Author note: Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter posted my life has been hectic and full of changes which left little time for fanfiction but thank you to Marish89 for giving me the kick up the backside to get back on with it! This chapter is a bit longer and hopefully makes more sense than the others! Enjoy and please review it makes me happy!

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS but I wish I owned Abby!

She came back. Well she had to; we still had to work together. But after some time had passed and I was beginning to think that our first kiss would be our last she approached me. It had been almost a fortnight and I was giving up all hope then my phone rang.

"Hey you're through to Abby," I grinned to myself as I remembered my decision to answer the phone a different way each time it rang that year.

"Hi Abby…" The silence that followed was only a few seconds long but it felt like eternity as she tried to think how to ask a favour of me after our last encounter and as I hyperventilated with anxious excitement. "… Did you ever tutor anyone in high school?"

"No, well nothing official but loads of people would scam answers off me. Why?"

"Tony is driving me crazy." I frowned trying to make sense of this disjointed line of thought and realised that Kate was really struggling so I threw her a line.

"I'm not mad at you Kate, I forgive you." I whispered it, so if she wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, she could do.

Another epic silence followed and then, "Would you teach me all the navy stuff I need to know? Because Tony is treating me like an idiot explaining everything really slowly and it's embarrassing. I want to show him what I'm capable of and I want to impress Gibbs and…"

"Of course I will! And Kate?"

"Yeah?"

"Breathe!"

"I thought I'd find you down here." Abby looked up to see Tony grinning down at her.

"Yeah finding me in my lab is a big shock!" I rolled my eyes and felt annoyed that I'd been dragged back to the present, to my life without her.

Tony chuckled and responded, "I meant literally 'down' as in on the floor, asleep. The guys have been saying that you must be really tired 'cause you're acting very zombie."

Interesting, so the others hadn't figured out what was wrong with me, and Gibbs hadn't told, not that I had expected him to.

"Yeah tired right… Why were you looking for me? Wanted to watch me sleep?"

"No! I'm just bored!"

This made me laugh. Tony was always bored. "Well go bother Ducky instead of me."

"I did, until he threatened to autopsy me while I was still alive and awake!"

"Good for Ducky, bad for me. I suppose there is always the possibility of doing some work!"

"Aww do I have to?" I laughed at his schoolboy voice until another voice responded.

"Yes you do!"

"Hi Gibbs."

As the guys vacated my lab to chase the new lead I drifted back into my memory, the memory of what happened that night. We both learned a lot.

I answered the door before she knocked which freaked her out, but I couldn't help it, I was excited.

Once we settled on my couch, each with a glass of wine, I asked her exactly what she wanted to know.

"Everything!" I laughed and took a moment to notice how relaxed she looked. Right then I saw the potential of a very good night.

"Shall we start off smaller? Like types of ships and the names of them?"

"Yeah that's a good start."

After about three hours of going over and over the information I had given her I saw Kate yawn.

"Do you want to finish for tonight?"

She looked up confused as if she hadn't noticed her own body's protests of tiredness.

I decided to take a risk, so as I said, "You look tired," I reached across and gently brushed a lock of her hair from her face and tucked it away behind her ear.

She shivered slightly at my touch but for a few moments I didn't know if it was a good or bad shiver.

She moved quickly. Maybe in case she changed her mind before it happened. And so our second kiss came about, and I remember it being just as incredible and world stopping as the first one.

It may have been the effects of the wine or her relief that I'd forgiven her or my relief that she had forgiven herself but that night we did things that if I really had been her teacher, would have caused lawsuits.

The next day when she correctly identified the USS Foster as being a 'destroyer Spruance class' she was so happy that she sneaked away to tell me and kissed me right on the lips and right in this lab that I stand in now. The thought of that kiss happening where I stand here in the present makes it easier somehow to come out of my memories. I sigh and mumble to myself, "Well if Tony has to get back to work I suppose I had better do the same." So I pick up where I had stopped to daydream.