Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don B and crew own all.

Author note: I do not condone non consensual play of any kind. Rape is NOT okay. So this is for adults! Adults adults adults!!!!

Abby was in the lab, sitting at her desk, her head down on the cool table top. She was trying to piece together the events of last night, trying to figure out who gave her the headspace of a fucking lifetime, but who also remained elusive and committed a criminal act. The only other person who could have pulled off a phenomenal headspace like that was Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

She debated whether to tell Gibbs, because whoever committed this crime…crime of passion, would end up dead, or seriously injured, and death was the better option.

She picked up the analysis that her computer printed out, and stared at it, images of last night racing through her head. " Until next time little rag doll." A sick part of Abigail Scuito wanted the man to come back, but she tried to push that thinking out of her head. It was wrong. But, it made her nether regions gush, her nipples tingle and her head swirl.

She had been in the alternative lifestyle for fifteen years, and nothing had made her cum harder than replaying the events of last night in the shower, over and over again.

The elevator dinged, and Abby sighed, she looked worn out, her hair was frizzy, her make smudged. She didn't feel like explaining it to him. She knew he was just going to blow it out of proportion.

" Abs. You look like hell." Jethro Gibbs said, as he stepped into the eerily quiet laboratory. Her music was off, her hair was frizzy and not pulled up like it usually was. Her usually impeccable make up was smudged, and her eyes were puffy and black. He plunked down the Caf! - Pow and then pulled over the rolling chair that sat idle. His cerulean eyes stared down at her hard.

" I was attacked in my apartment last night." She said quietly, ringing her hands in excessive fear, that Gibbs was going to blow up, or not do anything at all.

Gibbs swallowed his erupting anger, that wasn't what Abby needed right now, she needed a friend, and a listening ear. " What happened?" He asked in a even tone.

Abby sighed, and ran her hands through her ebony hair, she looked at her friend and her confidant. " I was just coming home from work, and the door was unlocked, I thought I had locked it this morning when I left, but I guess I didn't, and I…" She rambled on, a lost look in her face, teetering on arousal and shame. " I went in the apartment, even though my gut told me not to, and there was this man, and he…" she didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. Abby was a whole mish mash of things to Leroy Jethro Gibbs, she couldn't tell him that a man sexually assaulted her, and that she liked it, what would he think?

Jethro could sense the uncomfortable atmosphere that threatened to choke Abby, and seal her completely from telling the story, " Are you…pregn-"

Abby shook her head vehemently, " No, I took swabs and everything, no trace evidence at all."

" You're getting 24/7 protection detail." Jethro said with a note of finality in his voice.

" Gibbs, I don't want Tony and McGee to worry." Abby whined. Thoroughly convinced that if Gibbs involved those two that there would be certain bloodshed, it was probably a good thing that Ziva was on a sabbatical.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood up, drained his coffee and smiled, " No Abs, I'm your 24/7 protective detail."

" DiNozzo. Do you remember anything from your stint as Boss?" Gibbs said as he rounded the corner and smacked Tony on the head for playing a rousing game of Tetris.

" Arrgh. Yes Boss, I remember everything. Why what's going on? Are you going back to Mexico? Taking a vacation to Aruba?" The lanky agent said smiling rubbing his head. Tony DiNozzo was forty, and looked like Logan from Dark Angel. He was a Casanova, although not a very successful one. He was smart, and funny, and a little childish, Jethro had a soft spot for him, but Gibbs was hoping that he would be able to pull this off without fucking the case up, or disturbing the 24/7 detail on Abby.

Gibbs sighed, already exhausted from this little exchange. " No DiNozzo. I'm keeping an eye on Abby. Don't screw it up, either of you." He shot a look at Agent Timothy McGee, who sat quietly typing his latest findings on the case.

" Yes Boss." They cried in unison as Leroy Jethro Gibbs strolled out of the bullpen with his gun in hand, toward the elevator.

" Christ Abby, do we really have to listen to this music all day?" Gibbs sighed irritably at Abby, his ears were ringing, and DiNozzo had twice forgotten Abby's Caf! Pow which had put her in a foul mood, and disrupted her flow. As Abby commented Tony just wasn't Gibbs.

" Giiiibs." Abby laughed in a sing song voice, already more cheerful with the presence of Gibbs around, " It's almost quittin' time. So, unless you plan on following me home, then no, you don't have to listen to this all day." God her smile was delectable.

9:00 pm

" Abby!!!! For the eleventh time. Please. Turn it down." Gibbs pleaded with the forensic scientist who was playing the latest war game on her Xbox 360. He hurmphed when Abby just laughed, he decided to take it into his own hands, and snapped off the t.v. and picked her up and walked down the hallway to her room.

" Gibbs!! Put me down!" Abby's hoarse laugh echoed off of the walls, and tingled down Gibbs spine.

" Are you going to behave?" Gibbs asked, setting her down.

" Of course."

" Good. Now. Go to bed."

Abby shot a dirty look towards Gibbs and flounced into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Gibbs rubbed his hands over his face and sighed, he was too old for protection detail, but he couldn't trust Tony, or Tim. Not after the Mikel Mawher case.

Abby opened the bathroom door, and the pungent alcohol smell of mouthwash enveloped her.

" All ready for bed, Sir." She smiled, and winked.

Gibbs groaned and pointed towards her bedroom. " Bed. Now." He wasn't in the mood for her games. Jethro had topped Abby a couple of times, in the past, and knew how to push her buttons. Sure, Gibbs wanted to plow her, until she was a screaming mess of submissive goo, but, tonight, wasn't the night.

12:45 AM.

The hallway was dark. The black figure crept through the carpeted halls of Abby Scuitos apartment, the last door on the right. He walked into the room and smiled. She was the pinnacle of beauty. Her pale skin, and dark hair, those eyelids fluttering in REM sleep. Pure, intensified beauty.

Gibbs was surveying the outside grounds, looking for any strange cars that were in the neighborhood, it was the perfect time. The old man would kick himself for letting Abby get assaulted again. He slipped into her room, and slid a black gloved hand around Abby's throat, and began to squeeze. Eyelids popped open and fear, mixed with arousal stared back at him. He chuckled inwardly, " Hello my little rag doll."