Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS it's characters, setting, themes etc. I merely want to write fan-fiction including them.

A/N: Wrote this months and months before starting the beast you all know as Second Chances. Any cruddy grammar etc is down to my pre-college and pre-laptop self. :) Accidentally messed up the chapter order – this is before the last chapter – just so you know.

- Inspired by Twitter conversations with fans and romance novels.

- Rated T

- Romance and Drama

- Set in Season 5 after Hiatus

- Main characters: L.J Gibbs and Abby. S

- English

Second Chances

Chapter Nine

Gasoline

A few days earlier...

Gibbs looked her over from head to toe, opening his mouth to speak but his actions were quickly halted as the ringtone of his mobile cut through the settled silence. "Gibbs..." He answered the call then listened to the person who called him. "Yeah. On it." He finished. Shutting the phone off.

"Case?" She quizzically asked.

Gibbs nodded dully. "We'll talk about this later." He held the card up to her eye line then reached across to steady her shoulders. Giving her a kiss on the cheek her looked her in the eye. "Congratulations." He gave her shoulder a rub then went back to the bull pen.

Her lab's automatic door announced his presence, slotted back and allowed him through.

Abby was sat in the lab's small office, with the lights dimmed. In her hands she held a small tube-like object which she quickly looked up from to greet Gibbs. Abby stood up up and moved over to him – he immediately enveloped her in a hug. "You're pregnant." Gibbs stated.

"I'm pregnant." She told them both, her eyes watered with unknown tears.

"I'm so pleased for you. So pleased..." He held her face in his hands and kissed her gently on her forehead. "We did it."

"...you did it." Abby leaned back in his arms as she told him.

He nodded, gently, slowly. "I've booked us a break for the weekend. So we can talk about... this. And so you get some time to yourself before the long and sleepless nights start."

After a long and particularly comfortable ride in the rental Gibbs had hired to get them to the location, which was still a mystery. They had arrived.

Right up until she was stood outside it; it had remained a well concealed secret. Her bright cat's eyes which danced frequently between the darkest green and the lightest were wide with awe from the spectacle in front of her.

She knew that Gibbs was gifted with the ability of making amazing things with his hands; at that mere thought she subconsciously put a hand to her growing stomach, knowing he'd made an amazing thing with her.

But seeing the snow covered, vast yet cosy log cabin meters away from her had her imagining just how gifted he really was.

Gifted was an understatement at any rate.

Abby was broken out of her train of thought solely about her Silver Fox - as she playfully called Gibbs by the fox himself. Leroy Jethro Gibbs took the rucksack from her shoulder; eyeing her cautiously at a remark she might make about the fact she had no need for him to weight on her hand and foot every second. Instead she smiled sweetly at him and at his protective motion which performed by anyone else would've been seen as a poor attempt to flirt with her; especially if the action had been carried out by Tony.

Sliding her hand into his free hand, Gibbs at her side felt her give his hand a small squeeze as another possible 'thank you' at his friendly un-Gibbs-like action.

Feeling she was cold he broke the tenably romantic action and moved his arm around her waist; drawing her to him slightly and guided her into the log cabin.

Once inside – the beauty didn't cease. There were beams of dark ebony exposed on the ceiling, to the left of her was a large bay window which frame was made out of the same dark wood. The bay window was cushioned with dark plum velvet cushions that also adorned a love seat and a stiff high-back chair in front of the fire situated a few feet away from the harsh bay window. To her right was a door, yet again made from the ebony wood. Either side of the door hung pictures and photographs of the snow-capped mountains, animals that lived in the woods beyond and historic buildings decorated the bare wall. Even though the outside gave an impression of it being cold and unwelcoming; the inside portrayed an entirely different story, with the dominating dark oak and warm fireplace taking the place of the story tellers.

Abby pushed open the ajar door, giving it the briefest of touches; beyond stood a four-poster bed in dark velvet. It's four posters free of any curtains or anything that would spoil the mystery and mastery the large king size bed commandeered. Either side of the bed was a small night stand each with a small lamp, perpendicular to the bed rested a tired dresser with an old television that could could possibly be black and white... knowing Gibbs.

The raven haired lab Tech came out of the cosy bedroom and into the main, where Gibbs was stood inspecting the fire-place by jabbing a fire-poker into the left remains. He turned to her, immediately noticing the calm expression on her face, her lips in another sweet smile that warmed his bruised heart a humble amount.

Her tranquil smile didn't vacate her dark lips as she made her way over to him. Pulling him delicately to herself. Her arms loosely around his neck, resting on his broad shoulders, her elbows hanging off his sinewy upper torso. Gibbs drew his arms around her small but growing waist only after giving her a fleeting once-over.

"I love this place, Gibbs, it's beautiful." She mumbled excitedly.

"Beautiful, Ab? And you've not even seen all of it yet." He kissed her temple gently.

"What haven't I seen?" She frowned.

"The bathroom. I decked it all out for ya."

Abby took her arms from around his neck and hurriedly rushed to the bathroom to the far right of the lit fire-place. She opened the door and the first thing that greeted her almond shaped eyes was the luscious white roll-top bath, scented candles littered around the floor around the bath, rose petals scattered haphazardly in the bath and a small punk bear with a purple mohican clutching a small box of chocolates sat on the space between the taps. Abby sighed, contented in the beautifully decorated room. She took the chocolates from the bear's paws and turned to the door to rush back to Gibbs waiting by the fire for her reaction.

Gibbs watched his favourite lab Tech waddle over to him as she carried the box of chocolates and toy bear; throwing the bear onto the couch, she launched herself at him; pulling him into a tight, rib-crushing hug. Gibbs looked down at her footwear – her usual vegan friendly black high-platform boots, laced to perfection. He smirked against her cheek, wondering if she would give up wearing them six months from now, heavily pregnant and succumbing to odd food cravings.

Jethro pulled away from her and rested a hand on her inked neck. Her spider-web tattoo under his fingers as he ran his thumb down her cheek. "I was thinking you could relax for the evening. Take a relaxing bath, eat chocolates, curl up on the bed with a cuppa hot cocoa. That sorta thing."

Abby smiled at the peaceful image painted in her mind.

"...or I could cook for you? In the fireplace? Seeing as there's no cooking appliances I threw some steaks in a cooler for the trip with all our bags and stuff. And before you say it, I got you a veggie option." Gibbs turned to her, seeing her already tucking into the small box of chocolates. "Although looking at you, I think you've already made your decision." He took in the comical sight of her munching on pralines.

Abby shrugged casually, the remainder of a chocolate forming a small bump in her cheek. "I don't mind, Gibbs. Both sound equally as nice." She replied with a signature Abby Sciuto smile.

End of Chapter Nine! O:

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