A/N: Three things here: 1. Thank you for the overwhelming reviews, author alerts, and story alerts. They do this writer's heart good. If you like my writing, you might want to go back and check out my other NCIS stories. Most are very long, but the feedback I got was very very positive. They are compelling reads, and while you can't read in one sitting (I reread them recently) you can keep at it. For the most part, the stories are full of love, sex, and tear-jerking tragedy. Everyone shows up and has a minor or major part. Gibbs is always the primary love interest, but that sometimes changes as twosomes become threesomes and so on. 2: As a few of you pointed out, I probably don't review every story I read, and that is true. I tend to only review those that are different, exceptionally written, or get my heart or other body parts pumping. That may be true for many, or not, and may indicate the number of my reviews or lack thereof. But I know I will try to thoughtfully review every story I read in the future. Writing is hard work. Writing well with little to no errors is very difficult. All of my stories contain sex and are character based. Writing good sex is very hard, and writing sexual tension is probably the hardest of all. I will try to honor other's well spent time in the future. 3: Foul language ahead. I don't deem it enough to change the rating, especially after reading some other stories where it is used with abandon and maintained a T. So, be prepared and cover your ears, um eyes, if you don't want to see it. Also, this is a transition chapter, as is the next one until we get to the very hot sexual tension.

So Gibbs… can I ask you a question?

Chapter 3

Abby was getting increasingly frustrated in so many ways. When Gibbs had finally come to the lab on Monday the sexual tension had sky rocketed between them. While it had always been a subtle under the surface sort of thing before, once she dressed more like an elegant woman and less like a teenager there was a marked difference in the way he treated and acted towards her. She liked that and wanted to move forward rapidly. By Tuesday she had replayed the conversation about bees and honey about a million times, remembering his breath up close to her, his body pressed against her, his well developed hardness brought on by her! Her body was wound tight as a spring and she thought if he didn't spring this honey trap soon she might just explode.

Unfortunately Tuesday he brought Mann downstairs as they were once again working together on the Shariff case. That was the very last person in the world she wanted in HER lab. She was furious inside but stayed cool on the outside. Jenny had been a good coach about how to go about this and she had listened. She coolly signed to Gibbs about Mann, 'had he broken up with her yet, why was she here?' He signed back to her that 'no, not yet, but he would when they finished this case'. Abby glared at him, and then signed to him 'that he just wanted one more fuck with the Col.' She then added with a smile 'I mean this is in the nicest way Gibbs, but fuck you.' Her jealousy was carrying her away and she said and thought some things she might not have normally. Had he just been teasing her yet again on Monday? Would he really break it off with Mann? Was he still fucking her? He sure as hell wasn't jumping from Mann's bed to hers, assuming he planned to follow through.

Mann looked both of them irritated with the private discussion, "You guys know I am standing right here? Whether I can understand what you are saying or not, I know you are talking about me and not the case. Should I just leave and come back when you are done? Then maybe we can focus on our jobs."

Abby looked at Gibbs with an 'I told you so look,' looked at Mann and signed 'bitch' and went to her computer and started rattling off the information she had. Mann and a very entertained Gibbs turned to leave, Mann walking much faster out the door then Gibbs who stopped at Abby's side, lightly kissing her on the cheek, lingering longer than in the past. He took a whiff of her expensive perfume, her sheath like dress that left very little to the imagination. He was turned on more than he ever had been and even in her jealous fit of pique could not wait to take her in his arms and never let her go. Dangerous territory here, he thought to himself. He then whispered close in her ear, "I didn't even know there was a sign for that word in ASL," he lightly teased. He continued more seriously, "I promise Abbs, after this case is over. I always keep my promise. You are jealous and insecure because something we have both wanted a long time is right around the corner. You have no reason to be. You have always trusted me in the past, don't stop now. And you look amazing today. I love your new look. I can't watch you enough."

"Uh-huh. You do it whenever you want to Gibbs. I won't wait for you forever. Maybe not even a day or two. I am amazed at the new attention I've been getting, and I haven't gotten any decent attention in a while. It's time to stop watching and start something more Gibbs before someone steps in front of you. Patience has never been one of my virtues. It is especially falling short now." She had calmed down now that Mann was out of her lab and Gibbs was standing so very very close. The tension between them practically hummed and they would not be able to keep it from anyone who walk in. It was a good thing they were alone in the lab. "And Gibbs, sorry about what I said to you. I didn't mean it."

"Abbs …" His voice held both a warning, a yearning, and a drift of the always unspoken 'please.'

"Mann is holding the elevator for you. Better get going, Gibbs so you can solve this case. Unless you don't share my sense of urgency?" And with that she turned and walked into her office and closed the door.

"Shit." Gibbs shook his head and joined a very silent and very angry Mann in the elevator.