Endgame

Rating: T
Spoilers: Honor Code
Summary: Written for the Gabby Collaboration Project – post-episode tag for Honor Code. First time Gabby. Thanks to Gibbsredhoodie for the beta and title and to Bamacrush for help with Jenny.

"Anyone hungry?"

An amused husky voice had both Gibbs and Zach looking up towards the top of the basement stairs. Gibbs felt a grin spread across his face as he took in the sight of Abby leaning on the railing, smiling down at them. He'd heard the front door opening and familiar boots clumping across the hallway floor.

"Me!" Zach's hand shot up.

"Looks like a yes, Abbs."

"Good job I brought pizza then." Abby held up the boxes she was carrying. "Hey, Zach."

Zach waved. "Hello Abby. I'm helping Gibbs build his boat."

"So I see. It's fun, huh?" She grinned down at the picture they made, the young boy standing in the circle of Gibbs' arms; it looked so natural.

"Sure is. You wanna help me?"

"Totally... although it looks like you've got things under control down there."

"Come see." Zach waved the sanding block he'd been using.

Abby held the pizza boxes up and carefully made her way down, watching her footing on the stairs. "Watcha been doing?"

Abby grinned as Gibbs took the boxes from her and she gave Zach a hug as she reached the boat. She glanced over her shoulder as she remembered. "Oh, milkshake for the Zachster's in the fridge. I didn't wanna drop anything coming down those stairs."

Gibbs pressed a quick kiss to her temple, his hand resting briefly on her lower back. "I'll get it. You want something?" His nearness, scent and touch sent the usual flurry of butterflies dancing in her stomach.

"Bourbon's fine."

She watched as Gibbs ran upstairs, enjoying the view for a moment before her attention was drawn back as Zach excitedly related what they'd been doing on the boat. When Gibbs returned with the milkshake for Zach and poured more bourbon for himself and Abby, he pulled sawhorses to the front of the workbench.

Lifting Zach onto a workbench to sit, they took a break for chow, Zach eagerly asking more questions about the boat. Abby smothered a grin at the little boy's seriousness and how Gibbs patiently answered the questions.

Afterwards, they all worked on the boat for a while, Abby enjoying again how natural Gibbs was with kids. Marriage and kids was something she never thought she wanted but seeing Zach with Gibbs, she felt something tug inside her that she didn't want to examine too closely right now.

Nor did she want to dwell too much on the looks Gibbs was sending her way.

She couldn't let herself hope.

They'd always flirted, sometimes skating so close to the line that both seemed to sense it would have taken very little to push themselves over it. And time and again, she'd clawed herself back from it when all she wanted to do was drag him down with her, preferably to the nearest flat surface and ride him into the ground.

And tonight, the heat from those blue eyes seem to burn into her, even with her back turned. She was doubly glad for Zach's presence as a distraction, he was something else to concentrate on or she'd have melted into a puddle on the floor by now.

Several times, Abby caught Gibbs glancing her way when she was standing with Zach and felt her heart beat faster as she thought she caught a glimpse of longing on his face, but he masked it so quickly, she was left wondering if she'd imagined it. Or maybe having Zach around was triggering the same kind of thoughts in Gibbs?

But she was probably reading too much into things.

Gibbs suddenly appeared with another bourbon behind her and Abby tried to stop herself leaning into the solid chest, suppressing a moan at the feel of his warmth at her back. "You better stay here tonight."

Abby held up her glass ruefully. "Yeah... had too many of these to drive… and too many really for a school night."

She'd forgotten how many she'd had, just slugging them down tonight without a thought, her mind elsewhere... or at least ten feet away on a gorgeous, powerful frame.

"You take the guest room." Gibbs went on. "You can rack with me, can't you, Zach."

"Sure." Zach tilted his head for a moment as he considered something and Abby chuckled at the familiar gesture she usually saw on Gibbs. "Can we have pancakes for breakfast?"

