My angel – part 14

Disclaimer: see part one!

Spoilers: Season 3 up until season 9

A/N: Thanks everyone, so apparently you liked the previous chapter, well then I hope you'll like this one too, I'm really enjoying writing this story you have no idea because it some kind of as taken a life on its own.

# 2: I extended the spoilers because there is some mentions of Gibbs's past and has it is told through the season, I had no other choice.

Thanks to Mark Harmon, Pauley Perrette, Michael Weatherly, Cote de Pablo, Sean Murray, David McCallum and all the other for giving life to the wonderful characters of NCIS. Thanks, Laci as always.

The story has taken a life on its own now, so it'll be longer that I first intended it to be. So you're not rid of me yet on this one.

Thank you to all the reviews for the previous chapter, I'll reply to you as soon as the site will allow me to do so.

Thanks so much to my new beta, finlaure, and thanks so much to my best friend, Laci, who's helping me through this rough time, I'm going through, right now.

WARNING: the rating of the story as changed. It's now rated M

PREVIOUSLY ON MY ANGEL

The fact that didn't find her anywhere could be a good thing, but it could also be something bad, someone could have kidnap her or worse…

Come on, Gibbs how could she have been kidnapped everyone thinks the NCIS forensic scientist is dead.

But for some reason, he couldn't not tame the panicking feelings that had gripped him.

Walking down the stair case of his basement cautiously his blue eyes scanned the ground, she wasn't there either getting the rest of the steps, he verified the place, but no Abby to be seen. Heading up the steps again, he walked toward the staircase that would lead him to his bedroom. Aiming his gun in front of him, Gibbs slowly walked toward his bathroom, checked the room, but still nothing. His bedroom was the last place he had to check and if she wasn't there, he wasn't sure about what he was going to do...

FOURTEEN

Gibbs walked soundlessly to his bedroom, holding his weapon steady in his hand, his heartbeat rising as he was standing next to the doorframe of his bedroom, noticing that the door was ajar. Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the wall a second, praying silently that she was in the room. Praying for it with his entire being.

He couldn't and wouldn't think about what he'd do or what would happen if she wasn't there. He turned slightly so now only his shoulder was supporting his weight against the wall, and slowly placing his hand on the door panel, he pushed it open. Gibbs went in then, a feeling of relief washing over him as he saw her slender frame lying on the bed, his bed.

A smile curving his lips, he put his gun back in its holster.

Walking, slowly, he made his way toward his bed where Abby was lying on her side in one of his shirts. The smile on his face faded when he saw the shirt she was wearing was wet, not soaked, but wet enough to see through it he could see all the magnificent curves of her body and in normal circumstances, the sight would have turned him on, but now it made his blood run cold. Her black hair was wet as well...

Was she sick? Has she been poisoned or had she wrongly dosed the Fugu poison she'd used to fake her death, the effects of it only showing now? All the thoughts running through his mind made his heartbeat rise. All rationality seemed to have left him.

Placing one knee on the end of bed, he reached out, grabbing her shoulders and rolling her onto her back. "Abby?" Her first name came as a soft murmur out of his mouth. Abby slowly moaned as she stirred before she opened her eyes. where she was met with his cobalt blue ones. She smiled, but her smile vanished quickly when she saw the fear that was painted all over his face, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Gibbs?" she whispered in a slightly stressed voice. Thinking at first that something had happened with Tony, but as she looked in his eyes, she understood that the fear she could read on his face and see in his eyes nothing to do with DiNozzo.

Reaching out and placing her hands on either side of his face Abby pulled him toward her, her lips brushed his face softly with butterfly kisses before placing his head against her chest, caressing his soft short silver hair in a soothing motion. The tender gesture was too much for Gibbs, he suddenly broke unable keep his tears on hold any longer, they were now rolling freely down his cheeks.

Abby's hand kept caressing his hair as she told him in a calm soft voice:

"Sssh... sssh, I'm fine, Gibbs, I'm here with you and I have no intention of going anywhere."

"For a moment, I thought I lost you again, that you left..." Abby heard him murmur against her chest in a strange voice as it was strangled my emotions.

The forensic scientist couldn't help but think this was so uncharacteristic for Gibbs even through these special circumstances. After all, she was doing okay, she was safe with him in his house. Abby tried to reassure him.

"I won't leave you, Gibbs, I promise."

"When I saw you lying so still on the bed and wet..." Gibbs couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence; instead, he slid one of his arm under her and pulled her even closer."

