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Chapter Ten: I need to know
"You want to come with me?" She asked, confused. He nodded.
"Yeah Abbs, if that's okay."
"No-No Gibbs, I'm afraid of what I might say, I don't want to stress you out or anything…" she murmured.
"It's not about me," he said, slipping a casual arm around her. She sniffled.
"What if…" She started. He hushed her with his finger, gently nudging her off the bed.
"DiNozzo will be here in a couple of hours. You should probably get ready; I'll get a quick lunch ready." He said quietly. She smiled at his gentle voice; it was so comforting yet so strong and persuasive.
"Thanks Gibbs, I-I'll get ready. I don't know why I'm so nervous; Silvia is a friend." She said, dragging the word 'friend' out. He just nodded again; if the hypnotist was a friend he was sure Abbs would be okay. A part of him was afraid at what he might hear, every detail, and every sick, sick detail.
At 3 o'clock sharp Tony showed up at Gibbs's front door. He was holding flowers, black roses of course.
"You two engaged?" Gibbs demanded. Tony blushed nervously.
"No-No Boss, I just wanted to make sure she was okay. I heard about what happened last night."
"She's in the living room. Abbs!" Gibbs yelled. The dark haired woman came into the foyer, trying not to 'waddle'. Her stomach bulged underneath her tight red shirt, the mom to-be wearing a dog collar. She grinned at the black roses.
"Hey Tony are those for me?" She asked like a little girl. He held them out to her and she scurried into the kitchen to find herself a vase for them.
"She looks good, Boss." Tony said. Gibbs glared at him.
"She always looks good, DiNozzo."
"N-No Boss, I wasn't implying that she ever didn't look…I'll be quiet now." Abby came back, linking arms with the two men.
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The office was well furnished. There was sleek black furniture covering the entire room. There was a desk in the corner with a small woman sitting there, typing away on her laptop. She smiled when she saw Abby.
"Hello, Abby! How are you sweetie?" She asked, pulling Abbs into a hug.
"Good, good, Silvia. I just need to know what happened that night…" she said, letting her voice trail off. Silvia's face darkened.
"Alright, Abby, just come and sit down." She motioned for Gibbs and Tony to go stand by the door.
"The least amount of disturbance is desirable." Silvia reminded them. Gibbs looked at Tony.
"I'll wait outside, Boss." DiNozzo offered. Gibbs nodded, watching Abby intently, his eyebrows rose.
"Alright Abigail, just relax. Forget all your troubles…" Silvia said in a low, relaxing voice. Before Gibbs knew it, Abby was in a hypnotic state.
"Abby, you need to tell me what happened the night where you were raped, six months ago." Silvia asked Abbs.
"I was at the Parker Street Bar with friends. It was getting late…Beverly was the last one and she left…Marshall, Marshall Landon. He's coming over to me. I remember that he lives below me in my apartment. Nice, charming, handsome…perfect. Except for his eyes. His eyes are so cloudy, but blue like Gibbs. Such a beautiful blue…" Abby said, her eyes open, staring off into space. Gibbs moved a little closer.
"What is he doing, Abby?" Silvia whispered.
"Smiling, in a strange way. 'Come to my car,' he says, 'I'll drive you home. You're drunk, sweetie.' I am afraid. I-I think about calling Gibbs, but it's late and I don't want to bother him, so I walk with him to his car. It's a green Mustang, I never liked it. He closes the car door behind me, and gets into the front seat. He put his arm around me, like Gibbs does sometimes. I push it off, I don't like him, and he scares me, even though I can't really see straight. He parks outside our apartment, grabbing my arm. I-I try to pull away, put his nails are digging into my skin. 'Ouch, let me go!' (Abby clings to her arm) He pushes me into his apartment. He undresses me violently. "Gibbs, Gibbs!" I scream. He jumps on top of me, kissing me while I try to get away, but he's so strong, I can't get away…he hits my head and I scream for Gibbs again until I blackout. I woke up in the morning naked, and I panicked." She was full on crying now, and Gibbs is close to.
"Abby, when I count down from three, you will open your eyes, 3-2-1." Silvia said slowly. Abby's green eyes closed and opened and she blinked repeatedly. She looked at Gibbs.
"Well, did it work?" She demanded. He looked at Silvia. Wait until later, she mouthed.
"We'll talk about it later, okay honey? Let's go home." Gibbs said, trying to distract her.
"Well, something must've happened. I'm crying for the love of…"
"Abby, let's go home." He longed to wrap his arms around the girl, longing to kiss her repeatedly. But while she was all hormonal, he would be no better than Landon, taking advantage of Abby's sensitivity.
That night, Gibbs sat down on Abby's bed.
"It was Marshall Landon," he whispered, "He's the father of your babies." Abby opened her mouth, as if to say something like, 'I knew it!' But nothing came out.
"Oh," is all Abby could manage. He pulled her head forward, kissing her on the forehead.
"You need me, you know where to find me," he told her, leaving to go to his beloved boat that just gave him a reason to wake up each morning, just something to do.
It had been a few peaceful hours, Gibbs had checked on the sleeping Abby. He heard a piercing scream break through the house. Damn it, not again, he thought, dropping his tools and running up the stairs. Abby was sweating hard.
"I remember Gibbs, I-I relived it," she said weakly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed. He sat there with her, rubbing her back for an hour. The sobbing slowed down and eventually stopped.
"Oh, Gibbs," Abby whispered. She looked into his eyes, looking for deeper meaning, the Gibbs she knew she cared for so much. She didn't look like a Goth lab rat anymore. Her hair was down and grown out, all her makeup washed off. There was a true woman under all her bubbly personality. Before he knew it, Leroy Jethro Gibbs was kissing the girl he thought resembled what his daughter would be like. He was wrong. She was her own person. She seemed to fill the hole that had been made all those years ago. She deepened the kiss, the most simple yet the most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced. Gibbs broke it off abruptly; he had to think about this, what he was doing.
"Goodnight, Abby," he whispered, and rushed over to his boat, leaving Abby confused and feeling those good old butterflies in her stomach.
"Goodnight Gibbs."
TBC…thank you for ALL your fantastic reviews and ideas! I promise to try and use most of them, though they are a bit confusing! Hope you liked it! Btw...What will Gibbs pick to do? What will the next morning be like? Tell me and I'll consider, I already used an interpretation of someone's idea so thank you to them!