NCIS: Disclaimer, I have no claim to NCIS or it's character's. The List belongs to Shannon Gibbs ... she started it!
Summary: L.J. Gibbs is about to break rule number 12 with Abby, but there's a cold blooded killer standing in their way.
Title: Shannon's Rules
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Chapter 1: Rule Number 12
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was a man that lived by rules … his rules. Sometimes, rule were made to be broken. The funny thing about these rules, the secret behind them, they were a gentle reminder of Shannon. Yes, they were his rules, but the premise behind them was all Shannon.
Many years ago, a lifetime, actually, he met a beautiful girl named Shannon. One of the first things she said to him was … "You're not a Lumberjack, are you? I don't date Lumberjacks … rule number 3." And that's how it all began.
Back to rule number 12 … Abigail Sciuto. Not a redhead. A goth … sort of, but don't tell her that. Not what you expect to be "his type." There was something about her. The way she smiled when he walked into the room. The way she never backed down, when he barked out orders. The way she cared so much about everyone and everything. Sometimes, he couldn't be in the same room with her when she wrapped her lips around the straw to her Caf-Pow. He could and has, gotten visibly uncomfortable.
Abby has always had a crush on Gibbs but there was that damn rule number 12 and of course, why would he feel the same? He was her boss, sort of, kind of, not totally, but for all intensive purposes … he was. He could never see Abby as anything more than a daughter figure or maybe a sister … or possibly a cousin. Never a lover, but damn if those little pecks on the cheek didn't sometimes feel down right sensual.
He knew the time had come … he needed to tell her. His desire for her had crept into his dreams. His subconscious was telling him, it was time. He was afraid to fall asleep … his dreams were so vivid. She would be sitting on top of his desk, he would be in between her legs. Her hands would be running all over his torso as he devoured her with his eyes. They would kiss, he would run his hands up her thighs. Many nights he would force himself to wake up before his hands went any further … other nights … he made her scream for more.
They had a case … she had DNA evidence. In so many of there cases, Abby finds what they need, then they go find the person that links them to the physical evidence. Today was no different then any other. The DNA linked a cold blooded killer to a Navy Seaman's death. McGee tracked down his where abouts and the team was heading out after him. He was armed and dangerous. The usual amount of danger, but Gibbs had a bad feeling in his gut. He selfishly decided to tell Abby how he felt before they left. He signed it to her from a distance. As the team walked off, in American sign language, a language that only Gibbs and Abby shared … he signed …
I love you Abby … you are in my dreams and in my heart.
He turned his back to her and joined his team. Abby's knees went weak and then her gut went on red alert.
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TBC? Thanks for reading. Reviews would most definitely be appreciated, Judy :)