It's then that Abby understood what he must have been going through. She realized the he must have lived her death all over again.

"Oh, Gibbs..." Abby felt a knot form in her throat; if she had had any doubt that he really loved her they all went flying out the window. Abby felt a wave of disgust against herself rise through her for what she had to put them through. Thoughts of the one that had left her with no other choice than to put the ones she love in such a pain made her even more disgusted.

When she got her hands on the person responsible for all the misery they were going through, she would kill them and no one would ever know who the murderer was, and even better they would actually never find the body back either. Yeah, she wouldn't hesitate one damn bit.

She was happy to be with Gibbs, but on the other hand, her heart was bleeding for him, the man she'd loved for so long, her rock was falling apart in front of her and there was nothing she could do to ease his pain.

"I'm so sorry, Gibbs."

After a long moment, Gibbs slowly lifted his head to look up at her, eyes still shining with tears, pushing himself up, he smiled through his tears, "not for being alive, I hope." He said in a broken voice before bending down and capturing her lips with his.

His eyes closed at the soft touch of her lips, he had waited so long for this. Now that he finally could, he pulled back though to look her to be absolutely sure she was okay with this.

Abby moaned her disappointment, "why did you stop?"

Gibbs smiled at her comment, his lips finding hers again. The kiss turned passionate almost immediately, he had been so afraid when she hadn't responded to him calling out her name when he'd entered the house. It had felt as if he was brought back so many years ago when Shannon and Kelly got killed.

Several weeks after they were gone he'd caught himself calling for them when he came home in a reflex, forgetting for a brief moment they'd never answer again. It'd been such a painful period of his life that had some point he had even been thinking about committing suicide. He didn't think he would be able to keep living without them, but he did though. He somehow found the strength to move forward.

He went to work for the NIS which would soon become NCIS. Where Mike Franks took him under his wing. While he was working, Gibbs's mind was keeping busy and he wouldn't think about what he had lost, and ended up working more and more, catching bad guy after bad guy, and what did change? Nothing because in the end, it wouldn't bring Shannon and Kelly back.

His private life was a mess, he had remarried and it hadn't worked out, so he decided to try again, but again it failed, Gibbs had even manage to let Fornell steel one of his wives, Diane. She ended up plundering the FBI agent's bank account just like she had done to him. And poor Stephanie, she was the one who had the unfortunate luck to with him while he was working on the Boone case.

Kyle Boone was a serial killer that who claimed having killed twenty-two women. Catching the psycho had taken a lot of his time, energy and a part of his personality.

The result: the bastard was behind bars, but Stephanie left.

Three divorces, and numerous liaisons later one of the most memorable though was the one he'd had with the now Director Sheppard, who was only an agent back then, yup that affair or fling whatever it was called had been unforgettable but not necessarily for the good things. They were on an undercover mission in Europe and as expected the relationship didn't stand for long. It was as if he was cursed once a woman entered in his life, the relationship was doomed to fail no matter the nature of the relationship he had with them.

How hadn't he seen that the only constant in his life was the woman he needed.

Abby was the only woman that accepted him the way he was, she was always there when he needed her, she didn't question his actions, the only she did was support him. Without her, he doubted he would have made it so far.

The forensic scientist knew him like no one else did. He trusted and respected her, she somehow had become the center of his world he suddenly realized, and he loved her more than he thought he could ever love someone.

Gibbs was happy that he could hold her in his arms and kiss her lovely lips, having every intention to show her how much he cared about her, how much she meant to him since she entered into his life. The day they met changed his life for the better, he would tell her that soon.

He would try to be more open about his feelings, yes, he would just for her.

Abby broke the kiss in need for air. "Hmmm, I like it when we kiss," Abby said in a soft but husky voice as she was still out of breath.

"Me too." Gibbs replied in the same tone of voice before adding, "prepare yourself because you'll be kissed very often, so often you'll get annoyed and you'll want me to stop."

Laughing at his words, the scientist saw a twinkled shine in the deep blue orbits of the man she loved so much for so long. "Me? Getting annoyed because of you kissing me too much? NEVER!"

"We'll see..."

"Seriously, Gibbs, how could I ever get bored of you kissing me? When I've waited for you to do so for so long..."

TBC...

Additional note: Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be posted in a few days. This was supposed to be a longer chapter, but a friend suggested me to split it and make two chapters instead of one. I hope you guys are still enjoying the story.