Gibbs grinned. "Ask Abby nicely and she might cook us some."

Abby smiled at the young boy, ruffling his hair. "Abby might."

When Zach could no longer disguise his jaw-popping yawns, Gibbs took the sanding block from his hands. "C'mon, bud. Time for bed."

Zach frowned, looking along the length of the boat's hull. "But there's still so much to do."

"And we can do some more tomorrow." Gibbs picked Zach up and carried him upstairs, and the young boy wrapped his arms round his neck. Abby followed them and by the time Gibbs had climbed upstairs to his bedroom, Zach was drowsily resting his head on the Marine's shoulder… and not for the first time tonight, Abby felt her heart squeeze at the adorable picture they made.

Gibbs paused outside the bathroom door. "Hey, Zach." Zach raised his head, blinking sleepily at him. "You need to clean your teeth."

"Oh, do I have to? I'm tired." Zach protested, rubbing his eyes.

"You do," Abby replied, exchanging a smile with Gibbs. "Your dad would be mad at us if you didn't."

Zach considered that for a moment. "Okay then."

Gibbs put Zach down and led him into the bathroom where he found a spare toothbrush for Zach before leaving him to it. When he emerged, Abby was clumping down the stairs.

"Just getting my go-bag, Gibbs. Back in a minute… I'll get some water for Zach too."

By the time she'd retrieved her overnight bag from her car and scooped up a bottle from the fridge, Zach had shed his pants, the small size NCIS T-shirt he was wearing swamping his small frame, and the small boy was standing patiently by the bed while Gibbs turned down the covers.

Abby leaned in the doorway of Gibbs' bedroom, watching as Zach clambered into bed. When he saw her, he waved, smiling. "G'night, Abby."

Abby approached the bed, acutely aware of Gibbs sat on the bed watching her as she dropped the bottle on the night stand. She bent down to press a kiss to Zach's head. "G'night... sleep well, kiddo. You've got your very own Marine bodyguard tonight."

She bit back the 'lucky you' she wanted to add.

"I'll be up later. Try and get some sleep." Gibbs tucked the covers round Zach. "Yell if ya need anything."

"Gibbs?" Zach stared at Gibbs with all the seriousness only a young boy could muster up. "Will you find my dad?"

Gibbs held Zach's eyes. "I will." He gestured at Abby. "The team will."

"Promise?"

Gibbs held out his hand. "Promise." Abby bit her lip as Gibbs replied, hoping it was a promise they could keep.

Zach placed his small hand inside Gibbs' own and they solemnly shook on it. "Okay then." As if satisfied with that, Zach snuggled down under the covers and closed his eyes.

Gibbs smoothed the covers straight, seemingly lost in thought as he stared at the young boy. He shook himself and looked up at Abby, summoning a smile as he stood. "C'mon... you up for more boat?"

"Always." She allowed him to take her hand and lead her from the room, savouring the feel of his warm fingers curled round hers.

Two days later, Zach spent another morning in Abby' s lab and this time, Ducky wasn't there to amuse the young boy with magic tricks. So Abby had sat him in her chair with a book, although Zach seemed quite happy right now dividing his time between listening to his iPod and watching her work, asking the occasional question.

His next one made her chuckle. "What does hubba hubba mean, Abby?"

She smiled at him as she considered. "Good question. Well, it kinda means, I like what I see, I guess... Why? Where did you hear it, Zach?"

"Oh, Gibbs said it to that pretty lady that came by the house last night."

Caught off-guard, Abby clutched the edge of the workbench, feeling her stomach lurch, a familiar feeling of jealousy gripping her as she realized it could be another of Gibbs' seemingly endless harem of redheads.

She knew she wouldn't like the answer but heard herself asking the question anyway. "What pretty lady was that, Zach?"

"The one in the green dress." Zach glanced up. "She works here. She's the boss I think."

Oh... that pretty lady. Well, that's just... peachy.

