A/N
Sorry guys for the late update. Just started a new job and I just got series 4 on dvd so I've been a little side tracked.
Thanks for all the great reviews, it makes it worthwhile
Three Months Later
Abby stood in the middle of the hotel room desperately looking for her other shoe before her client woke up. Normally she wouldn't mind walking away without it but they were 400 shoes that she had only worn once. Trust this client to have a shoe fetch resulting in her having to buy a pair of very expensive Jimmy Choo's hence the reason she wasn't leaving without them. At the same time though she had stolen 1000 out of her mark's wallet so maybe that was a sign she should cut and run. Fuck no; she was not forking out another 400 for a pair of shoes when it had to be in the room somewhere.
On her hands and knees looking under the bed Abby suddenly froze as she heard her client moan and turn over. "Crap, Crap, Crap gotta get out of here!" she thought to herself. "Ha there it is" she stretched underneath the bed to grab it. Just as she was about to pull back and stand up she felt something grab the back of her hair, trapping her arm under the bed.
"You little bitch where to you think you are going? I paid for the whole night, not for you to get up and run when I am a sleep. I want my money's worth!"
'And I want a good nights sleep in my own bed' Abby thought to herself as she grimaced at the pain being caused to her arm, 'and not to have bruises in the morning.'
She felt her client climb off the bed and he began drag her backwards by her hair causing her to shout out in pain.
"I'm sorry; I thought we had finished for the night. I didn't realise, wait and I will get unchanged again"
"I don't think so; you have been a very bad girl and will have to be punished."
'Crap!' Abby thought to herself. This could go one of two ways, he wanted to do some spanking or I am going to get the shit hit out of me. Judging by the way this is going I'm going to have some serious bruises in the morning.
Gibbs was walking back to his hotel after going for a night cap with Chris when he saw her peering out of the shadows of the alley, which ran down the side of the building. It had been 3 months since he had last seen her and although from a distance she still looked impeccable up close it was a different story.
"Susie?" he asked in a semi-quiet voice. She looked down at the floor and visibly sighed at the sound of her name. She had hoped to flag down a taxi and go home without any of the hotel staff or anyone else for that matter see her like this. It was no good for repeat business if the hotel staff saw her in this state as they were bound to remember her the next time she turned up with a client.
As Gibbs drew closer he noticed the way she was standing, the weight more on her left leg, one arm clutching the other. Her dress was roughed up, hair although down looked slightly out of shape and covered one side of her face that was red and had the beginnings of a black eye. She was still looking at the floor when he reached her, trying to back into the shadows as if they would suck her down so that he wouldn't see her.
'Too late for that,' she thought bitterly to herself, trying not to flinch when he reached up to move her hair away from the side of her face. She was afraid to look up at him, afraid to see the disgust that she knew would be etched in his face, but there was something in the comforting way he moved, the way his big hands cupped her face that changed her mind.
Abby, looking up, saw nothing that she should be afraid of. The concern was clearly there even though it was obvious what her job was. He surveyed her face and her arm before looking into her eyes.
"Did Mark do this to you or another one of your clients?" he asked while trying to fight the urge to find out the guy's room number and beat him to a pulp. He didn't care what her job was, no one deserved to be hit, and there was something about Susie that brought out his protective side. It was obvious from the first time he met her that she could look after herself, her eyes showed an age beyond what the rest of her looked like but she held a youth in sprite that he wanted to cocoon.
"Where does it hurt? Did you pass out?"
"Please Agent Gibbs let me go, I just need to go home". Abby turned her face away to get out of his gaze. His touch felt so tender, there was no trace of anger, and it was so refreshing. She gathered her arms around her self once more and moved towards the road intending flag down a cab. Gibbs let out a frustrated sigh.
"Did you pass out? Its important Susie, you may have a concussion. You shouldn't go home by yourself. Look, just come back with me and let me have a look at you, after that you can go home." There was a sense of desperation and frustration in his voice that stopped her in her tracks. Maybe it would be nice for someone else to care for once, for a man to actually care ABOUT her rather than use her for their own pleasure.
Gibbs noticed her stop, her shoulders sagged wearily.
"Ok, but it better not be far because these shoes are killing me"