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"DiNozzo. My place. 1900." He didn't leave Tony any choice, merely barked out the order, grabbed his stuff and headed out. Now it was Just before 7, he had steaks over the fireplace and two beers on the coffee table. He looked up when the door opened and then nodded at his senior agent. "Grab the plates."

Tony did as he was told, unsure of why he was invited to his boss' house. "Uh, boss…"

"Abby's worried about you."

"She is?" He immediately felt guilty.

Gibbs nodded. "She said something is off, wants me to fix it."

Tony shook his head, "nothing… I mean, I was a little shook up being down in that sewer, but… all part of the job, right?" He always turned to humor when he was uncomfortable.

"You know I'm not giving McGee your desk."

"Yeah, I know." Tony laughed. "I'm much too good looking to be moved to the back of the office."

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Talk to Abby if something is bothering you, otherwise she'll keep hounding me." He pulled the steaks from the fire and put one on each of their plates. "And if you need help with anything, ask."

Tony stared at Gibbs; it wasn't often that Gibbs sounded so… supportive, like he wanted to help.

"I'm here," Gibbs swallowed, "if you need anything."

"Gibbs…" Abby sat down beside him on his couch, with a huff. "I've got a problem."

"Oh yeah?" He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against him, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her temple. "How can I help."

"Guy problems." Gibbs tried not to tense, but when she patted his knee and shook her head, he knew she had picked up on it. "Not those kinds of problems, just… problems."

Gibbs waited her out, knowing she'd continue on her own once she was ready.

"It's McGee. We had dinner and he was like, I really, really like you. I just said thanks."

Gibbs was silent a moment. "That's your problem?"

"Giiiiibbs. I think he thinks I'm interested. Like, something serious or whatever. He's nice and we had fun flirting, but that was a few months back and now that he's spending more and more time at NCIS and I've gotten to know him more… we're just not… I dunno, meant to be."

"You tell him that?"

"I've been trying, but it's like he's holding out hope. And he just seems so… fragile. I don't want to be mean, you know?"

"You need to be firm, not mean. Don't lead him on if you're not interested."

"Yeah, okay." They sat quietly, watching the fire in the fire place. "Can I spend the night here tonight? I haven't been sleeping well and…" she trailed off. She wasn't sure how to explain how safe he made her feel without him feeling like she was holding out hope for something that would never happen.

Gibbs nodded and kissed the side of her head once again. "You've got your overnight bag in your car?" He'd trained his team and Abby to always have an overnight bag in their car – just in case.

"Yeah."

"You go grab it and I'll get a clean towel so you can grab a quick shower."

Abby was quick in grabbing her stuff, and grateful that Gibbs was willing to let her stay. She had stayed on occasion before – when her power had gone out, the occasional time they both had more to drink than they should have, etc. She figured he would have wanted her on the couch (she always saw a pillow and blanket, and figured it was for guests), but each time he'd shared his bed with her, making her feel safe.

Gibbs wasn't sure how he ended up with two fingers between Abby's legs, desperately trying to get her off before she finished him off with her hand. It had been a tense week chasing after their terrorist who turned out to be Mossad. Coming face to face with him in the morgue, Gibbs had wanted to kill him for everything he'd put his team through, but he controlled himself and shot Ari in the shoulder – to make his story more believable. But for weeks he had been losing sleep, all his focus and energy going toward identifying and finding him. Abby had taken on some of the stress and as guilty as it made him feel, he was grateful she had been by his side – providing food, company, comfort. But now that it was over, the emotional drop that came along with it, found him seeking comfort from her body.

By some silent agreement, they weren't going to fuck. He couldn't have her – not in that way – and let her walk away. He wasn't sure he could even kiss her, instead he sat with her on the couch, holding her close and working two fingers in and out of her at a furious pace. She was warm and wet and her body (still mostly dressed) was soft against his. Her hand was wrapped tightly around his dick, and he thrust into her grasp every time she moaned. She arched and twisted and eventually let go of him as he brought her nearer to her breaking point. The sound of the palm of his hand, slapping against her warm mound keep him on edge even though she was no longer touching him. She cried out and grabbed his hand, stalling his movements as she rode out her orgasm, her insides fluttering around his fingers.

He was in awe at how beautiful she was like this – heat radiating in her cheeks, her body trembling and her hair fanned out over the couch cushion. "Abby…" he needed her so badly, he felt as if he were about to fall to pieces if she didn't touch him again.

Before he could even ask, Abby was on her knees in front of him, her lips sliding around his dick. He felt horrible, he felt guilty, but he also felt so damn good.

She worked her tongue against the slit and then along the underside before bobbing up and down, letting him slide in as far as he could. Gibbs tangled his fingers in her hair, but only rested his hands on her head, not wanting to hurt her by being too forceful. "God Abbs, like that… just like that." His hips jerked and Abby moved with him. He was on the verge but just couldn't let go. Suddenly Abby looked up at him, her bright green eyes giving him that little extra nudge. He tried to pull away, but Abby followed his movements, and suddenly he was sending wave after wave of his seed down her throat. She licked him clean and then let him fall from her mouth, and rested her head on his thigh.

"You okay?" He reached out and stroked her cheek.

She nodded. "Can I stay here tonight?"

"Yeah. Go get cleaned up, I'll be up in a minute." He refused to think about what had just happened between them and instead focused on shutting off the lights and locking the door. He normally didn't lock the doors, but the rare occasion that Abby spent the night, he made a habit of locking up.

