Chapter 2

Abby waited impatiently for the email link to G.I.B.B.S. It had been two hours and thirty-six minutes, according to her clock since she had subscribed and she was getting antsy. She wanted to get her profile created and start browsing the site.

Her impatience had nothing to do with the way a certain Gunny had been dressed today; absolutely nothing to do with the leather jacket, black jeans, button up cotton shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, and boots that he was sporting today. Nor did it have anything to do with the new spicy scent he had worn today. Not a thing!

"Yea, right Sciuto," Abby mumbled to herself. "Just keep repeating that for about a thousand times and you might be able to convince yourself."

Checking her email again Abby grumbled, "Come on. What is taking so long?"

Deciding to try just once more before giving up for the night and heading to bed, she hit send/receive once more. Her cry of yes was loud enough for her upstairs neighbour to bang on the floor. Abby yelled sorry before clicking open the email. A quick read through was all Abby needed before she clicked on the link that sent her to the profile portion of the site. Creating her profile Abby skipped over a few of the more personal boxes such as work address and phone number but included her cell number and private email address along with her general home location. The site assured its members that any and all personal information would be kept confidential but Abby knew that even with advanced DOD type firewalls and server security the site could still be potentially hacked by a professional. So for the moment she would weigh on the side of caution and keep her information to a minimum.

Finishing her profile Abby hit save. Making sure her profile, avatar and file section were formatted and posted to her liking she finally clicked on the post link, ready to introduce herself to the list.

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Stretching, Abby glanced at the clock surprised to discover that she had been chatting and posting for over four hours. Her introductory post had resulted in over twenty greetings and soon she found herself in the groups' chatroom with ten women and five men all introducing themselves with actual names, photos and phone numbers.

The site owner was a woman by the name of Candace, who had married her Gunny over 30 years ago. She worked for a federal agency, Abby didn't ask which one, and had created the site over eight years ago as a joke but soon discovered the appeal of GIBBS'. Her husband was the man on the groups' homepage, lying across the couch looking out the window with just a towel preserving his modesty, the muscles of his back begging to be touched.

Candace's co-moderators were Kevin- a retired Gunny, his partners James, and Maureen- a photographer who worked for another federal agency. According to Candace the majority of the group were federal employees, retired military or active military. The group gave them a chance to not only indulge in their lust of GIBBS' but also gave them a place to vent about everything. All the members have met one another at least once and a few have even vacationed together. Nothing was taboo on the list and everyone kept everyone else's secrets.

The members were supportive of Abby's need to take it slow and Candace, Kevin and James offered to meet her for coffee, complete with Candace's grandkids in tow so she could get a better feel for them. Abby accepted and after verifying the time and place she logged off. Stretching once more Abby powered down the laptop.

"Thank god today is Saturday," she said, before climbing into bed. Her last coherent thought was of Gibbs in a towel before she slipped into sleep.