Chapter contains foul language and a sex scene. Read at your own risk.

ch 10

Leah sighed yet again. According to Abby, February was a slow month for NCIS due to how well the bodies are preserved in the cold. She hated to admit it, but she really wanted someone to commit a murder right about now. She randomly swiveled around the lab in the rolling chair to stave off utter boredom.

"Sooo..."

"What do you want, Leah?" Abby turned in her chair to face her shorter counterpart.

"I'm bored..."

"And? What do you want me to do about it?" Leah had to do something soon, or she'd be all over Abby for all the security men to see in hi-definition via suveilance cameras.

"I dunno..." she said as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders from behind. "Wanna... do somethin'?"

"Like what?" she asked warily.

"Y'know..." she said as she nuzzled into her neck. To the guards, it would seem she was simply giving Abby a hug, which they were both known for giving. It had now been a week since they'd started going out and they hadn't done the dirty deed yet (they skipped the dating stage since they'd already done it so long ago and neither had changed much). In the past, Abby had seduced her and gotten her into bed only minutes after they'd shared their first kiss.

"Leah!"

"What...? It's not like we have work we're supposed to be doing..." she messed with the lacey fringe at the neck of Abby's shirt.

"We can't! The guards would see..."

"We could find somewhere else..."

"No!" Leah decided to give up before she made Abby really mad at her. She hated nothing worse than that.

"Okay, okay..." she released her and was about to go see Gibbs when Abby got up and walked toward the door.

"I'ma see what the Bossman is up to..." she murmured without lookng back.

"Shit. five days into our relationship and I'm already screwing up." She felt extremely guilty for pushing Abby. She wanted to get back to the way things used to be, but didn't want to hurt her in the process so as to make it not last. It looked as though getting there would take some time this time around. She went to the fridge and got out her skulls and roses lunchtin although it was only 9:00 in the morning. She took out the package of juice, poked the straw through the hole on the top, and sucked on her applejuce slowly, something she never did.

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"Hey guys!" Abby said, trying to sound chipper like her usual self. Gibbs seemed to be the only one who noticed te sad undertone in her voice. "What'cha doin'?"

"filling," Ziva replied.

"Same," Dinnozzo added.

"Beatin' my Tetris score... " Gibbs had a look of pure concentration as he squinted at the tiny cell phone screen. McGee stared at a small envelope endlessly, as if she wasn't there at all.

"What's up with Tim?" she asked Gibbs.

"Dunno," his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth in frustration.

"What's that Tim?"

"Whut? Huh? Oh, uh, nothing."

"He's been staring at it all morning." Dinozzo added as he came up behind him, his interest piqued. "What is it, McProbius? A Loooooove letter?"

"Piss off, Tony..."

"It is! Isn't it!?" Tony lunged for the letter to which Tim responded to by kicking him in the nuts. That's the closest I'll ever get to his... stop thinking like that! He cursed under his breath.

"Ungh... so... who's it from?" Tony moaned, clutching his sensitivities.

"Don't know, Tony. It's anonymous." He wondered if it might be Tony pulling a prank... But then why would it say that he 'saw how he looked at him'?

"The writing looks familiar but I can't place it..."

"Lemme see it!" Abby squealed. She grabbed the note from his clutches only for him to snatch it right back.

"I don't want you to see it..."

"Fine then..." she pouted. "Come down to my lab later." She headed for the elevator. "Why do you not want even me to know, Timmy?" she muttered to herself as she entered the lift.

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Tim hit the button on the copier and sat down while it worked. The machine dinged and he picked up the original first, then the copy with its many gaps. He'd copied the note, setting paper over the parts he didn't want anyone to see. He stuffed the note in his coat pocket and headed down to the lab.

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"Hey Abby... sorry- oh, is abby not here?" Tim said as he entered the lab.

"No, she left a while ago after I kinda... upset her."

"Upset...?

"I made her mad. I did not make her cry, Tim. I know Gibbs's rules. Did you need her specifically, or can I help you?"

"Uh, You can, I suppose. I need you to do a handwriting match on this." he handed her the copy.

"That love letter still getting to you, huh, McGee."

"...Yeah."

"Can do." She looked at the note, filling in the blanks from memory. Leah felt hurt that Jethro wouldn't trust her with his secret. They were practically family. And he should have known that she wouldn't judge him. So why hide? Then she remembered he was a cheauvanist marine. "I'll, uh, call you when I get some results."

"Results on what?" Abby cut in, as she walked in with a new Caf-Pow.

"He wants us to run the handwiting on his little loooove letter."

"Don't be mean, Leah."

"I was just teasing, and he knows I would never intentionally hurt him... you do know that, right?" she ran over and hugged him around the waist.

"Of course," he replied as he hugged back. Abby looked a bit jealous. "I have to go. See you guys..." he left in a rush.

"He's embarrassed by the note. I'll run it. He'd probably want me to since I've already seen it."

"Okay, I'll leave you to that. I'm going to... take a nap." After Abby left to the other room, she threw the paper in the trash. It's what Gibbs would want me to do...

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"Have you got a match?" Tim asked as he propped himself up against a table.