"Okay, Zach. I know who you mean now." She swallowed around the unpleasant thought, pasting on a smile for Zach. "Then she must have looked very pretty."

Zach considered for a moment. "She asked Gibbs if he liked her new dress."

She fought to keep her voice normal rather than give in to her urge to punch something. "Did she?"

She'd often suspected that there was more of a personal history between Gibbs and Jenny than either of them had let on, and certainly Jenny didn't hold back from flirting with Gibbs at what seemed like every opportunity; something that had seemed to escalate lately, much to Abby's disgust.

So it was partly that and partly Jenny's attempt to change how she dressed for work and now being lumbered with Chip as an assistant that made Abby want to land a right hook on the Madam Director's face every time she saw her.

"Uh-huh." Before Abby could figure out how to ask Zach any more questions, the young boy went on. "But he said he hadn't decided yet."

Abby let out a surprised laugh, as much for Zach's ability to memorize conversations as Gibbs' response.

"Oh, did he?"

That sounded like one of Gibbs' snippy replies so perhaps there was some hope yet? Although she'd also heard him use something similar when he was intrigued by someone and she'd seen his reaction to women often enough to know the guy did like a challenge.

After staying overnight at Gibbs' house in the guest bedroom the other night, Abby had cooked them both pancakes for breakfast the next morning, and she'd surprised herself by enjoying the domesticity of the whole thing.

But last night, Abby had worked most of the night on the evidence and hadn't been able to spend the evening at his house as Gibbs had invited her, at Zach's urging. Abby wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, seeing as how the 'pretty lady' had dropped by.

Abby eyed Zach playing happily on his iPod for a moment, her thoughts occupied with whether Madam Director had also left last night or if she'd cooked pancakes for them all at breakfast.

In the bullpen later, Abby watched, smiling as Zach bounced in his dad's arms, babbling away excitedly. She glanced over at Gibbs, and was startled to see an expression on his face she couldn't quite read.

She knew he'd been affected by Zach being around these past few days. It was obvious that Gibbs had really taken to the boy and everyone had been worried that Gibbs was letting his affection for Zach color his judgement about Commander Tanner.

She understood their concerns but she didn't share them.

If Gibbs was prepared to believe Zach's dad was innocent, if he trusted his son's instincts, then that was good enough for Abby as well.

And Gibbs' gut had been proved right.

But that wasn't what she was reading on his face now.

It wasn't satisfaction at being proved right or even just plain warmth for Zach... it was a flash of intense pain, following by the same longing she thought she'd caught on his face the other night at his house, and she wondered at it.

"C'mon, buddy. Say goodbye to these good people and let's go home." Tanner couldn't hide his tiredness, the wounds he'd suffered from his torture obvious on his face and wrists, despite his treatment at Bethesda. Really he should still be in hospital but no one had had the heart or the guts to try to separate father from son a moment longer, and his joy at his reunion with Zach matched his son's.

"Okay, daddy." Zach looked round and his face lit up as he spotted Abby. "Abby!" He held out his arms and squirmed until his dad set him on his feet, and he set off, running towards Abby, who bent and laughingly scooped him up as he reached her.

As she staggered under the sudden extra weight, Abby felt a solid presence at her back and strong hands on her waist as Gibbs steadied her.

"Hey, Zachster." She grinned at Zach. "Gonna miss you but I'm so glad your dad's okay."

"Me too, Abby. Gonna miss you too." Zach hugged her round her neck, looking over her shoulder and held out his arms. "Bye, Gibbs. Thank you for finding my dad."

Gibbs moved up beside her, taking Zach from her arms and hugging the small boy. "Promised I would."

Standing close, Abby bit her lip as she tried to hold back the tears at the sight of the two of them, her hand still resting on Zach's back, feeling the heat and brush of Gibbs' fingers against hers. Her eyes met Gibbs' and she found herself unable to look away.

Tony distracted her by suddenly appearing at their side and high fiving Zach. Tanner walked over, taking Zach's hand when he was set back on his feet by Gibbs.

