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Title: Kissing You Forever

Author: WithTheGrain

Spoiler: None

Pairing: Abby/Gibbs

A/N: Written for the Gibbs/Abby Shipper Forum weekly Creative Drive for the prompt 'bruise'.

Gibbs opened the car passenger door and put his hand out to help Abby. Her soft lithe fingers rested delicately upon his hard palm as he helped her from the vehicle and swung the door shut.

Abby's eyes drifted to the dark sky above. "It's a nice evening," she commented.

Gibbs let his gaze remain on her upturned face and felt a tightening in his chest. He had been getting this same feeling off and on all night… every time he let his eyes linger. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her mouth glistened with lip gloss, and her makeup was subtle, because she knew that's what he liked. Gibbs felt his heart beat rapidly then slow again as he took a deep silent breath. He knew what his symptoms meant, had meant for quite some time now, but once again he chose not to think about them.

It was a warm breezeless evening and Gibbs' eyes fell over the black dress Abby wore. It graciously showed all of her curves. The bottom hem was at mid-thigh, revealing long beautiful legs. Once again, there was the slight tightening in his chest and he knew he had to calm himself before she noticed something hinky. When he finally drug his eyes back up to her face, he found her looking at him with a small smirk.

"Like what you see, Gibbs?" she teased with that sultry voice that always sent a jolt to his groin.

His heart gave a lurch and he quickly tucked her arm in his. "I know I said this earlier, Abbs, but you look stunning tonight."

"Stunning, is it now?" she continued to tease. "When you picked me up this evening, I was pretty. When you poured me some wine, I was lovely. When we danced, I was beautiful."

"Something wrong with that, Abbs?" he questioned as they walked towards her apartment building.

"Wrong?" Abby questioned. "Not you, Gibbs. I'm very flattered by all of your generous compliments. Any other man and I would think he had a hidden agenda."

Gibbs didn't reply as she handed him the key to access the small lobby. Neither one said anything more as they walked up the two fights of stairs to Abby's floor. Before they reached her door, she pulled him to a stop and asked, "Why did you ask me to dinner tonight? It's not my birthday."

"I need a reason to take my favorite girl to dinner?"

Abby tilted her head and seemed to consider his question. "I know you have a reason that apparently you don't want to share," she spoke softly as she lifted her right hand and trailed her fingers slowly down the middle of his chest. "Do you have a hidden agenda?"

At the light brush of her touch, he felt a slow heat rise in his belly. "If there's something I want, I don't hide it," he growled and grasped her hand.

Abby's breath hitched as he held her hand tight against his chest. She could feel the pounding of his heart and she saw something unfamiliar in his deep blue eyes. She knew she was giving him the perfect opportunity to take their relationship one step beyond friendship, so she waited, while desire pounded through her veins. But Gibbs lowered her hand and released it before continuing on to her door. Abby sighed as she watched him walked away and wondered if she should give up on the hope of ever getting more from Gibbs than just friendship. However, she knew there was no way for her to give up; that would be like trying to give up breathing.

Suddenly Gibbs was pulling his gun out from under his jacket and moved quickly back towards her. "You locked your door, right?" he hissed.

His hand guided her back against the wall as she tried to look around him towards her apartment. "Yeah, I always do," she responded quietly.

"The door is open a little," he explained. "You stay right here. Don't move!"

As he slid along the wall, back towards her door, Abby moved quietly right behind him. Gibbs held his gun tightly in both hands with it pointed at the floor. Before going through the door, he looked back at her one more time and was startled to see her so close. "Move back!" he hissed between grit teeth and glared at her. She retreated a couple steps. "Further and stay there!"

Slowly he pushed her door open and slipped inside. Abby waited in the hall expecting to hear shouting or fighting or even a gun shot. It seemed like an eternity before she heard a slight scuffle, a moan, and then a man burst from her door, running past her. Instinctively, Abby stuck her foot out and the man fell heavily to the floor, cursing. In the next instant, Gibbs staggered into the doorway with his gun pointed at the man's back. "Don't even think about moving, dirtbag," he threatened, then without looking up at Abby, he continued, "Call Tony. Tell him to come alone."

Abby moved towards Gibbs as he leaned against the door frame. It was obvious that he had been attacked by the intruder and Abby just wanted to put her arms around him and help him inside, but she dug out her phone and did as Gibbs had commanded.