"No, I've done every possible database and no dice."

"None? No... possible matches, partials...?"

"None."

"Okay..." He turned to leave. "Thanks anyway." He turned the corner and bumped into Abby.

"Heya, McGee!" she chirped and then slurped.

"Nothing, just checking up to see if there was a match."

"And?" Tim glanced into the lab and pulled Abby a ways from the door.

"Abby, something weird is up. I got that letter on Valentine's and I asked around. No one went near my desk except the rest of the team and the cleaning room. The person who wrote it knows my MOAS and the writing looks familiar. But Leah says she didn't get a match after running every imaginable test."

"I'll check it out." Abby walked in, McGee following. He sat on the Evidence Table, seemingly waiting for Abby to finnish something on the computer. Leah had her feet propped up on the table, her everpresent candy bar in hand and sketchbook on her lap.

"Let's go Timmy!" Abby hurried out the door, pulling him, tripping along behind her.

"So?"

"You're definately right. I checked to see if any handwriting matches were made and I found nothing. She never ran them McGee. But why..."

"I dunno,"

"Do you still have it?"

"Uh... yeah. Just let me make you a copy."

"I'm gonna scan it and give it right back, McGee."

"I don't want you to see parts of it."

"Why?"

"Because... it involves my MOAS."

"Aww, c'mon. You can trust me..."

"No, Abs."

"Fine, Let me see it and cover up the part with your secret."

"Sure." he took out the sheet of paper and unfolded it. He held it up, showing only the first line."

"That's all your giving me to work with?" She asked before looking at it. Abby showed a slight look of shock for but a moment before covering it up. Tim thought he might have been imagining it. She knew now why Leah had pretended to run it. Leah knew who the note's author was, and Abby only had to glance at the scribbly writing to know just whom it belonged to.

"Deja vu... but I can't place it either."

"Damn!" McGee stormed off to the elevator. It was dominating his thoughts, taking over his life. He needed to find out who wrote the note.

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Abby went and got a chocolate milkshake and a Caf-Pow. She returned to the lab with the beverages and shut the door with her foot.

"Leah, we need to talk."

"Oh God, it's bad; you closed the door. Is it about what I did this m-"

"It's about the love letter."

"I'm guessing you weren't checking your e-mail when McGee was waiting for you."

"Yeah."

"So you know that I faked my search."

"I know why, too." They waited a moment in silence before Launching into a heated rant.

"Why would he not tell us!? We're the closest he has to family and he knows we don't judge on those things!"

"And we've seen Gay marines before! God! why did he have to be such a cheauvanist!"

"It does make sence, though. He doesn't want people staring at him cause he likes men even though he doesn't mind them staring out of spite of his bastard personality. It's the navy, after all. Known for its manly men. Wants to protect his reputation."

"True, but we need to talk to him. What he did is messing with Tim's life."

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Jethro paced beside the cabin of his near finnished boat. He was not usually one to do this, but he was worried about Timothy. It obviously bothered the younger agentand now the others were getting nosey. The last thing he wanted to do was reveal the secret of the one he loved. He hoped that it was McGee's secret. Gibbs was 99% sure that Tim was gay or bisexual, but there was still that 1% chance he wasn't.

He took a swig of bourbon to calm his frantic nerves. News of gay marines would would spread fast. He didn't want to have people discusted by him. He wanted them pissed at him. Gibbs wondered if the the girls knew yet or not. This thought was interrupted by the irritating, high-pitched ringing of his landline.

"Why did you leave!? Get down here! Its... an emergency." Abby yelled into the speaker, feinting urgency. Not wanting to give him the chance to object, she hung up immediately.

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"Abs!?" he yelled frantically as he barged into the lab. "Where are you!? What's the emergency!?" He heard the door slam shut behind him. He whipped around, gun drawn, to find Leah guarding the door with her arms crossed and an unamused expression displayed on her fair face.

"Leah! What the hell is goin' on here!? You didn't-"

"Didn't what, Jethro!? Didn't keep secrets?! No, Gibbs, I didn't. Why the fuck did you!?" His mouth flapped open and shut like a landed fish.

"We know you meant well, but the note's affected Timmy. It's ruling his life. You either have to tell him or frame someone else. Or... something!"

"It's affecting his work. You've recreated your worst nightmare in the real world and now you have to fix it." He remained silent.

"Maybe he'll give up if you order him to..." Abby thought optimistically out loud.

"I sure hope he's as obedient as usual." he spoke for the first time since Leah'd chewed him out. "That's what I like about him. Obedient and always willing to learn."

"Just like a puppy..." Abby added randomly. "Sorry, seven Caf-Pows today." Gibbs gave her his 'I'm worried' look.

"Don't worry. I've made sure she won't get anymore and I made sure she ate something to cancel some of the caffeine so she won't OD."

"Good..."

"Try it. Get some sleep. You'll need to get McGee straightened out tomorrow when he'll be vulnerable from lack of rest."

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"Gooood morning Boss," Tony said cheerfully. Gibbs only scowled in responce. McGee walked out of the elevator and entered the bullpen groggily with dark shadows under his eyes.

