Title: Prohibited Desires.

Genre: NCIS – Angst/Romance/Way out there

Pairing: Abby and Gibbs / Gabby

Rating: T – Same as the show.

Timeline: 9X23 BIG AU Warning. Okay so Missy didn't go the way everyone anticipated –Tiva having been done to death already. Missy has plans for them – Later.

Spoilers: Missy used some, in her vague and amusing way.

Summery: He had to find her, had to make certain she was safe… He would never forgive himself if she was harmed.

Disclaimer: It's nice borrowing someone else's toys – I'll put them back, I promise.

A/N: What can I say… Missy wanted new toys. So, this is a new ship for her – at least she kept it in the fandom. The title will make more sense at the end of the chapter.

Written: June 2012

Status: Missy? She just waived her hand at me - she's playing with her dolls... Is that… Abby and Gibbs? BDSM? MISSY! I guess this will be her twisted shipping.

Word Count: 1,940

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He's not entirely certain what it was that made him head to the lab instead of picking up the phone to call her. Had it been Tony, Ziva or McGee he would simply have called them and ordered them out of the building, but not Abby. He has always thought of her as safe in her lab, knew it was her domain and that she was unlikely to be rushed in leaving it. Abby's affection for Mayor-Mass-Spec and her other equipment often set him grinning, she would be insistent on shutting down the equipment properly, and that was why she would not be rushed from her lab.

He preferred having her there, rather than at a crime scene – any crime scene, where men other than those in their team or association would gawk at her. He still remembers the day he wanted to knock an officer senseless – for having referred to her as a wack-job. He had been angry with her for showing up at the scene, even more so when she implied that she and the victim were supposed to meet up. That she was the man's reason for being in DC in the first place.

He was not even entirely certain as to when his feelings towards her had shifted. When she had become more to him than his dark haired, eternally optimistic gothic scientist. It might have been due to the ease at which he could confer her affection, and how easily she would return it. It had become such a habit that he had not even seen it coming… Only to wake up one day with the realization that he loved her. Not only loved her; but was irrevocably in love with her. Since then, he often chided himself, reminding himself that anything between them would be inappropriate, and that he should not get upset when she and McGee talked their geek talk. The younger agent meant something to her. He just could not establish exactly what. He thought the young man a fool for not pursuing her, they worked on some level – had some connection. He knew that the younger agent would balance her out, better that he himself could. However, he also knew that with Abby things were never clear-cut.

Yes, many thought his affection towards her were those of a father to a daughter. Her absolute devotion to him, he was still incapable of fathoming. Only that it made his day. The Caff-Pows were his little gifts of love and appreciation. He would gladly bestow others, were it not for the fact that he would draw attention to himself – especially with DiNozzo. Strangely he was not concerned with her and Anthony's relationship – never had been. Ziva possibly had something to do with that.

He saw her shutting down the last of her equipment as he entered her lab. That was the one thing he could do for her. He had always ensured that she got whatever she needed. He liked to keep her happy; and if giving her the things she needed to do her work made her happy, then he would ensure that she got those. He beckoned to her, indicating that they should leave, that there wasn't any time to waste. However the bomb went off, and he did the only thing his instinct would permit him - he threw himself over her in order to protect her from the blast.

With his ears still ringing from the ear splitting blast, he could smell the residue of the blast all around them. However, the only thing that really registered with him was the sensation of having her under him. Of all the times to be aware of her, then wasn't it. He instinctively wrapped his arms about her, holding her to him, wanting to simply savour the moment.

'Abby,' he spoke up a few moments later, moving from her slightly. He became concerned when she didn't answer him right away. Causing him to draw back slightly and look at her. There was blood coming from a cut on her forehead where a piece of shrapnel must have struck her. She was unconscious as well. Immediately he lifted himself off her, his own pain immaterial as adrenalin coursed through his veins. Dread filled him as his heart started racing. He checked her pulse, and he had just been able to discern it when her eyes fluttered open.

'Abby you okay?' He demanded.

He watched her eyes narrow at the sound of his voice. His hand automatically went to the back of her head, feeling for lumps.

'Where are we?' She weakly asked, her voice conveying her confusion.

'Your lab, the bomb was in Vance's car, it went off.' He spoke in his usual clipped tone. Having assessed her scull, discovering a lump where her head had hit the ground.

Abby lifted her head to look about. Gibbs helped her to sit up, keeping a hold of her just in case she blacked out again, then joined her in her perusal of the lab. Noting its, and the equipment within its damaged condition. By some chance of fate, the larger chunks of debris had missed them.

'Gibbs, we need to get out of here.' Abby murmured, turning her head to look at him, before slamming her eyes shut, the sudden movement possibly having caused her to become dizzy again. Regaining her equilibrium, she opened her eyes. Her pupils were almost completely dilated, the green rim only slightly evident. 'The blast has caused the chemicals to spill, and if they don't ignite, their combinations alone could be fatal.' She finished.