Abby was already tucked into his bed by the time he made it up. He changed and headed to the bathroom and then pulled back the blankets and slid in beside Abby. It wasn't often that he slept in the bed – mostly sleeping on the couch unless he had company – but he had to admit, that it felt good on his old bones.

Abby was already half asleep by the time he was stretched out beside her, but she moved toward him and snuggled against his chest. He wasn't sure he would get any sleep, but suddenly his eyes were fluttering open as the morning light danced over the bed.

It was like nothing had happened the night before, Abby yawned and stretched and wished him a good morning and then rolled over to sleep a little longer. Gibbs bent over to kiss her forehead and then hit the shower. She was up and making breakfast by the time he finished showering, and when he sat down she placed a cup of coffee and a plate of pancakes in front of him.

"Plans for today?"

Abby glanced at her watch. "I gotta be out of here in 30 minutes, I promised the sisters to help with setting up for a dinner tonight." She joined him at the table and they both tucked into breakfast.

Gibbs was surprised that things hadn't seemed to change between them. His dick twitched at the memory of the previous night, but he kept himself under control. Abby finished her breakfast and tidied up.

"I gotta run, see you Monday." She stood behind him and gave his shoulders a squeeze and dropped a kiss to the top of his head and then was on her way.

Tony pulled out a stool and waved Abby over. Kate had suggested beers to welcome McGee to the team, inviting Tony, Abby, Ducky and Gibbs. They all agreed except Gibbs. He had headed home as soon as possible without saying a word.

"Where's the boss?" Abby sat beside Tony and smiled at the others.

"Went home, something about this case hit him… hard."

Abby frowned. "I can't understand why anyone would endanger their daughter like that, she was so terrified. And then to find out it was all her dad's fault? Terrible. She's such a bright girl, too."

"Yeah, it was kind of scary," Kate added. "I thought he was going to kill him when we caught him. He shoved him up against the wall and was using his arm to choke him."

"Oh dear," Ducky shook his head.

"Guys… he said… he said I belong to him now… what exactly does that mean?" McGee was glad for the jump to NCIS, it was a considerable raise from where he had been, but Gibbs as his full-time boss was intimidating.

Tony and Kate shared a look, smiling big before patting McGee on the back.

Abby's phone rang and she pulled it from her pocket and was surprised to see Gibbs' name flash across the screen. "Hey…." Abby answered.

Tony caught sight of who was calling and tried to listen to the conversation without seeming obvious. He could only hear Abby's side of the conversation, which wasn't much. He watched as she downed her drink and tossed a ten dollar bill to the barman. She flipped her phone shut and hopped off her stood. "I gotta run, see you guys tomorrow!"

No one else knew that it was Gibbs that had called, so Tony didn't offer that information, instead he watched as she hurried to the door. He wasn't surprised that she would drop everything and run if Gibbs called, but it still rubbed in the fact that she'd rather spend time with Gibbs than him.

"Wonder who called?" Kate asked.

Tony shrugged. "Maybe one of the nuns, who knows." He squared his shoulders and looked at McGee. "You know, there is an initiation thing to join our team."

"Wh-what?" McGee looked to Kate and then Ducky.

"Yeah," Tony grinned. "Hope you have some old family hangover remedies. You're gonna need it."

Gibbs paced back and forth through the living room, dining room and into the kitchen. He needed something, needed to forget… The case involving Sandy Watson had hit him harder than any recent case he could remember. Not only had the child been in danger, it was because of the father. He couldn't understand how anyone could willingly put their child in danger and it made his blood boil.

There were a few things he could think of to help him forget for just a little while, but most of them came with consequences that had him thinking twice. It had to talk himself into calling Abby, even the sound of her hello had eased a bit of the tension. All he'd had to say was I need you and she was on her way. He heard her car pull up outside, so he tried to shake off some the physical tension, he didn't want to scare her.

"Gibbs?" She opened the door slowly and peeked inside, almost as if she were expecting something or someone to jump out at her. The tone of his voice on the phone had made her uneasy and she was worried over what she might find.

"Abbs…" Gibbs stood in the middle of his living room, looking lost.

"Gibbs, are you okay?" Abby shut the door behind her and flipped the lock before dropping her purse on the coffee table and moving toward him. She wrapped her arms around his middle in a tight hug.

"Need you." He tangled his fingers in her hair and gently pulled back, tilting her face to his.

"I'm here," she smiled up at him. "Always here for you."

He leaned in for a fairly chaste kiss, pressing his lips to hers as if to thank her for coming over. Just having her in his arms was enough to allow him to let go of some of the stress he was carrying.

Abby snuggled against his chest and worked her hands between them to tug at his belt. He allowed her to move them to the couch and work his jeans down, followed by his boxers. She touched him softly, massaging his thighs, her fingers dancing over his abdomen, followed by soft kisses.

Gibbs let out a ragged sigh as he let Abby take care of him, her soft touches easing his mind, her warm lips bringing his body to life. He exploded over her tongue a short time later, reaching for her once he was done, and wrapping her up in his arms. "Give me a minute, I'll return the favor."

Abby shook her head and nuzzled against his neck. "You called me for a reason, let me take care of you."

Gibbs was too tired to argue; instead he held her close, his jeans down around his ankles as they sat together on the couch. Eventually Abby helped him to kick free of his jeans and then pulled him to his feet. She led him upstairs and ran him a hot shower. She gathered clean boxers and got herself ready for bed. Gibbs wasn't far behind once he showered and together they curled up together in his bed. She wasn't going to ask questions, but Abby was left unsettled with how the case had hit Gibbs.

TBC…