The first of what shall now be known as 'The Boatt Chronicles' - misspelling intended as, well, that's his name. 'Kelly' is a little too feminine for this guy :)
Title: Silent Witness
Rating: FR-13
Spoilers: Any episode where Gibbs' boat has been seen, up to the season 5 final.
Warnings: Crack!fic, kind of threesome
Pairing: Gibbs/Boat/Abby
It heard many people ask how Gibbs was going to move It out of his basement and hoped he never gave them an answer. It didn't want to go anywhere; the basement was warm and cosy and he was usually always there.
It heard the others talk about other its, previous its, ones that had been destroyed and told Itself that he would never do that to *It*. It was special; It was loved.
Many people visited him when he was in the basement and, at first, that had annoyed It. It didn't like Gibbs being distracted from his work - sanding rough edges into silky smooth surfaces, showering It with love and devotion and gentle touches of a brush here and there.
Once, there was a blond woman who smoked. It didn't like that; the smell of smoke near by made It nervous, made It remember the stories of what had happened to the others. It was happy when she went away - happier still when she didn't come back. Gibbs slept in the basement on It that night, more comforting that any of those blankets the humans liked so much.
They'd all come to see it at certain points; all of Gibbs' people. It had met them all, knew them all by touch.
There was Tony, who Gibbs pretended to be annoyed with but who he liked, really. It did, too, though It begrudged Tony's visits only because it usually meant he'd come to take Gibbs away - something about a case or something, though why Gibbs would want to work on a case instead of it, It didn't know.
Then there was Ziva, who'd hidden in the basement and kept It company when Gibbs had gone away. Those were horrible times, dark days. It had worried Gibbs had abandoned It and wouldn't come back but Ziva's fingers had trailed along Its side reassuringly and she'd called him, making Gibbs come back. It liked Ziva, though she didn't visit often.
McGee had only visited It once. He'd been sad and Gibbs had given him a drink and what the humans called a 'pep-talk'. Apparently McGee had killed someone. It didn't know what that meant but It felt sorry for McGee, anyway.
Ducky visited occassionally, though he didn't usually help Gibbs work on It. He'd talk in the strange, reassuring accent of his and It would be soothed despite not really being able to understand. Ducky had different hands to the others, a different kind of touch. He was gentle with It, like he thought It was fragile.
The one Gibbs called Jen had visited before, too. She'd asked how Gibbs planned on getting It out of his basement; Gibbs hadn't replied. She had nice hands, too. A soft, almost delicate touch. Smooth skin. It liked her, but she hadn't been to visit again.
There'd been a woman who'd spent a lot of time with It and Gibbs for a while. Hollis? It didn't really remember. She'd been nice and had been careful with It, but she hadn't wanted to spend all her time in the basement with It. She'd kissed Gibbs and It had been jealous; she'd led him out of the basement, away from It, and It had been lonely for a while.
The last one It remembered was Abby. She was nice. She'd hurt It once, after spending time alone with It in the dark. It had been upset; It thought they were friends and then she went and did *that* and It had suffered for a while. She'd made it up to It, though. She insisted on spending time making it up to Gibbs, and It, spending evening after evening caressing Its sides, nimble fingers long and gentle, soothing.
She knew exactly where and how It liked to be touched, listened to Gibbs when he explained what It needed doing and did it without question. When It had an itch, she stroked harder. When It was feeling tender from all the sanding, she moved more gently.
If It could've figured out how to talk to Gibbs, It would have demanded they keep Abby with them for all times. It liked Abby. It really, really liked Abby.
One night something changed. It heard loud voices It recognised as being Gibbs and Abby. It heard a door slam and winced in sympathy with the doorframe.
Feet stomped on the stairs down to where It waited and It worried a little; Gibbs and Abby didn't fight often and when they did, it usually meant Abby wouldn't visit for a while and It would miss her.
Abby followed Gibbs down the stairs and It could do nothing but witness the two people It had come to love arguing about something It couldn't understand. Something about the others being gone? About it just being the two of them?
'And me!' It wanted to scream. 'Don't forget me!'
"You've got to do something, Gibbs. You can't just sit back and do nothing!"
It heard Gibbs growl and shuddered a little when Abby's body was suddenly pressed against It. Gibbs held her there and It enjoyed her warmth even as It worried that something was wrong.
"I'm not doing nothing, Abby. I'm not giving up and neither should you."
It felt her sadness, felt her pain and It felt sorry for her.
"I just miss them, Gibbs. We've just lost Jenny and now we've lost them..." It heard her sigh. "I can't lose anyone else."
"You're not going to."
It felt happy at that; it meant It wasn't going anywhere.
There was almost complete silence for a few seconds; It listened intently to the heavy breathing of the pair. Abby was still pressed against It, though not as hard as she had been. It prepared Itself mentally for them to leave It now argument was over but It was surprised.
Gibbs kissed Abby; It heard her sigh and felt her shiver against It. It felt Gibbs hands against Its side, firm fingers digging in to Its smooth surface as Gibbs pressed closer to Abby, sandwiching her between him and It.
It felt one of Gibbs' hands move and heard Abby gasp; It shared the feeling though couldn't mimic the sound when she was lifted against It, warm body arched into It...
... It remembered that night well. That night was It's *best* night.
Abby spent more time with Gibbs and It, sometimes just with Gibbs but It didn't mind; they always came back to It eventually.
It loved the way her hands would trail over It, lingering touches...
It thought It was her favourite, but It wouldn't tell Gibbs even if It could.
It was good at keeping secrets.