The assailant lay on his belly with his hands stretched above his head. "I wasn't going to hurt her," he said excitedly. "Abby and I are friends."

Gibbs looked at Abby with confusion and she stepped closer to the man. "Rodney? Rodney… what the hell were you doing?"

The man made as though to sit up but Gibbs gave a low warning, "I said not to move! You know this guy, Abbs?"

"He's an old boyfriend," she answered, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

"Can you cover him so I can cuff him?" Gibbs asked and handed her his gun.

"You know how I love to shoot," she answered with a wink and accepted the weapon.

Gibbs put a hand to his spinning head as he moved forward and placed the cuffs on the ex-boyfriend. Then he allowed the man to sit up against the wall as he staggered back towards Abby. "How'd he get in, Abby? The door doesn't look forced," he said as he took the gun from her hands.

"I had given him a key, but I forgot all about it when we broke up," she said quickly. "Dammit, Rodney, what were you doing here?" She made a move to step closer to him but Gibbs' hand on her arm stopped her.

"I was just waiting for you," he responded in a pleading tone. "But then this dude comes in with a gun and I guess I freaked. You can't arrest me for breaking and entering; I have a key."

"Assault on a Federal Agent," Gibbs growled. He was barely holding his anger undercover. The thought of Abby giving out her key had his stomach roiling.

"Oh, man…" Rodney whined. "I didn't know you were a Fed. The key is in my pocket, dude. You can have it. I'll never come back. Promise!"

Gibbs no longer looked at the man as he concentrated on keeping his knees from buckling. He had taken a hard blow just below his right eye and then another crack on the back of his head, dropping him to his knees. But the thought of Abby alone in the hall had driven him back to his feet to chase after the man. "Go check your apartment, Abbs," he ground out.

It was twenty minutes before Agent DiNozzo arrived and took over the situation. Gibbs gladly let Tony take charge and walked into Abby's apartment to almost collapse into a chair at her kitchen table. Abby was instantly beside him with an ice pack for his eye and a package of frozen peas for his head. "Tony is calling the local leo, since this has nothing to do with NCIS. What the hell were you thinking, giving your boyfriend a key?" he asked on the edge of anger.

Abby hated it when Gibbs was disappointed in her and she automatically began to pace. "We only dated a couple of weeks and when we broke up, he had left some stuff here. Music… movies… you know. We were really busy with a case and I didn't have the time to get the stuff for him, so I just gave him a key. He's not the stalker… attacker type, Gibbs."

"First thing tomorrow you're calling a locksmith and getting your locks changed," he demanded in a rough tone.

Abby only nodded and went to the counter to pour him a cup of coffee. She couldn't believe how quickly the evening had turned from great to horrible. One minute they were flirting… or rather she was flirting… and the next Gibbs was almost killed. Well, maybe killed was exaggerating, but still, he looked like hell! It was another hour before Tony and the local cops had taken their statements and packed Rodney off to jail, leaving Abby and Gibbs once again alone to finish their evening.

They had sat at the table the entire time, barely speaking, and Abby knew Gibbs was still a little angry. "How's your head feeling?" she asked softly.

"Just a headache, that's all," he shrugged it off as inconsequential.

"I still think I should take you in to Urgent Care. You might have a concussion."

"I never lost consciousness, Abbs. It's just a bump."

God, she hated to see him hurt. Abby stood and moved behind his chair. Carefully she lifted the thawing package of peas from his head. Her fingers carefully parted his hair. "The ice has kept the swelling down," she murmured. His hair was so soft and she was tempted to run her fingers through it, as it was something she had longed to do for ages. Instead, she leaned forward and placed a soft lingering kiss upon the bump, breathing in the scent of pine and sawdust. It made her stomach flip over. Carefully, she replaced the cold pack.

When she moved to Gibbs side, she couldn't see his face because of the ice he held to his cheek. "Turn around here," she spoke soothingly. When he turned, he lowered his hand and Abby cringed at the sight. High on his cheek bone a dark purple bruise was definitely noticeable. Her hand reached out to rest lightly upon his shoulder. "Oh, Gibbs, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I ruined everything!"

Gibbs noticed for the first time that she had changed out of her dress into a pair of shorts and a faded Marine Corps t-shirt. It had been his shirt, but it looked a hell of a lot better on her. "You ruined nothing, Abbs," he reassured. "I'm just glad I was here tonight. The thought of you being here alone with him…"

She lifted her hand to caress his cheek. "He's not a bad guy, but thank you, for being here. Sometimes I think I could use your protection full time," she said smiling.