'Okay Abbs.' Gibbs replied loosening his hold of her for a moment. 'You think you can move?' He asked looking about them.

'I can try.' Abby returned, before he made to get up. His back protesting his actions.

He helped Abby to her feet then watched as she swayed slightly. Steadying himself, he moved to scoop her up in his arms.' Hold tight Abby.' He commanded as she yelped slightly at the sudden changing of position. Gibbs made for the door, side stepping the fallen debris, his back contesting his actions but he was not going to chance leaving her behind, not even for a step.

Once outside the door he set her down before turning to look at it.

'Hit the emergency switch.' Abby said indicating to the red push switch on the wall.

'The power is out.' Gibbs was quick to return. 'And the generators are unlikely to kick in.'

'The lab doors have a battery backup, in case of emergencies.' Abby returned.

Gibbs hit the switch. Then watched as a red light started flashing on the far wall of the lab, and all the doors started closing. He waited until the air lock had sealed before turning to assess their surroundings. Knowing that the elevator would most likely be out of action, he turned his attention towards the passage. It would take a while to clear the debris, and he had no idea as to the structural damage the building had suffered due to the blast. On his own he could go check on the others. However, he was unwilling to leave Abby alone, especially since she may have suffered concussion. He knew that the rescue teams would soon arrive, and decided it best to sit this one out, at least until someone could tend to Abby. He moved to join her. Wrapping his arm about her shoulders, he pulled her against him. It has always been easy to simply indulge in such actions with her, because she always took them at face value - never expecting more.

'You okay Abs?' Gibbs asked as she rested her head against his shoulder.

'Things are a bit fuzzy,' she replied, 'but I seem okay otherwise.'

'Just don't sleep.' Gibbs said against her hair.

'I try to stay awake.' She replied leaning into him some more.

Gibbs hugged her closer, knowing that shock would soon enough kick in, and that she would then start to feel cold.

Gibbs reached for his phone, hoping to contact the others and establish if they were okay. However the fall had damaged it, and he wasn't certain if he could use it.

'Abby,' he called, nudging his shoulder slightly to make sure she was okay.

'Yeah Gibbs.' Her unwilling reply came.

'Can you use this?' he asked holding the phone towards her.

'I can have a look,' she said sitting upright more, taking the phone from him.

Gibbs looked at her as she was tinkering with his phone. His gaze landed on the choker she was wearing. He had often in the past wondered if she only wore them as part of her dress, or if they symbolised something else entirely. His mind contemplated the chances of him actually buying her one, wondering if she would allow him put it on her, and whether she would openly wear it. He felt his body respond to his thoughts. He could see Abby as a sub, he would love to be her master, to have her entrust both her safety and her body to him. Then again, he did not like the idea of her trusting another in such a way, or that of another owning her in such a way. He liked redheads, because they were feisty in bed, they took skill to master at times. Jenny had been like that. However the thought of Abby… of her at his total command…

'Gibbs!' He finally heard her call. 'Are you okay? You kinda spaced out there for a moment.' Abby said, her voice having gone up an octave, possibly with concern.

'I'm okay Abbs.' He quickly replied.

'Why were you looking at my neck, is something wrong?' She asked, reaching up to feel it.

'No I was looking at this,' Gibbs retuned, indicating to her choker.

'What about it?' Abby asked, her forehead suddenly creasing into a frown.

Gibbs considered the likelihood of putting this down to a head injury if it all went south. Figured he could chance it. 'I was wondering if you wear them for a reason.'

Abby's hand went up to her throat, checking her choker. She blinked her eyes for a few moments before tilting her head slightly. 'Oh,' she suddenly replied having come to some conclusion. 'You mean am I into…' she allowed her voice to trail off as she touched the choker. 'What would you do if I was?' she challenged him in return.

Gibbs visibly swallowed, his throat suddenly having gone dry. He had hoped she would be more forthcoming. 'If I bought you one, would you wear it?' He asked in return, still skating the issue.

Abby smiled at that. 'Only if you put it on me.'

Her answer had blood pooling in his groin within seconds. He fought to contain the groan that wanted to escape him. 'I won't let you take it off.' He quickly decreed.

'I'll wear it with pride, and any others you buy me.' She honestly returned.

'We're going shopping, as soon as I've caught this bastard.' Gibbs decreed.

Abby waved his phone at him. 'It's busted.'

Gibbs just nodded his head, his mind already contemplating how he was going to take possession of her. He felt her settle against him again, his arm automatically moving around her shoulders.

'How come I never knew of your preference?' She softly asked.

'Because it has always been a prohibited desire.' He suddenly owned up.

'Rule twelve?' she asked.

'I haven't even made a rule for this one yet.' He returned, hugging her closer to him.

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May be continued.