Tanner held out his hand and Gibbs shook it, mindful of the bandage round his wrist. "I'll never be able to thank you enough, Agent Gibbs, for not giving up on me... and for looking after Zach." Tanner looked round and held eye contact with each of them, as Ziva and McGee moved up next to Tony. "All of you."

Abby stayed next to Gibbs, sensing the tension vibrating through his body as he watched Zach walk away, holding his father's hand and talking nineteen to the dozen. As Tanner and Zach turned to face front in the elevator, Zach waved back as Abby and Tony waved and called out their goodbyes again.

As the door closed on them, it left the bullpen feeling strangely quiet.

For such a small boy, Zach had a hell of a presence.

And one hell of an impact, Abby thought as she glanced at Gibbs.

"Great kid." Tony declared before heading back to his desk, Ziva and McGee turning away too.

"He is that." Abby agreed quietly. Gibbs was still staring at the elevator doors and she suppressed the urge to reach out for his hand with difficulty. "You okay?"

She saw the visible effort it took for Gibbs to shake himself out of whatever thoughts he was dwelling on, but the small smile he sent her way was at least genuine as he turned to face her.

"Yeah... Good kid."

"He is. And he still reminds me of a mini you." She examined his eyes as he held her gaze, his expression softening and eyes beginning to twinkle with humour. Abby debated with herself before deciding what the heck, she had nothing to lose. "Want some company later? That is... if you're not expecting company already?"

Gibbs frowned. "Not expecting any company." He hesitated before admitting. "Be glad of yours though. Takeout's on me this time."

Abby smiled, reaching out impulsively to squeeze his hand. "You're on. I'll get my stuff." As she turned away to go back to her lab, she felt prickling at the back of her neck and looked up to see Jenny gazing down on them both from above, her expression unreadable.

Gibbs watched Abby eat the last of her takeout, perched next to him on a sawhorse, her chopsticks waving about as she animatedly related a story about Carol at university, her mouth curved in a smile of reminiscence.

He'd been in two minds tonight whether he wanted company or not.

After the memories provoked by Zach's presence in his house, one part of him wanted to be alone... to settle his mind. But he knew that in this house of ghosts, he'd be more likely to drown his mind in a bottle of bourbon and pass out under his boat.

So an evening in Abby's company was probably healthier... in lots of ways.

She was oblivious of course to why he might be feeling unsettled. Like all of his team, she didn't know about the loss of his first wife and daughter. Hell, she didn't even know they existed, never mind how they'd died.

But if he wanted his relationship with Abby to go that next step, then one day he was going to have to 'fess up, if he could.

He couldn't be sure how Abby would react to the news but given her generous nature, and how well she seemed to understand him and accept the darkness inside him, Gibbs had more hope for Abby accepting his past than he'd had with any of his women for a long time.

But that was for the future... if Abby was interested in taking their relationship beyond friendship. He was almost sure she did… almost.

They'd been spending a lot of time together lately outside work and he wanted more.

So much more.

There'd been a physical attraction between them from day one, which had only intensified as far as he was concerned. Some days, he literally ached with wanting her so much. And there were weeks when she was being particularly flirtatious and sexy that he was in danger of having to buy his right hand dinner, given the time he spent in the shower easing the tension.

And he knew he needed her mentally as well as physically. And seeing Abby with Zach these past few days had reignited a long buried yearning that had blindsided him.

Gibbs came out of his thoughts to see Abby gazing at him, smiling, her green eyes sparkling. "Earth to Gibbs, anyone home?"

Gibbs shook himself, grinning. "Miles away."

"So I see... you want any more of that? Coz I'm full." Abby gestured at the remaining takeout cartons scattered over the table.

"Nope..." He stood up and began gathering the cartons, aware of Abby's curious gaze on him the whole time. "I'll get coffee."

Before either of them could move, they heard the front door open and the unmistakeable click of heels cross the hall.

"Looks like you got company after all."

