I don't own NCIS but I wish I owned McGee... sigh
Chapter Two
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat at his desk going over the most recent case file, over what they knew about the murders. Two petty officers, James G. McKernan and Henry M. Lewis were found in a strip club dumpster by a bruised drunken stripper. Upon the Autopsy Ducky found that both had copious amounts of narcotics and cocaine in their systems, that wasn't the strangest part, both were cut up like they had already gone through an autopsy when they were alive and their hearts were torn out. That was the cause of death. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the financial records and the officer's wives knew nothing that would help in the case. Even the forensics were leading nowhere. Essentially the case had gone cold. Gibbs vowed to find that son of a bitch that did the crime by Monday morning at the latest.
An earsplitting noise pulled Gibbs from the file yet again. He expected it from DiNozzo's phone but McGee's? That was just strange. Gibbs had never known McGee to be a ladies man, he barely gave out his desk phone number. Gibbs figured it was important since it was the fourth time it had rang in the hour so he answered it.
"Special Agent McGee's phone" he spoke, slightly annoyed. There was breathing on the other side of the receiver and then a click. The person had hung up. Gibbs hung up and turned back to the file, the phone rang again "McGee's phone" he answered again, but was greeted by a simple click. He kept it off the hook after that and decided to head home, to his basement to work on his latest boat. That was what he needed, to step away from the case to solve it. That and Bourbon.
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Forensics Specialist Abigail Sciuto stood on her tippytoes to retrieve the key to McGee's apartment. It was still in the same place it had been when they were dating and reaching for it brought back the memories of their time together. That was what she had wanted to talk to him about. She had realized her mistake form the years earlier and the mistake that every boyfriend after had been and wanted to see if they could make it work again.
The inside of McGee's apartment was relatively tidy for a bachelor's pad. Everything was in it's proper place and nothing was out of order, even though McGee did have his German Sheppard, Jethro, who it turned out was very pleased to have some human company.
"Well hello there Jethro!" Abby cooed as she pet his ears, he wagged his tail happily. "What do you say we make your daddy some dinner and then we get you some playtime at the park?" Jethro just panted and wagged his tail more, Abby laughed, she knew he was happy, now if only McGee could be that easy.
Abby had no need to check the fridge. She had brought her own ingredients, Jethro followed her happily, hoping to lick up anything she had dropped to the floor, unwanted. Abby had given him more attention than he had had all week and that made him extremely happy. Abby planned to make her Grammy Sciuto's special spaghetti sauce, that supposedly no man could resist. She knew McGee would love it, after all the easiest way to a man's heart was through his stomach or was that his- Nevermind it wasn't that important. McGee would love her Grammy's recipe nonetheless. It was said to have magical powers.
Abby set the pot on the stove and began preparing the ingredients. To pass the time she turned on McGee's iPod, sitting in it's iHome on the kitchen counter. She didn't care what the music was she just needed music to calm her frazzled nerves. The iPod began to play gentle jazz, that was McGee in a nutshell, gentle at times and yet so unpredictable, he had a beat all his own, a computer geek-for lack of better word- with tattoos, unpredictable, like jazz, and her type of man.
The sauce was just coming to a simmer when the phone rang. She thought to be considerate and answered it "McGee Residence" she spoke, there was no sound on the other end, "Hello?" she asked again, only breathing on the other end. "Is anyone-" A hand reached around her mouth and pulled her close. She couldn't get loose. The other hand took the phone and hung it up, tossing it to the couch haphazardly. Abby didn't know what to think, she was going to die while she cooked McGee dinner, how domestic! Where was the fun in that?
"What exactly is your motive tonight, Miss Sciuto?" a voice purred from behind her, a voice she happened to recognize, "I'm sure one Special Agent McGee would love to know" So she wasn't going to die while she made him dinner, what a relief and yet she wished she had, now it was just plain embarrassing.
"McGee!" Abby exclaimed as he let her go and she turned to face him, the familiar glint of happiness in his eye, "I'll get you for that!" she threatened, he just laughed, he was so much more free with her than he was at work, at NCIS with everyone else watching, the fact that Gibbs could arrive at any minute had him more skiddish than a lab rat, but there was no chance of Gibbs showing up at his house, at least Abby didn't think so.
Kiss him Abby! She thought as she watched him smile. She refrained, she didn't want to risk it and scare him away, that had happened before but not with McGee, but there was a first time for everything and she would not risk it happening now.
He noticed the kitchen and he smells of dinner cooking, that peaked his interest. "Cooking?" he asked as he looked to the kitchen and back to her, "You haven't done that since-" he paused and broke eye contact, he couldn't finish it. Since we broke up, were the words that never left his lips, so it was hard for him to face too. Then he realized "Wait!" he looked back to her "Wait a minute!" he looked to the kitchen and Jethro, wagging his tail at his feet, at their feet, "Is that what this is all about?"
Abby's face just held that sweet secretive smile as the phone rang again. McGee just ignored it and watched Abby as the Jazz played on, the Jazz that reminded him of her. The jazz that reminded him of her with it's unpredictable scales and time signatures and it's vivacity, the same vivacity that he found in her.
Something pushed him to pull her closer, to pull her closer to the jazz to the music to dance to, pull her closer to dance with him, to dance to the music that reminded him so much of her. It had been such a long week and it was nice to have human company that did not yell at you to find evidence or to find a murderer. He had missed holding her close to him like that so much.
"I guess it's a good thing I brought dessert" He whispered as they danced and the sauce, Grammy Sciuto's sauce simmered on the stove.
They stayed in silence for a few minutes, letting their feet do the talking, until the jazz piece ended. For both it ended too soon. The gentle tones of the jazz gave way to killer guitar riffs and screeching vocals. It definitely was not jazz, and was definitely not danceable. The sweet moment was gone and both wished they could get it back.
