Abby's next project

This is my first fanfic so reviewers be nice. The idea came from watching Knockout and Gibbs' willingness to help Abby build her coffin.

Disclaimer I don't own NCIS, though I wish I could.

Rating K+

Chapter 1

As Gibbs parked his car on the drive, he noticed the light shining through his basement window. He smiled, she was here already. Opening his front door, he quietly descended the stairs down to his basement and grinned at the sight in front of him. Abby was attempting to saw in to a blank of wood without much luck. Creeping up behind and leaning into her personal space he whispered: "Couldn't wait for me then Abs?" Abby jumped and turned to face Gibbs "You startled me, those sniper skills will get you into trouble one day." Gibbs smiled, "Looks like you're the one in trouble, has nobody ever taught you how to hold a saw".

"It's your fault I'm in this trouble anyway, it's cos of you that I had to lie to Vance, why couldn't I think of anything better than build a coffin".

"Well at least it's not a boat, with the way you holding that saw you wouldn't complete it until your grandkids retire"

"Hah,Hah, Funny Gibbs, are you going to help me or not." Gibbs smiled at a pouting Abby, "Here, Abs let me show you" and with that he reached out and laid a hand over Abby's and slowly moved the saw backwards and forwards." "See Abs, it's not that difficult".

With those words, Abby realised how close Gibbs actually was, she felt his hot breath on her neck and the warmth radiating from his body. She felt her body shiver and prayed that Gibbs hadn't noticed. Too late, "Abs, are you cold, I'll go and get you a sweater" and with that he was bounding up the basement steps.

With a sigh of frustration Abby threw the saw on the workbench, she couldn't go on much longer like this; she needed to tell him how she felt. She loved him, period, no ifs no buts it was definitely love. The love that had been eating her from the inside out, for the last 3 years, and that she was only aware of after he had left to go to Mexico. What was that saying; you'll only miss something once it's gone. And how true that was, those four months apart were torture. Of course, she spoke to him on a weekly basis, the only person Gibbs had trusted with his number, keeping him up to date about what was happening in the bullpen and how Tony was slowly turning into him. Never once did she ask when he was returning, just in case the answer was never, her heart wouldn't have been able to take it. When he had returned, she had tried to tell him how she felt but she always found an excuse on why she shouldn't tell him. She didn't want to ruin their relationship, what would happen if he rejected her, could she be able to handle the humiliation and carry on as if nothing had happened? Staying friends was safe, she liked safe, and she would just have to be content with the occasional hug and a kiss on the cheek.

The kisses!! She suddenly realised that the kisses had stopped, the last kiss was at Christmas but it had been she that had kissed him under the mistletoe. Something hinky was going on, why had the kisses stopped.....