Gibbs glanced sharply at Abby, surprised at the glum bitterness in her voice and the defeat on her face but before he could comment, Jenny appeared at the top of the basement steps. Even though Jenny must have seen Abby's hearse parked out front, Gibbs saw the redhead flash a quick glance at Abby. He could read Jenny well enough to see it was a faked surprise... but nor was it a friendly glance.

Gibbs felt Abby tense beside him and he moved nearer the stairs to draw Jenny's attention away, feeling annoyance himself at Jenny's appearance two nights running.

Jenny held up a bottle as she descended the steps. "I brought the good stuff, Jethro, but I see you already have company."

He chose not to answer directly. "Not got another date tonight, Jen?"

Jenny gestured down at her outfit of close fitting black pants and a green blouse. "As I'm not all decked out again, as you put it last night, no, I haven't got a date tonight. I thought you might want some company after Zach... after you were proved right, but I can see I was wrong."

Gibbs didn't answer and hesitated about leaving the two women together, given the sudden tension in the atmosphere.

Jenny turned to Abby after she set the bottle on the workbench. "Anyway, now I've caught you here, Abby, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. How are things going with Charles?"

"He creeps me out." Abby's reply instantly had Gibbs' attention.

A flash of annoyance shot across Jenny's face. "I didn't ask about his personality, Abby, just his ability to do his job."

Gibbs could see Abby struggling with her temper, but held back from intervening, knowing Abby wouldn't thank him for jumping in. "Well, Madam Director, he can do his job... just. In fact, technically he's very good."

"Well, that's okay then… and as for his personality?" Jenny shrugged. "Well… we can't all have the luxury of liking all our co-workers and..."

Abby held up her finger as she interrupted. "But… he doesn't yet know how to do that job."

Jenny frowned, folding her arms. "Explain. I don't see the difference."

"Well… Chip will do what you tell him to, very competently. But he doesn't know how to take the initiative..." Abby waved her hands as she explained. "He doesn't always get what the next steps should be, doesn't know how to make those big leaps that we all need... at least those to keep up with our increasingly demanding agents." Abby shot him a bright smile and Gibbs rolled his eyes. "I guess what I'm saying is he doesn't anticipate. So he's got a long way to go..."

"Good job you're there to train him then, isn't it, Abby?"

Abby raised an eyebrow. "Train him. I thought he was supposed to be my assistant. Now I've got to find the time to train him."

Jenny waved her hand dismissively. "Figure of speech… I suggest you think of Chip as your new probie. New people always have to get used to our ways and our demanding agents." She flashed a smile at Gibbs, who was still looking at Abby so he didn't miss the way Abby's hands clenched at her sides.

"Maybe so," Abby conceded, and Gibbs winced internally as she plowed on stubbornly. This wasn't the way to 'handle' Jenny but it was a very good way to antagonise her. "But as I said, he drives me crazy so the sooner he leaves the better. I'd rather work alone."

Jenny stared at her impassively. "I'll say when he's done, Abby."

Abby straightened, her eyes narrowing. "If he creeps me out anymore and doesn't leave, then I might be the one who'll be done."

"You threatening to resign, Abby?"

Gibbs could keep quiet no longer and interrupted before Abby could bait Jenny any further and end up being fired.

"No, she's not." He snapped, not liking the amused anger he could see deep in the redhead's eyes, as if she'd gotten the reaction she wanted. He turned back to Abby. "If he's not cutting it, Abbs, or he does anything that's inappropriate, I wanna know. You got that?"

Abby's expression softened as she met his gaze. "Got it."

Jenny cut in. "Yes, well, this isn't the time or the place to discuss this. We'll talk some more at the Navy Yard, Abby. I'll leave you both to your... evening. Although I might as well leave this." She gestured at the bottle on the workbench before smiling at Gibbs and moving towards the stairs.

