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TITLE: Chain of Events
AUTHOR: bbfan
RATING: T
SUMMARY: A simple movement sets of a chain of events that would change their lives forever. Ten 100 word drabbles. Gibbs/Abby

"What do you got, Abby?" Gibbs asked, as he entered the lab.

"Well, how about a DNA match to your suspect. You've got your killer, Gibbs." Abby smiled.

"Good job, Abbs," he said, leaning in to give her his standard kiss on the cheek. Instead, he felt her warm lips on his and saw her large green eyes staring into his large blue ones.

Abby had turned her head at the last minute starting a chain reaction of events that would change their lives forever.

Pulling back slightly, he whispered, "My place, 19:30."

She sighed and smiled. "I'll be there."

The smell of Chinese take-out filled his living room. Abby snuggled into Gibbs' embrace as they sat on the couch.

"You know Gibbs, I would've turned my head a long time ago, had I'd known this would be the outcome," she said, looking up at him.

"I'm glad you did," he said, tracing a finger along her jaw line and then to a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear.

Their eyes met, the desire they both felt betraying them. Then lips met, tongues battled as soft curves landed on a hard chest.

To hell with Rule 12.

Their gazes locked. Gibbs eyes held hers as he searched for any hesitation, any reservation. But all he saw was her lustful determination to see this through.

Abby's hands weren't idle. Neither were his. A fiery need overcame them both.

Searing skin-to-skin touches, heated surges and exquisite pleasure ruled the moment.

Then, making every second a lifetime, internal muscles contracted, hips moved convulsively and involuntary moans escaped them both. They mutually peaked, lost in their rapture for each other.

"That was… you were… amazing,"Abby said, in between ragged breaths.

"Hoorah," Gibbs grunted, as he sucked in desperately needed oxygen.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Vance asked, after his head agent dropped the biggest internal bombshell on him since becoming the director of NCIS.

"Nope, but if it does, you'll be the first to know," Gibbs responded matter-of-fact, as he walked towards the door.

"Does the rest of your team know?" Vance inquired.

"Haven't told them yet. Thought I'd let them figure it out for themselves," Gibbs answered.

"And how, exactly, are you going to do that? Vance countered.

"Oh, you know, a little hint here, a little clue there," Gibbs responded, as he walked out the door.

"Abigail, there you are. Here, these are for you, my dear," Ducky said, handing her a stunning bouquet of black and red roses.

"Aww, thank you, Ducky, they're… beautiful," she said, eyeing the red ones, an oddity to her.

Ducky noticed her confusion. "I had a heart to heart with Gibbs, earlier today. The red roses are for him and of course, the black roses are for you."

"So…" she hesitated, words eluding her.

"I've seen your relationship growing over the years, this the only true conclusion," he said, the lilt in his voice ever evident. "It was about time!"

McGee had just entered the lab, when he noticed something odd, not to mention out of place. Gibbs was standing next to Abby, a bit too close, his hand on her lower back drawing circles, as if messaging her.

He didn't seem to be paying any attention to a word she was saying. His gaze seemed to be everywhere all at once, not where it should've been. Not once did he look up at the monitor. Something hinky was definitely going on. Quietly as he had entered, he slipped back out the door, he thought unnoticed.

"Gotcha, McGee," Abby whispered.

Ziva stood on the balcony, looking down on the squad room. What she saw made no sense at all. Closing her eyes, she shook her head, trying to clear the vision. Slowly, she opened them to find the image still unfolding.

Gibbs stood beside Abby, his fingers lightly and sensually caressing her neck. He whispered something in her ear and then placed a lingering kiss on her cheek. Quickly, he walked towards the elevator, smiling.

Abby must have heard her gasp. Looking up, her eyes wide, she smiled. Half hopping, half skipping, she made her way to the back elevator.

Tony froze where he stood. Confusion ran amuck. It had to be the four whiskeys he had earlier. Standing at the bar was Abby. The confusion was that Gibbs was standing behind her, his hands on the bar, framing her body. So unGibbs like.

He watched, mouth open in astonishment, as Gibbs placed a series of light kisses along her neck. Abby leaned backwards, her body becoming flush with his.

Walking outside and into the night air, he flagged down a cab. Taking out his phone, he quickly called his two co-workers, requesting a 'campfire' at 06:30 the next morning.

Tony, McGee and Ziva walked out of the elevator.

"Are you sure that is what you saw, Tony?" Ziva asked.

"I'm sure," Tony answered.

"I told you there is something hinky going on with those two," McGee added.

As the three agents entered the squad room, they were so enthralled in their conversations to notice that they weren't alone.

Standing in the middle of the room, Abby and Gibbs were going at it, lip-locked, swapping spit like two horny teenagers.

"I told you!" Tony yelled, pointing an accusing finger.

"I knew it!" Ziva squealed, grabbing Tony's finger.

"Abby?" Tim croaked.

Gibbs looked up to see Vance staring down. He saw a smirk on his usually stoic face. Nodding his approval, he walked back toward his office.

Standing back, Gibbs surveyed the scene before him. Abby was wrapped up in a hug with Ziva. Tony had his arms around them both, enjoying this way too much. McGee stood back with a forlorn look on his face. Abby must have sensed it. She broke loose, walked over, and said something to him. McGee reached out, pulled her close and hugged her. He was smiling.

Gibbs heart felt light. Chain of events complete.

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