

Behind her the Major gave a beep and Abby gave a heavy, calming sigh. Her thoughts were warming her blood and other parts of her body. Spinning on her heel, she tended to her baby and glanced towards the door. She had results, so where was Gibbs? The man had a scary sense of knowing when she had information for him. More often than not, he would show up, sneak up, quietly, right when her machines had results.

Abby mind flew to a half-thought-out plan she was mentally throwing together. After what happened yesterday, she wanted more. She had to have more. Instead of putting the incident out of her mind, she had been dwelling upon it and dreaming of what could have been. She had almost convinced herself that Gibbs had intended on kissing her lips, but at the last second, he had changed his mind. Afterall, they had been standing in a public hallway, on the open floor above the bullpen. He had wanted to press a kiss to her lips, but the idea of being seen by others, made him change his mind. Abby had almost convinced herself that this was what Gibbs had been thinking. So, she had come up with a hasty plan, one that would satisfy her aching need and hopefully show Gibbs what he was missing.

She held the printout from the Major in her hands; had looked at it but not really read it. Then her computer beeped and she glanced up to see another negative result on the fingerprint search. For a few seconds she stared at the big red 'Negative' flashing on the screen, then her eyes fell again to the paper in her hands. This time she read the information and it was also nothing that was helpful to their current case. Damn! Now she didn't have any tests running, no potential results for Gibbs. And it was all his fault. He was driving her to distraction! She hadn't been able to sleep last night, because of thinking of him. She hadn't been able to eat anything, because of thinking of him. She was barely able to work, because of thinking of him!

Focus, Abby, focus! she told herself. I can't let Gibbs down, not now!

She went to the box of evidence that the team had brought her and started laying more items out on the table. There had to be something here to help her help the team. Then the inevitable happened.

"Whatcha got for me, Abbs?"

Abby gave an inner groan. "Hey, Gibbs, well not much," she answered without looking up at him. How could she look into his clear blue sexy eyes when she had nothing, nadda, zilch, for him? Grabbing the useless report that the Major had spit out, she headed for her office in the rear of the lab, knowing that Gibbs would follow. She stood beside her desk fidgeting with the paper and looking at the floor, then his shoes came into her view.

"Abby?" Gibbs' voice was soft with concern.

Her plan. She had to put her plan into action. "Gibbs," she said spinning around and looking up. He was standing so close that there was less than a foot of space between them. "We've known each other for ten plus years." He nodded and smiled but she continued to fidget. "And for most of those years, you have rewarded me for my good work with Caf Pow! and kisses. Well recently I've had…"

Gibbs' cell phone rang and he withdrew it from his pocket. "Yeah, Gibbs." There was a pause as he listened to his caller.

Abby stopped her fidgeting and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She didn't know if she could go through with her plan. Her palms were sweaty, her knees felt week, and the paper she was holding started to shake. She quickly set it down on her desk and smoothed her palms along the sides of her white lab coat. It was obvious that Gibbs was busy, too busy, to have time for this, for her, for her plan. But dammit! She needed to get past this, take the bull by the horns, well maybe take the bull by the…

Gibbs flipped his phone shut. "We just got another scene to process. Finish this later?"

Abby nodded and as he turned to leave, she instantly regretted her actions. If she didn't carry out her plan now, she knew she never would and then she would no longer be distracted, but brooding… and brooding was worse. Reaching out, she grabbed Gibbs' elbow and spun him back around to face her. His eyes flared a bit in anger but she swallowed hard and said, "No, we can't finish this later. I need to do this now."

The ice left his blue eyes. "Okay."

"As I was saying, recently I've had this… preoccupation… ummmm, sort of a schoolgirlishness, something like that, which ummmm, and please don't be in any way thinking that I haven't thought this through, because I have. In fact, let me just say…"

"Abby!" Gibbs said with a bit of impatience. "I've got another scene to get to, so let's finish this later."

"No, Gibbs, I need to do this now!" Her nerves were starting to rise again.

"Okay. You've got one minute."

"The kisses you give me lately have been different, more… affectionate… and yesterday I actually thought you might kiss me on the lips, but then you didn't and I can't get past this…this…these thoughts of you and I couldn't sleep last night, I can't eat, and…"

Gibbs felt a tightening in his gut as to where this was leading. "Abby!" he warned to try to get her to stop, to think carefully about what she was going to say before she kept babbling on, but she only paused to take a deep breath.

"I thought what I would do is kiss you, you know, on the mouth, and then I'd just… get past it." She saw a very small smile appear on one side of his mouth. "No more over-thinking, and I'd be able to give my work the concentration it really deserves. I've lost all of my analytical abil…"

Gibbs reached forward and put his hand at the nape of her neck and gently pulled her forward, giving her a full, on the mouth, kiss. Abby's eyes fluttered closed and she ran her hand down his arm to entangle their fingers. She parted her lips and Gibbs deepened the kiss. As his tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, she gave a soft whimper. Several seconds passed as Abby tried to commit everything to memory. The smooth silkiness of the underside of his tongue, the taste of coffee, and the smell of sawdust. But there was more, so much more that was bombarding her senses and she couldn't process it all fast enough.

Gibbs withdrew slowly, reluctantly, and could see that Abby still had her eyes closed. As he slowly pulled his hand away from her neck, his fingertips brushed softly along her jaw. "How's that?" he asked in a low husky voice.

"Oh, good," Abby responded slowly and opened her eyes to meet his dark blue ones.

Gibbs gave a slight raise to his eyebrows. "Past it?"

"Yeah," she responded, still recovering from her dreamlike state.

"Good," Gibbs spoke softly. "I gotta go now. I'll see you later."

A/N: I'll be adding a second chapter very soon!