Gibbs caught a flash of something on Abby's face as Jenny deliberately brushed closely past him, but Abby turned away before he could be sure of it. Gibbs waited till he heard the front door close before following Jenny up the stairs and locking the door. By the time, he'd made coffee and descended to the basement, Abby was working away on the boat again, her back to him.

He placed the coffee on the workbench beside her and she glanced his way. "Thanks, Gibbs."

Gibbs sipped his coffee, eyeing her for a moment as she worked, his gaze roaming over the graceful way her back stretched into her movements. "Something bothering you about Chip?"

Abby sighed and paused in her sanding, turning to face him. "I was serious about him creeping me out, Gibbs... I wasn't just saying it to piss off the Director. He makes me nervous and I can't relax around him and it affects my concentration but I can't put my finger on why... which I guess makes it difficult to get rid of him," she conceded, reluctantly.

"If there's a problem, Abbs, we'll deal with it. But it shouldn't make you threaten to walk out. Don't give Jen ammunition like that."

"I know… that was really dumb. I let my temper get the better of me," she admitted ruefully.

"I noticed."

Abby gave a dry chuckle. "But it doesn't hurt to remind the Director how much I'm headhunted and how I could just walk into another job." Abby held his gaze. "But I don't wanna leave, of course I don't. I can't imagine not working there, not seeing you... and the team every day. So I guess I can put up with Chipper a bit longer... especially now he's shaved off that moustache. I swear it had a life of its own."

Gibbs chuckled before sobering. "Meant what I said. If he does anything..."

"Hinky," she finished for him with a smile.

"Yeah, hinky. You find me."

Abby nodded. "I will. Pinky promise." She held out her little finger and he grinned as they shook.

They worked in silence, side by side for a while until Gibbs broke it, unable to get that verbal cat fight out of his head and he watched Abby carefully as he spoke.

"Wanna tell me what other beef you got with Jenny?"

Instant shoulder tension told him he'd hit a nerve and he watched Abby visibly make an effort to relax her hands round the sanding block she was clutching. "You mean other than her trying to make me dress like a Barbie Doll and dumping Chip on me?"

"Yeah… other than that. Is there more?"

Her reaction told him there was and he hoped he'd got it right. What he'd seen smacked of jealousy… from both women, but there was only one woman's jealousy he was interested in pursuing.

His wounds where Jenny was concerned were too deep… her betrayal too much of a warning flag. But from her signals lately, he'd wondered if Jenny was regretting her 'no off the job' decision.

He wasn't.

As far as he was concerned, they were done.

Abby sighed again. "No… no beef, Gibbs, not really."

"Sure sounded like one."

Abby shrugged. "It's not important."

Gibbs turned sideways, trying to catch her eye but Abby avoided his gaze. "Sure sounded like it was," he repeated, stepping close before asking softly. "You can tell me, Abbs. You know that."

He put an arm round her shoulders, not missing the way she closed her eyes and almost swayed into him. From where he stood, he could see her fluttering pulse point beating rapidly and took a gamble, pressing his nose to her hair. "Talk to me."

This time, he was sure of the shiver he felt running through her and leaned his head against hers, waiting as Abby obviously struggled with her emotions.

When it came, her voice was soft. "You might not wanna hear it."

"Try me." He nuzzled into her hair, pressing a kiss to the soft strands. He waited until she found her voice again but her words still surprised him.

"Zach told me Jenny was here last night?" She must have felt his sudden tension for she spun out from under his arm, putting some distance between them.

"So?"

"Yeah… so?" Her shoulders slumped as she faced away from him. "You're right… I have no business asking… but it's why I asked if you were expecting company."

Gibbs frowned. "Wasn't expecting Jenny."

"But she came..."

When Gibbs didn't reply, Abby glanced his way and misread his silence. In truth, he wasn't sure what she wanted him to say, and he was too absorbed in reading her body language and voice to think of a suitable reply right now.

"And she left." He eventually pointed out. "Zach musta told you that too."

Abby spun round. "I didn't ask him… didn't think it was fair." He could see her debating with herself. "She stay for breakfast too?"

