Chapter 9

It was early, nearing seven though McGee had no desire to wake up. His mind slowly drifting back into the dream. Abby was so beautiful, so sexy in the satin camisole. She had driven him to the edge and almost over it, but always giving in at the last minute. He smiled, thinking again of last night, of how it felt having her lips wrapped around ... wait, something wasn't right. The dream was getting hazy, and he fought to get back to it. He could feel himself getting aroused, and wondered if all his dreams were like this. It was almost like he could reach out and touch her, it felt so real. Again he felt warmth against his body, and again there was a sensation of her sliding her dripping wet mound... McGee found he couldn't help himself, he did moan out loud this time, and that brought him out of his dream. Trying to fight off the last remnants of sleep, he reached over for Abby, and suddenly she placed her hands in his.

Morning Tim she whispered. Abby what are you doing? he asked, but all thoughts fell from his mind, as soon as she slid him inside her just a bit. Abby no, Ducky said we shouldn't. Please Abby, we can't. He wanted her to keep going, but the rational part of his brain was fighting a losing battle.

Tim, I won't let you go in too far. I just want to feel you inside me. Please Tim, she whispered, gripping his hand tighter. He was still disoriented, it was like his dream, but he was awake. He had to keep her safe, it was his job,

No Abby, we can't, he said trying to pull himself up into a sitting position. When he did she slid further down his shaft, and he fell back on the bed, trying to stifle the moan that escaped him.

Tim, I promise, only a bit. I won't let you go too far. Doesn't it feel good to you?

Abby he whispered, and she slid up, pulling herself off him and then sliding just a couple inches back in. "Oh God Abby, please I can't do this.

Just don't move Tim. We can do this. It was her way of teasing him and he knew it. He had never refused her once she started, he didn't know how to. She laid across his chest, squeezing his hands as she slid slowly up and down allowing him to feel just a touch of her. Tears streamed from his eyes as he fought to get his hands free. He wanted to scream, as mini orgasms rocked through him. He usually gripped the bed, but Abby was holding his hands, so he had nothing to let loose on. He couldn't slam himself into her, and he couldn't grip the sides of the bed. It was like a thousand feelings at once and he felt himself losing control.

Oh God, Abby ... he choked out, tears streaming down his face. She felt sorry for Tim and slid one hand from his, grasping him at the base, and slowly she pumped her hand up and down, while pushing herself down a couple of inches. "Yes, oh yes, he screamed moving his hips to her movements. As soon as she started she stopped, inching her way up him and rolling over on her side. For a moment he couldn't move, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Tim, she called, pulling him to face her. Please make love to me. Any objection he would have had earlier was gone. He slowly hovered over her and slid inside, and she clamped down her muscles on him. Not all the way in Tim, just a little. Slowly he pumped in and out of her, till he saw her whole body shaking from the orgasm, his name screamed over and over. Sweat beaded on his brow, as he tried to keep from sliding all the way inside her. He wanted to more than anything, but he would have to wait for another day. Again he dipped inside, and could feel the orgasm building. Abby, I'm so close. She pulled herself away from him and he actually whimpered in pain. He was about to cum even if she didn't want him to, his body taking over. Abby leaned forward and took him in her mouth, starting at the top and sucking each inch till she licked the base. Faster and faster she sucked till he began moaning, his load filling her mouth. He fell onto the bed, soaked in sweat, trying to catch his breath. and Abby laid her head on his chest. I wanted to wish you a Good Morning.

McGee laughed out loud then. You most certainly did that you little devil. The best morning ever. Come on let's go take a shower, and I will take you out to breakfast.

It had been two months since Taki had called her, and Abby had almost forgotten about him. Her and Tim had been apartment searching, trying to find a place with another bedroom for the babies. Ziva had given her a small baby shower, and later that day her and Tim had bought a crib. Abby was getting bigger now, her pants didn't fit anymore. She could get them on, but zipping them was a thing of the past. Her breasts had also doubled in size, a fact that Tim commented on last week.

When she arrived at the office Taki met her in the lobby, taking her back to the room. Miss Sciuto, I am both happy and sad to see you. You look much better than when we last met, but I feel sorrow, knowing soon the babies you carry now will be no more. It is the ultimate tragedy when one loses a child. You never quite recover from it, Gibbs, McGee both will be devastated, not to mention the others, yourself included. I do hope they spare you my dear.

I hate you, and your friend won't be touching me again. I'm leaving and if you even think of coming near me Gibbs will hunt your entire family down. Abby jumped down from the table, and stormed out of the room. She knew she had to get to NCIS, Gibbs and everyone would keep her safe once she was there, but she had no idea that Taki was on the phone right now, telling Lee that they were about to be exposed.