"McGee" Abby began sweetly as she watched him, he looked dead on his feet. "Why don't you go relax and I'll let you know when dinner's ready?" she turned the iPod back to soft jazz once more and McGee was liking the suggestion more and more. She pushed him to the couch and she headed back to the kitchen hoping that Grammy Sciuto's sauce would work it's wonders. No matter what happened she would break rule 12 and she would break it with McGee if he would have her after the hell she put him through.
McGee sat on down on his couch and slipped his shoes off, things were going as planned and with any luck he would break rule 12 with her that night, if things kept going so well, all he could do was hope and of course pour on the charm and hope that they could be together like before. So far things were going well. He laid back and relaxed and waited for Abby to return, Before he knew it he was out like a light, asleep, the smell of Grammy Sciuto's sauce in his dreams.
Abby poked her head out of the kitchen to find McGee asleep on the couch,too tired to even snore. She had come to tell him that dinner was ready but another thought crossed her mind. She moved quietly to McGee's sleeping form and leaned over, her face directly above his. She moved closer and closer about to kiss him when his eyes popped open. She hopped back, tripped over the coffee table and backed up nervously against the wall adjacent to the kitchen, a skiddish air to all of her actions, very un-Abby-like.
McGee knew what she had planned to do. He may have been asleep but he knew that look when he saw it, the look that said she wanted him. He wanted her too, he had never stopped wanting her all of the years since they had dated, but how far did he want it to go? He wanted to break rule 12, he knew that, but if it ended badly, again, he didn't want to face Gibbs, He'd castrate him, and if he did anything to Abby that she didn't like, she'd castrate him. If Gibbs found out about rule 12 and how they had broken it, he would castrate him. If Abby got pregnant, Both Gibbs and Abby would castrate him. Either way it didn't look good. McGee was going to go for it, no matter what the consequences.
McGee closed the gap between them and focused on her eyes. He put his arms around her and put his lips to hers, gently,a little unsure of how she would react.
Of course Abby kissed back and that only fueled him more, lead his hands to rove,explore more of her curves, it was definitely great to have someone to hold after the week he'd had. Abby wasn't objecting either, her week was just as overwhelming as his. They had spent hours in the lab together, but going over evidence rather than each other. The second option was much better, on that they both agreed. Things also happened to be going perfectly, that they both agreed on as well.
Abby's hands began to rove too, slipping off McGee's suit jacket and taking off his gun and badge, still as their lips never parted. She placed them on the side table, unused but not forgotten. That was when she found his handcuffs. She parted from him and held them up, a wicked smile on her red red lips. "Do you like foreplay, Tim?" she asked as the handcuffs swung like a pendulum.
McGee didn't know where she was going but she was Abby and he trusted her. "Well-" before he could continue Abby had forced him to the floor and cuffed both hands behind him, leaving him on his stomach, the typical perp position. He definitely wasn't expecting that. What he wasn't expecting even more was her walking away. "Abby?" he called, his face closer to the carpet than he ever wanted it, he couldn't remember the last time he vacuumed. He got no response, Jethro just began to lick his face. "Abby, come on!" She wasn't responding.
The minutes that she was away seemed like hours to McGee. Eventually she returned and strong armed him into a sitting position. She held a spoon with a bit of Grammy Sciuto's sauce that it contained. She held it up to him as she kneeled closer.
McGee knew exactly what it was. "Grammy Sciuto's better than sex sauce?" he asked, the last time she made that was the last time they were together together, as in dating, was it a sign? Was that her way of trying to say that they belonged together? Yeah right, she was probably just being nice after the tough week that they had had. She was trying to take care of him before she told him that she was dating someone else. Still he couldn't resist. "Now I really want to know just what your intentions are!" she said nothing, just put the spoon into his grinning mouth. "Just as good as ever" he complimented before her lips contacted his again, and she began to unbutton his shirt as they sank down to the unvacuumed carpet. Jethro just sat a few feet away, unsure how to react.
It was as Abby strattled his hips that McGee realized how much he hated his handcuffs. They prevented him from holding Abby, from touching her, from everything he wanted to do with her. Everything she was doing was driving him crazy and he could do nothing in return. He fought as hard as he could against the handcuffs but they would not budge. He could do nothing as she ran her soft, forensically inclined hands over his bare chest. He was going to get nowhere if she didn't remove the handcuffs from his wrists. Was she trying to drive him mad before she broke his heart again?
Abby's lips moved to his neck and he just couldn't take it anymore. "Abby" he began, pleaded, he wanted so bad to touch her, hold her, not feel like the unarmed man that he was with the cuffs. "Remove the handcuffs" she didn't seem to be listening. "Abby" he tried again, more sincere, less desperate perv sounding, "Please" she still didn't seem to be listening so he used all the force he could muster to roll over her, looking straight at her "Abby, please remove the handcuffs" That time he knew she heard him.
She pouted but finally agreed, then McGee faced another problem. The key was in his pants pocket and he was- well he was about to be embarrassed, to say the least. Abby being a forensic scientist, noticed the signs right away and she didn't mind, little did McGee know that had been her plan all along.
Before she could even remove both of the cuffs from McGee's wrists he had pulled her to him and kissed her with a force that even he himself didn't know he could muster as he carried her to his bedroom. Jethro would definitely be staying out of the bedroom that night.
Abby enjoyed the fact that he had taken charge and laughed at the fact that she had barely even needed Grammy Sciuto's sauce. They both realized it would be a delightful experience to break rule 12 officially, as they fell to the clean sheets that smelled of McGee.