"What?" He couldn't help bristling a little. "You think I fucked Jenny with Zach in the house?

"I dunno, Gibbs." She stepped close, almost toe to toe with him, her voice throaty with her sudden anger. "Would you have fucked her if he hadn't been here?"

"No." He held her glare, her boots putting her at eye level. "That ship sailed long ago."

Her eyes flashed. "I'm not sure Jenny agrees with you."

"Doesn't matter what she thinks."

"You sure about that?" She planted her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Oh, trust me… that ship ran aground, capsized and sank with all hands." He eyed her, his body reacting to how good she looked and sounded when she was pissed, everything in him screaming at him to grab her and kiss her till they were both breathless. "What is it with you and Jenny?"

"I know you two have a history, and I know it's none of my business. But I see the way Jenny looks at you when you're not aware of it and I wonder if she wants you back and I'm..." Abby broke off, averting her gaze.

He stepped close again, crowding Abby back against the boat, all the longing and frustration he'd felt for years bubbling to the surface. "Say it."

"I'm scared she'll get you back, alright? Is that what you wanna hear?" She shot back, her eyes flicking up to his. "I'm jealous... and I know I have no right to be, coz hell... I'm not even your type. I don't match any of your playbook, Gibbs, do I?" Abby paused, her eyes holding his and he swallowed at the emotion he could read there as she went on softly, all her anger seemingly drained away. "But do you have any idea what you do to me? How much you keep me awake at night... keep my fingers busy... how many times I've come already calling your name?"

His dick twitched at the image she conjured up and he stepped nearer, hearing her gasp.

"What keeps you awake at night, Gibbs?" She gestured between them. "I haven't imagined it, have I? This... you can feel it too, can't you?"

This...

This so far undefined something that sizzled between them and set his senses on fire whenever he was near Abby. This onslaught of desire and longing he'd been holding at bay for years and which he was so tired of fighting.

And from her reaction, she was right with him.

"Oh, I can feel it."

His hand came up to slide round her neck and he felt Abby swallow, a soft moan vibrating under his fingers as her eyes drifted shut.

Abby placed her hands on his chest and he could feel the burn of her touch through his thin T-shirt. "But I'm not even sure what I could be to you."

Gibbs moved even closer, pressing against her as she leaned back against the rib of his boat. Her green eyes widened, the pupils dilating and her breathing came in shallow pants as he laced her fingers in his and raised her arms above her head, the action caused her to arch into him, her breasts brushing his chest.

Gibbs took a moment to absorb the sight she made, spread across his boat, something he'd imagined so many times, before bending his head and nuzzling against her nose, his mouth hovering millimetres from hers.

"How 'bout everything."

He captured her mouth, deepening the kiss instantly, almost devouring her as a tide of need crashed over him as he got his first taste. He released her hands and burrowed one hand under her sweater, stroking her warm skin and buried the other in her hair, disrupting her pigtails.

As she returned his kiss just as eagerly, all he could feel was her warm body, her hands roaming over his back to clutch his ass and pull him into her, both moaning low in their throats at the contact as he hardened against her.

He spun out the kiss as long as he could, relishing the way her soft curves yielded to him as his body shifted against hers. When he raised his head, satisfaction rolled through him as he saw Abby slowly open eyes gone hazy with desire, the green almost invisible as she panted for breath.

Gibbs cupped her face and ran his thumb slowly over her swollen full lower lip, smiling as her tongue snuck out to flick against it. "That mouth..."

"Hmm?" She titled her head, her hair tousled and he thought she'd never looked more beautiful in her arousal… and now he wanted to know what she looked like as she came.

"That mouth keeps me awake at night."

Almost everything about her kept him awake at night. Something he intended to show her tonight, inch by inch.

A lazy, seductive smile spread slowly over her flushed face and she looped her arms round his neck and pulled his head down, murmuring against his mouth. "Then it's about time it did... for real."

The end.