Gibbs loved the way her green eyes sparkled and he wanted desperately to lean into her touch, be he knew he had to leave before it became obvious just how much he desired to protect her. How much he desired her… period. Slowly he pushed up out of his seat. "I'm headed home to lie down," he said and tried desperately not to let the dizziness overtake him.

"You are not going home, Gibbs!" Abby responded adamantly. "You're in no condition to drive, so you're just gonna have to spend the night."

Gibbs leaned on the table and closed his eyes. He was supposed to be a tough marine, but god, it felt nice to let Abby take care of him. She was so good at making him feel better. "Alright… but I need to lie down," he relented.

Abby slid an arm around his waist as his arm went naturally around her shoulders. He expected her to lead him to the couch, but she kept him moving until they stood beside her bed. "Sit," she commanded.

"Abbs, I'll be perfectly fine on the couch."

"Sit! You are not sleeping on the couch. I'll sleep on the couch," she said with more merriment than she felt.

After he sat on the edge of the bed, she knelt and removed his shoes and socks. Then she stood and pulled his shirt up over his head, leaving his white t-shirt still on. She was having no trouble undressing him, and he wasn't protesting, until she reached for his belt buckle. "I can get the rest," he said grabbing her hands to stop them.

Abby turned with an exaggerated sigh, "Just when I was getting to the good part." Walking out of the room, she only took a couple steps before pressing her back to the wall and putting a hand to her face. Gibbs was in her bedroom, undressing, and was going to sleep in her bed! It was like a fantasy almost coming true! Her blood was hot, her heart raced, and her knees felt weak. After taking a few moments to calm herself, Abby went to her bathroom and retrieved a couple a pain pills and a glass of water.

When she walked back into the bedroom, he was laying on his back, the blanket pulled up above his waist, and his white t-shirt still covered his torso. As she got closer, he opened his eyes and turned his head. "I brought you something for your headache," she said, prompting him to sit up.

Gibbs swallowed the pills then laid back down on his left side, facing her. "Thanks. You know, you don't have to sleep on the couch."

Abby's hands stopped midway to setting the empty water glass on the nightstand. She didn't know how to respond to that without doing a happy-dance, so for now she ignored his comment. Looking down on him, she couldn't help but wince again at the sight of the large bruise on his cheek. Slowly, she sank onto the edge of the bed in front of him. "You want the ice pack again?" she offered.

Reaching up, he tucked her hair behind her ear so he could see her face more clearly. "No, I'm fine. Some night, huh?" His fingers trailed slowly over her shoulder and down the length of her arm.

Abby's eyes locked on his and she felt goosebumps in the wake of his touch. "You know what you always do to make me feel better when I get hurt," she stated.

"Mmmmm… hug you?" he said with a small smile.

"You kiss it and it takes the hurt away," she said softly. Abby felt a lump in her throat when he didn't respond, so she hesitantly leaned forward and placed a soft butterfly kiss on his cheek. Her lips barely grazed across the large purple bruise as she continued with the light kisses. "Feeling any better," she murmured, only pulling back a few inches.

Gibbs swallowed hard and was thankful for the blanket that covered him. "I… think he punched me in the mouth, too," he said tentatively.

Abby was all too eager to kiss that hurt away and leaned in to just brush her lips to his before pulling back sharply. "You didn't mention that in your statement," she commented.

"Must've forgot," he mumbled before lifting a hand to the back of her neck and pulling her down into a soft kiss. His lips teased hers and he nibbled softly. "Hmmmmmm, starting to feel much better," he groaned before recapturing her lips into a kiss that immediately had their tongues tangling.

Eventually Abby pulled back to regain her breath. "I knew you'd be a great kisser," she confessed.

Gibbs leaned up, hungry for more. He knew that once he gave in to his feelings for this wonderful woman, he would quickly become intoxicated. She smelled of vanilla, tasted sweet like wine, and her lips were made for him and only him. He felt her body slip down to lie beside him and he leaned over her, ravishing her mouth completely. When he pulled back, she whimpered and he smirked as she slowly opened her eyes. "That good, huh?" he asked with a husky tone.

Abby smiled. "I've imagined you kissing me forever, Gibbs."

"I think I'll keep kissing you forever," he mumbled and pressed his lips to hers once again.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please review!