Disclaimer: I do NOT own NCIS… Unfortunately, so I take no credit for the Characters. I am just a fan girl making her mark.
Pairing: Well… Gibbs/Abby of course! CABBY FORVER!!
Summary: Abby is scared and she won't talk to anyone, can Gibbs bring the cheery, innocent, little Abby back? Taking Place Right After BloodBath I suck with summaries.
A/N: Please Forgive me if Characters are a BIT out of character…
Gibbs P.O.V.
It was 2 a.m., and I was already on my way to NCIS headquarters. Sometimes, when I needed to think, NCIS was the perfect place, especially when no one was there. I could have gone and worked on the boat, but, I was too tired for that tonight… or, this morning, whatever. Stepping out of my sleek black Hummer, I walked up to the large glass doors. Unlocking them, I pushed one open gently, and slid inside. I noticed a light on near one of the offices, and growled. Who was there? I quickly walked toward the elevator, pushing the button hard, and hearing it ding as it came up from the lab. No surprise, it was always set for the lab at night. When the elevator reached the ground floor, I waited impatiently for the doors to open. When they did, I was shocked by the girl in front of me, curled into a ball, crying…
Abby's P.O.V.
Ok, so normally, I wouldn't be at NCIS at 2 in the morning, but I was too scared to be home. After everything that's happened, I still won't go home. I tried, I really did. But every time I closed my eyes I saw Michael trying to hurt me. I was scared. I hadn't spoken to anyone since they locked Michael up, not even Gibbs. I wouldn't even speak to give results. Instead everything was written down, or emailed. Or in Gibbs case, signed. So, people were worrying, of course, they didn't realize why. Not that it's that hard to figure out. I was curled up in the elevator, arms wrapped around my legs, chin resting on my knee's, and tears rolling down my cheeks causing mascara to be running down my cheeks as well. I couldn't say I had expected to see Gibbs standing in the elevator door, wide blue eyes, filled with concern.
No P.O.V.
Gibbs sighed softly, taking four small steps into the elevator before slowly sitting next to Abby. "What did I tell you?" He asks softly. She didn't reply, just continued staring at the floor, crying. "Abs… No one is gonna hurt you. Their locked away, they can't hurt you." He says softly. She still said nothing. Lifting his arm up slightly, he offered for her to snuggle closer to him. Just like last time, she accepted the offer, and curled up close to him. He wrapped his arm around her, taking her hand in his, and gently kissing it. "Abs I won't let anyone hurt you." He said.
"You can't always keep me safe." She whispered, and for the first time in three days, she spoke. Well, whispered. Hardly hearable as well. It was soft, and scared, and tiny. Gibbs sighed. She was right, but he wouldn't let her know that. Right now, she needed him to disagree, and she wanted him to, and he knew that.
"Yes. I Can and I Will. I don't care how many times you say I can't. I will, no matter what it takes. If you want me to keep you safe, I will. I won't let anyone, or anything, hurt you, Never will I let anything hurt you." He replied. She glanced up at him, her green eyes shining with unshed tears. Gibbs tightened his grip around her. "Abs, It's 2 a.m. You need sleep. Will you feel safer at my place?" He asked quickly. She nodded slightly and he helped her stand up. Softly pressing the button for the ground floor, his arm still wrapped around Abby's shoulder, he waited for the elevator to reach it. He hissed her head softly, and stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened. He gently led Abby to his car, opening the passage door for her, she climbed in carefully. Quickly walking o the other side, he got in the car, locking the doors to make her feel a bit safer, before starting the car and heading off toward his house.
Gibbs P.O.V.
When we reach my house, I look over at Abby, who's sleeping. I smiled softly, unlocking my door and getting out. I walked over to her side of the car, unlocking her door, and carefully lifting her out of the car. Her eyes blink open as I carry her up to my front door. She gently takes my keys from my hand, which is being used to hold up her legs, and unlocks the door, then clutches my neck, as if she is afraid I'll drop her. I can't help but smile softly at it. I set her down gently on the couch and kneel in front of her. "Abs?" I ask softly. She looks at me in response. "Where do you wanna sleep?" I ask. Immediately her arms are locked around my neck.
"Don't leave me." She cries softly. I nod, gently standing, pulling her up with me. She lets go of me, but she's so tired she can hardly stand. She falls back into me, and I wrap my arms around her waist. I pick her up once more, bridal style, and carry her into the guest room. She's asleep again, so I set her down, and tuck her in, before heading off to sleep in my own room.
Abby's P.O.V.
I wake up in cold sweat. Gibbs is nowhere to be found. I realize I'm in his guest room. I thought my grip of death around his neck, and my pleading for him not to leave me would be enough, but I'll forgive him in due time. I close my eyes and see Michael again. I sit up, breathing hard. Silently stepping out of the bed and walking down the hall, I find Gibbs's room. I slid through the half open door and silently tip-toe up to his bed. He's sleeping. I crawl into the bed, and curl up next to him. He opens his eyes, and smiles. Wrapping his arms around me he pulls me closer. I feel so safe in his arms. Like nothing could ever hurt me.
"Bad dream?" he asks and I nod. He already knew that, but he's Gibbs, so he asked. Of course. I snuggle up closer to him, and open my mouth to say something, but he gently rests a finger over my mouth. "Sleep. I'm here, no more bad dreams. Just sleep." He says, and I nod, already on my way to dream land.