The roads were covered in ice, and Abby was already having a hard time seeing through the tears. She had to tell Gibbs, had to get away from Taki. Picking up her phone she dialed Gibbs, something she didn't do often, but before he could pick up she hung up. No, they would be after Gibbs, and Tim too. Frantically she called the one person who might understand, Ziva.

Ziva looked down to see who could be calling her, since Gibbs' phone had only rang once, and saw it was Abby. Not wanting to give away who it was she answered like she would any other call. 'This is Officer David.'

Ziva you have to help me.

Why, want is wrong?

Meet me in the lab in fifteen minutes Ziva. Don't tell anyone." Now Ziva was worried as the line went dead. Should she tell Gibbs, after all this was Abby. No, she would wait and find out what was wrong. It could be that Abby just needed to talk to a female. Had McGee hurt her? Had someone else? She glared at McGee.

What did I do? McGee asked

I do not know McGee, is there something you feel guilty about?

I uh... no should there be? Had Ziva found out about this morning? Was she going to tell Ducky? or even worse Gibbs? He didn't get a chance as she headed for the elevator. Now he wondered just what she thought he had done.

Abby turned into NCIS, and parked her car, the parking garage thank goodness was free from ice, because she was unsteady on her feet, the tears still streaming down her face. She didn't notice the car parked nearby, or the guy following her towards the elevator. Wiping the tears away she leaned in so it could scan her retina, and stepped inside. She pushed the button for the lab and hoped Ziva could help her. She was a girl, she would understand about the babies, and how she had to keep them safe. Abby screamed as the man hit her over the head, sending her sprawling to the floor. 'Mr. Lee sends his regards, and soon you shall meet him face to face.

Ziva had been pacing in front of the elevator for five minutes now. Abby wasn't there, and now she was three minutes late. She heard the elevator doors open, and looked up just in time, as the man pulled his gun. It was only a possible two seconds, as she glanced down at Abby, and then to the gunman. Three shots rang out in the building as he fell dead. She picked up her phone, knowing someone had heard the shots and dialed Gibbs. "Abby's lab, bring Ducky she's hurt. and she hung up.

Tony get Ducky, and meet me in Abby's lab.

What for Boss? McGee didn't ask why, he took off running towards the elevator. When it didn't open he took the stairs, his heart racing as he took them two at a time. Within minutes he was in Abby's lab where Ziva had pulled her out of the elevator and the gunman. Abby was just coming to when he got there, but Gibbs was rushing out of the secondary elevator, gun drawn. He knelt down beside her, while Tony checked the guy for a pulse.

McGee was already pulling Abby into his lap. "Abby what happened?"

She began to cry the pounding in her head making her feel sick. 'My doctor, he said... he said Mr. Lee was going to kill the babies and you and Gibbs too.'

You mean the doctor I met Abs?" Abby went to shake her head but the movement caused her to moan.

No, I mean yes. He is working for Mr. Lee, he said I had to do what he said, or he would kill you and Gibbs, then he told me... he told me he would kill the babies.

Tony, get upstairs and start running this guys name through the system. Abby is there anyone else helping him.

Yes, but he never said his name. Taki never did either. He just used to examine me... I don't like him Gibbs.

Gibbs' face took on a predatory look. Abby did he hurt you? She nodded her head yes, wincing when she did.

How? he whispered, and the fear in her eyes told him all he needed to know. McGee go with Ducky and take Abby home. Do not leave until I get there.

Jethro, I need to examine Abigail.

I'll get your bag, just get her home. If she needs the hospital take her there.

No hospitals!" Abby wasn't going to a hospital, not again. "I just want to go home," at this she started to cry again.

McGee picked her up taking extra care to be gentle, and followed Ducky to Ziva's car. He had never seen Ziva drive so slowly, never. She was the result of him, throwing up on at least two occasions from her driving, but today she obeyed all the speed limits, even taking turns slowly. In fifteen minutes they pulled up to the apartment and McGee handed his key to Ziva. "Wait here, so I can clear the apartment, make sure no one is inside.

Once it was safe, Ziva ushered them inside. ' I will wait down here, make sure no one enters.

'Thank you Ziva, Abby said, laying her hand on Ziva's shoulder before McGee took her upstairs and laid her down on the bed. He went to leave when Ducky opened his bag, but Abby grabbed his hand. "Don't leave me Tim." He looked to Ducky for his approval and once he got it, he took a seat on the opposite side of the bed.

It was now six and Gibbs was just coming in the front door followed by Tony. 'We checked out Abby's doctor. He resigned today, and left no forwarding address. His house has been vacated, and I doubt Taki is his real last name. How is she doing Ducky?"

