AN: Broke it to JenJen today that this fic will not contain any smut. She was disappointed. But really, if you look at the ratings on my stories, most of them aren't M rated. It something we have to be in the right mood to write.
MN: I'm with AJ on this one. There's something about trying to write hot and heavy love scenes while wearing a shirt that smells like tractor grease that just doesn't work. And we're tired. But maybe if someone gives us an idea, our next fic will be a smutty little oneshot.
A faint noise was invading Abby's brain, but it wasn't loud enough for her to be willing to fully awaken. She was entirely too comfortable. After a moment, the noise ceased and she began to drift back off. Just as she was nearly back out, the noise started again, but this time much louder.
The bed shifted and she felt a loss in the warmth surrounding her. The noise stopped and for one blissful moment she thought she really would be allowed to go back to sleep. Then a new noise invaded her ears.
"McGee…Yeah Boss…No, she's fine. Just sleeping in…0945…Well it is Sunday, Boss…On it, Boss."
His phone clattered back to the nightstand and he rolled back toward her, his arms snaking their way back around her body, his bare flesh heating hers. He nuzzled gently at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. When he spoke, the vibrations gently massaged her muscle. "That was Gibbs. Apparently he tried calling you and you didn't answer. And since you always answer, he freaked out. I'm supposed to get out of bed and go wake you up and make you call him back."
She grumbled as she snuggled back into his embrace. "Just call him back and tell him that I can't move."
"Abby." There was a warning tone in his voice and she knew she absolutely had to get up.
Reluctantly, she slipped from the bed, rubbing her eyes to help get them to focus. She slipped on her panties and scanned the floor. She didn't immediately see her shorts or tank top so she instead opted to pull McGee's hastily discarded shirt over her head.
Jethro followed her through the door and whined at her as she turned into her room. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and punched 2 on the speed dial as she made her way down the stairs.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
"Yeah Abbs." Sometimes with Gibbs it was hard to tell if things were a question or a statement.
She unlocked and opened the door, allowing Jethro to rush out into the yard. "McGee told me to call you. I was asleep. Guess I didn't hear my phone."
"Everything okay, Abbs?"
She leaned against the doorframe as she watched Jethro sniff around. "Fine. But you do have a tree you need to get trimmed. Makes a ton of noise against the siding in a storm. How's the case going?"
"Got a suspect in custody. Can't interrogate him until his lawyer gets here tomorrow. Should be home Tuesday morning. And tell McGee I want my house back when I get there."
"Sure thing, Gibbs." She dropped the hand holding her phone to her side as he disconnected the call then gave a sharp whistle. The dog bounded back into the house, dancing happily toward the kitchen.
Abby quickly replenished his food and water then headed back upstairs. She stopped in the bathroom then walked back into the back bedroom. McGee was still lying in bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. He was on his back, one arm draped over his eyes and the other stretched out to the side as if waiting for her.
She quickly shucked the clothing she had put on and crawled back in beside him. She stretched herself out next to him, body pressed against his, and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Everything okay in Charleston?"
His arm dropped down allowing his fingers to trace along her bare shoulders and back. "Yup. They have their suspect in custody. They should be home by Tuesday morning. And Gibbs says he wants his house back." Her fingers were tracing patterns idly on his chest and she felt his words as much as heard them.
"The elevator in my building should be running by the time I get home Tuesday."
"Oh, Tuesday! You have to go get your stitches out! And then you can start putting pressure on your leg again!"
In one smooth move he slid his arm down to wrap around her waist and hauled her over so she was lying on top of him. "I guess you'll just have to keep handling the pressure until then."
Her giggle was cut short as his lips met hers.
He had his eyes tightly closed and his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. It was almost the end of the day and he really wanted to finish the report he was writing, but eight straight hours of staring at words on the screen were taking their toll on his eyes.
He released his grip on his face and reached for his coffee cup. Empty. Great. McGee rose from his chair and fumbled for his crutches. He made his way to the breakroom slowly. The muscles in his leg were stiff, a condition caused by a combination of his day in bed with Abby and sitting at his desk all day.
The first half of that though brought a smile to his face. They had spent the previous day in bed, getting up only for food, bathroom breaks, and to walk Jethro. He'd woken that morning with her stretched out on top of him.
While, yes, they had repeatedly made love, they had also done quite a bit of talking. And they had decided that, in spite of the Rules, they both wanted to see where things could go between them. Since technically Abby wasn't an agent and he wasn't her superior, there was no official regulation that forbid their relationship. The only rule they would be breaking was Gibbs' 12.
McGee mulled that over as he poured a cup of coffee and added creamer and sugar. Under normal circumstances, Gibbs would be pissed at someone breaking the rules. He had made that clear when Tony had dated EJ. But this wasn't normal circumstances. This was Abby. She was practically the boss's daughter.
"I'll be lucky to make it out of this alive, but she's worth it."
"What Agent McGee?"
His head snapped up. He'd been alone in the breakroom a moment ago, but now Dorneget stood just a few steps away. "Uhhh, nothing. Just thinking outloud." He put a lid on his coffee then cursed audibly as he realized the flaw in his plan. He couldn't carry the cup while using the crutches.
"I can bring it by your desk on my way back if you want." The man moved to fix his own cup of the bitter brew.
"Thanks. I get my stitches out tomorrow. I can't wait to be back on my own two feet." He returned to his desk and had just managed to plop himself in his chair when his phone rang.
"McGee."
"I need you to find me three plane seats from Charleston back to DC, McGee."
Gibbs wasn't one for pleasantries. All business. And he could respect that. "Civilian or military, Boss?"
"We already checked on military flights. Nothing available until tomorrow night. Going to have to be Civilian."
His fingers were dancing on the keys, running several searches at once. "I've got two seats on a flight leaving at 1917, but I can't get a third until 0600 tomorrow."
"Is the elevator in your building back up?"
"Not yet boss." He mouthed a 'thank you' as Dorneget set his drink on his desk and exited the bullpen.
"Get DiNozzo and Ziver on the flight tonight. I'll take the one in the morning. My house better not smell like dog."
Gibbs had disconnected the call immediately after the last word was out of his mouth. McGee booked all three tickets and sent the information to Tony. He took a long sip of his coffee before lifting his phone again. He needed to call airports and the airline to let them know there would be armed agents arriving.
"Come on Abbs!" McGee was leaning against the doorframe, keeping an eye on Jethro as he sniffed around the yard.
Boots clunking loudly, Abby descended the stairs. "I was making sure we didn't leave anything behind."
He looped his eyes as he moved through the doorway. "You didn't need to check for a fifteenth time! We're going to be late by the time we stop to drop off Jethro and pick up my car. I have to beat Gibbs in."
"Relax, Timmy. He said he was stopping by here on his way to the office for clean clothes." She had closed the door behind him and followed him down the walk. Now, as he reached for the car door she grabbed his hand.
He turned to look at her and was pleasantly surprised when she kissed him, briefly but deeply. Before he had a chance to recover she'd practically skipped around the car to the driver's door.
Shaking his head he opened his own door. "Jethro! In."
AN: So I think one more chapter and then an epilogue will wrap this all up into a little box quite nicely. Sorry this took so long to get up. The last two days at work were special. Like "server crashes causing the registers to go down when we have long lines" special.
MN: Hmmm? What? Wait! She wrote another chapter without me!? Dammit. Bibs on the epilogue.
