The next morning, Abby was humming along to her music, not noticing the man standing at the threshold of her lab. The air conditioner had been fixed, she had a Caf!Pow, so she was in a good mood. Gibbs, watched as her hips swayed side to side with the beat of the music. He was enthralled with the slight glimpses of pale flesh that would show between her skirt and stockings each time her hips moved. Last night he had learned that Abby, his forbidden Gothic beauty, was the one he had been confessing his sexual fantasies about—too (although she was undercover and using a different identity). He loved Abby, he desired and needed her like he never thought possible. And he would do just about anything to make her happy…and he now knew how to do it.

He glided over, making sure she wouldn't hear him, and stood directly behind her—like she apparently loved. He made to stand just a fraction of an inch closer than he had previously dared to; this meant that his body grazed against hers. He felt her tense and perk up.

"Gibbs! You scared me."

Neither one of them moved as Gibbs leaned in to whisper against her ear, "Got anything for me, Abby?"

Heat…hot molten-fire heat burned through her as he whispered into her ear. His body was so close, she couldn't stop hers from reacting. At first she felt her skin ripple and shiver. Then her nipples hardened, making her breasts perk up and stand out. She could still feel his breath against her as she tried desperately to answer him and keep herself in check.

"Mmm, what?"

Gibbs stifled a laugh and had to use all of his strength not to take her right then.

"I said…got anything for me, Abby?"

"Oh...um, no. Not yet."

He allowed his lips to brush against her ear when he said, "well, let me know when you do." He tore himself away from her luscious body and rushed to his desk…he had to see her reaction. He flipped on the camera to her lab and watched. She was still in the same position he had left her in. He could see her breathing was heavily labored, and her cheeks were flushed.

'How had I never noticed?!'

He almost felt perverted for watching her like this, but he thought back to their conversations and how she had confessed to liking the idea. She stayed in the same position for a few more moments, then muttered something to herself—obviously working up the courage to return to work.

'What to do next?' he wondered…

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"Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!!"

Abby was attempting to calm herself down; although that was proving REALLY hard. He had just turned her on so badly she needed both a cold shower and change of underwear! She felt utterly helpless. She had (previously) had lovers who were capable of making her hot; but none like this. Her entire body was melting from the heat…and this time it wasn't from the broken air conditioner. She felt like she was suffocating in her long-sleeved t-shirt. Digging through her desk, she found a short-sleeved one.

'Shit! There's a reason it was here and not in my closet at home!' She ran to the bathroom to change, noticing how tight it was. She had forgotten it was a gift from Ziva from last Halloween. Ziva had mistakenly believed you gave gifts during this holiday…Abby loved the shirt, but found it was a little too tight to wear to work. She had forgotten she had hid it in her desk until now.

'Óh well,' she thought as she pulled it on, admiring the blood red letter that stretched across her chest: "Good Girl Gone Bad". She slipped back into the lab, made sure her latest tests were still running then sat down. She really just needed a minute to regain her balance. After awhile, she got up and threw on her lab coat; she didn't want Ducky or Palmer seeing her in this tight of a shirt.

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Gibbs watched in equal parts horror and admiration as she re-entered her lab; now sporting a short-sleeve shirt. He realized instantly it was tighter…too damn tight. When she turned, he caught the words and felt himself grow instantly hard. "Fuck, Ziva for giving her that damn shirt!" His thoughts were interrupted by that very same person…

"Ah, Abby's wearing the shirt I got her, yes?"

Gibbs tried to cut the feed, but kept hitting the wrong button.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Special Agent Gibbs. She is quite something to look at."

"Don't ask; don't tell, Ziva. What are you doing out of sensitivity training?"

(Laughing) "You sound like Tony. But I misspoke…I only meant that it is understandable that a man such as you would find her intriguing. And as far as the class…the instructor asked me to leave. Something about me intimidating the others."

"Officer David, you will go back in there and apologize. Play nice. You all have to pass this session."

Ziva took in the famous Gibbs stare, and slightly cringed. "Ah…well, as you mention it, yes. I should be getting back to the class. Duly noted, Gibbs."

Gibbs watched her go, secretly laughing that she had found him out. He returned his attention to his favorite girl, when the plan struck him.

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"Abby?"

"Gibbs! Twice in one day with the scaring. What's up?"

"You got any results yet?"

Gibbs walked closer, coffee (from downstairs) in-hand. He knew Abby and he knew she tended to be accident prone when her mind was focused somewhere else. He left the coffee cup sitting in a position that would surely lead to her spilling it. He didn't have to wait long.

"Oh god! I spilled your coffee. And dangit, I got it all over my lab coat."

Gibbs once again stifled a laugh as she stripped off her coat, revealing her tight shirt.

"Abs, since when did we get child-size shirts ok'd to wear to work?"

"Gibbs! It was a gift from Ziva, and--you are joking, aren't you? You are so mean!"

"You've got a little, right here…"

Gibbs stepped once again into her personal space, only this time it was face-to-face. He reached his hand up, making sure her eyes followed them, and touched the very corner of her lips. No, of course she didn't have coffee there from the spillage; but it was fun none the less. He watched as she opened her mouth slightly, and sucked in her breath.

"Gibbs—"

There are ways a man knows he has turned a woman on. He can see her chest heaving; he can almost smell her sex dripping wet; he watches as her eyes widen and lips form a sensuous 'O' formation; her breath catches as she subconsciously makes a sound between a gasp and a moan. Gibbs saw all these things instantly in Abby. Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, taking in her smell. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breath became ragged as he instead used his tongue to clean off the imaginary coffee.

Pulling away from her after tasting what was almost her lips, was the third hardest thing he had yet to do. But he couldn't continue this…not here and certainly not now. Instead, he positioned his lips once again beside her ear and whispered,

"Coffee tastes better that way."

Poor Abby stumbled, her body trying to seek the comfort of the man who just walked out of her lab. She was almost to tears with insane desire. She had never expected…not in all of the years they had worked together; that he would ever…she needed an ice cold shower…NOW.

Before she could excuse herself, her cell rang.