"Geez, mcGoose, you look terrible. Lose sleep over that note your obsessed with?"

"Shut up Tony."

"MahGee! Elevator!" the bossman barked, nodding his head sideways at the lift. Tim sighed and headed back towards it without even putting up his stuff. They entered side by side and McGee felt strangely uncaring about getting yelled at as the switch was flipped.

I need to stop with this note business. It is taking over.

"You've seemed a bit destracted lately, McGee. Let the damn note thing outta your head, or so help me god, I will tear you apart!" he said, his voice escalating at the end.

Y-yes Si- Boss" He glared at the man when he almost called him 'sir'. Gibbs could tell probie was back in his usual mind set.

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"I hope it goes well... " Abby paced in the lab. She slirped up the end of her third caf-Pow of the day and it was only 8:00 AM. She was anxious to see how it went between the two.

"I got him back to normal." Gibbs surprised her on the video comfrence. Abby looked at autopsy in the background.

"Duck's not in yet. Not coming in either."

"Good, I'm glad he's okay now."Gibbs had hung up, though.

"I'm glad that's over,"

"For now..."

"Yeah, I want another."

"Take it easy, Abs. I can't have you ODing."

"Relax, half the day is over."

"No, it isn't. It's 9:00 babe."

"Oh..." The day passed and they were still quite awkward around each other since the episode they'd had yesterday. Abby went to the machine as Leah had fallen asleep.

Abby headed back to the lab and slurped slowly and quietly so she wouldn't wake the sleeping goth whom had been lounged in the desk chair the last time she'd seen her. She wasn't in the chair, however when she came in this time. She dismissed it quickly.

"Abby has to pee," she said, talking to herself in the third reason for some inane reason (probably the caffiene). She rushed to the bathroom. Speeding into the stall, she did her buisness quickly and came out relieved. She heard a flush behind her. Turning around to go to the papertowel dispenser, she bumped straight into Leah.

"Oh! sorry!" Abs chirped hyperly. Too many Caf- Pows...

"No, It's my fault," she smiled back weakly, "Listen Abs, I'm sorry for yesterday. I got way ahead of myself. I-"

"Put a sock in it, Leah," she grinned. She glanced around the spacious bathroom. Locating a chair at the powder station, she jammed it under the door as a sort of makeshift lock. Leah, raised an eyebrow.

"Abby-"

"I forgive you, Leah~" she purred, backing her up against a wall. "Now, finish what you sarted in the lab."

"Abby, I don't think we should-" She was cut off by Abby's lips upon hers. She could no longer resist. She wrapped her arms around her official girlfriend's neck. Unbuckling them, she grappled with her six-inch platform boots while still passionately kissing her. Finally slipping out of them, she shivered slightly as her wide-gauge fishnet stockinged feet met the icy cold floor. Abby, meanwhile, worked on her own boots with an obvious amount of ease; this wasn't the first time that she'd had to remove intricate boots while her lips were occupied. Leah loosened her grip on Abby as they worked on unbuttoning each others' tops. They slid to the floor. Inside their mouths, tongues struggled for dominance. Leah's hands roamed Abby's torso.

While her smaller lover's sweaty palms grazed her body, she unlaced the corset like lacing on the skirt around the small waist she was recently gripping. She had it loose enough to rip off in no time at all and did so promptly. Her fingers caressed the baby-soft skin of the smaller woman's thighs as she pulled her closer. As she felt Leah undoing her bra, she removed hers with haste. Abby removed her lips from her assitant's to take a in breath. As she did so, she took a moment to take in the black frilly bra Leah was stripping.

"Mmmmm~ cute yet sexy~,"she purred. Leah back arched as Abby massaged her hips.

"I thought you would like that." Their lips met once more before Abby began to trace her tongue down her partner's jawline, then over the collarbone, and finally the breast. She suckled her nipple. Leah moaned and wove her hand into the dark, midnight black hair that was no longer in pigtails.

When did we take those out? she wondered. The thought left immediately as Abby's tongue went on the move again. It trailed all the way down to her naval, then to her groin. She left a thin trail of saliva everywhere she went. She traced the groin again before spreading her legs more in order to make her entrance.

"So, fingers or toungue~"

"You don't remember?" Leah chuckled with a slight, hurt undertone.

"Right." Abby shoved a few fingers in, going slow at first, growing faster and harder steadily. They tossed around on the floor for a good hour. As they lay on the floor, cooling down, they wer silent untill the silence was broken by Abby.

"Let's go back to the lab before someone notices."

"They probably heard you screaming." Leah replied heartily.

"Let's take a nap together when we go back."

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Leah felt Abby fall off the futon a bit. She sat up and gazed at the intriguingly adorable woman as she slept peacefully. She loved her as much as she always had and was overjoyed to find that she loved her back.

"I love you Abigail Sciuto." she whispered into her ear as she rolled abby onto the thin matress. She gave Abby the majority of the covers, settling on only having the edge. She shivered from the cold concrete below her. Although she was freezing, she didn't care. She was laying next to the woman she loved and always would.