The blow to the head, will undoubtedly give her headaches for a few days but otherwise she will be fine. What scares me is if she had continued going there. I found a bit of scarring, but that is almost healed as well. The poor dear cried herself to sleep. Timothy is with her now.

Ziva, you are to stay here for a couple days, till I can find out more about this Mr. Lee and who may be working with him. Tony I want you back at NCIS. Pull whoever you need to help, and tell Vance of the situation.

Ziva took a seat on the couch and Ducky handed her a cup of tea. 'It's going to be a long night my dear, why don't you try to get an hour or two of sleep. Ducky pulled the afghan off the back of the couch, covering Ziva, and sat back sipping his own tea. This would not end well for whomever he found. Abigail was like his daughter, and he didn't want to think how many pieces the man or men might arrive to his autopsy in.

Everyone had left for the night except Ziva, and McGee found her sitting on the couch, her gun in her hand, watching the tv, but the sound was down low. "I wanted to thank you Ziva, for staying that is.

"Gibbs ordered it, but I would have stayed anyway. Abby is my friend too McGee. Someone is trying to hurt her, and that in my country is a death sentence. How is she?

She is still asleep, so I figured I would grab something to eat. I forgot earlier. Maybe I should wake her up to eat.

"Ducky said if she ate, she would probably be sick, at least for the next twelve hours. Let her sleep." McGee continued on into the kitchen, but when he went to take a seat at the table, he found Ziva lingering in the doorway. 'I have something I would like to ask you McGee, but I need this to be just you who I am speaking with. I do not need anyone else knowing.'

What is it Ziva? You can ask me anything.

She seemed to be struggling with the question, but finally she opened her mouth. "When did you know you and Abby were right for each other?"

McGee was quiet, swirling the food around in his plate but not really eating any of it. 'If it is too personal you can tell me to rip it."

'You mean zip it, and no I mean I have always loved Abby, since our first date I knew. She on the other hand took a lot longer. Every time I saw her dating someone else, a piece of my heart would shatter. I wanted to kill Chip, and not because he framed Tony, but because he got to spend so much time with her. I envied her peppy spirit, and the way she was always smiling, giving out hugs and all I wanted was to love her, and give her anything she wanted. My family wasn't very good at showing emotion, but when I am with her I feel like I am in heaven. I don't know if you know this, but there is nothing I won't do if she asked.

I figured that one out a long time ago McGee. You wear your heart on your collar." McGee just laughed at the mix up. Ziva why are you asking anyway?

That McGee is a question I don't know the answer to myself just yet. When I do you will be the second to know. Finish that food. Abby doesn't need you fainting.

Abby tossed and turned, her head throbbing, and she was cold. Why was she cold? She pulled the covers up to her chin, but still something was missing. Opening her eyes, the full force of the headache hit her, along with the nausea. Quickly she shut her eyes again, and tried to will it away. Tim, where was he, but before she could worry anymore the bed dipped down and he laid down beside her. She rolled over, and opened her eyes. She didn't want to but she needed to see him. 'You are supposed to be sleeping.'

Just woke up, Ow, my head. she said grabbing at the sides of it hoping to still the pounding.

Ducky said you can have two aspirins. Can you sit up?

Abby did sit up and the nausea came back full force. Stumbling from the bed, she just made it to the toilet, not able to hold herself up she fell to the floor beside it, spewing her breakfast. Handing her a washcloth McGee helped her to stand at the sink so she could brush her teeth, and then helped her back to bed. 'Can you take these now? Again he handed her the two aspirins and a glass of water, and she took them before flopping back down on the bed. 'Tim, don't leave.' He curled up beside her placing his arm around her. "Never," he whispered, kissing her cheek.

McGee, shifted in the bed, and opened his eyes. Looking over at the clock he could see that it was only four in the morning. He didn't hear the television anymore and wondered if Ziva was still awake too. Abby was laying on her back and he stared down at her now round stomach. She wasn't very big, but Ducky said some women didn't gain a lot of weight during pregnancy. He rubbed his hand across her stomach, and for the first time ever he felt a very soft kick. Tears formed in his eyes. His babies, he thought, little versions of Abby, and maybe a little of him in there too. What would they look like? A soft whimper had him refocused on her, and he pulled her closer to him. Sshhh you're safe Abby. She trembled in his arms and he pulled the covers back over her. Nothing would ever harm her, nothing he vowed would hurt his girls. Turning behind him he glanced at his gun laying on the nightstand. No, nothing would ever hurt them again, and he drifted off to sleep.