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Spoilers: Hiatus Part II, Shalom
A/N: I had Gibbs stay in Mexico for five months instead of four. It helped with the time-line.
Okay, this is BY FAR the LONGEST chapter! It's about 2,000 words longer than all of the others! This is my favorite chappy so far!
The song Superhuman by Chris Brown goes really well with chapter if you want to listen to it while reading.
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I hope you like the way I organized this chapter! Just a little taste of what they are both going through while they are away from each other at certain points of his hiatus.

Gibbs: 1/5 Months In Mexico
"Dreams About That 'Abby' Woman."

Seeing her body, much more visible than any other time, and having it all to himself, overwhelmed him. Feeling her smooth skin under his rough fingers, placing kisses from her naval up to her lips.

Touching, rubbing, kissing, feeling…

Exploring.

Gibbs settled himself inside of her, slowly at first. Then, not being able to wait any longer, he thrust into her, feeling everything inside of her with himself for the first time. Fire continued to burn within him as the need to utterly claim her became nearly unbearable.

They moved together. He watched as Abby's eyes lidded in undeniable pleasure and she moaned, while he groaned at the feeling of her walls closing around his length. Her nails dug into his back as she came, crying out his surname. Hearing her, he was filled with the sensation of how surreal this moment felt. He groaned her name as he followed her off of the edge.

He buried his face in her neck, exhaustion of all of the recent events overtaking him. Gibbs kissed the spot right under her ear as they both tried to catch their breath again. When he finally gained the strength, he rolled off of her and gathered her into his arms while she laid her head on his chest.

"I love you, Gibbs."

Gibbs smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, too, Abby."

"Abbs…" Gibbs mumbled in sleep. He tried reaching for the body that he believed would be lying there.

Not finding anything, he opened his eyes, confused.

He sighed. 'Not exactly where I thought I was…'
Gibbs was on Mike's porch in Mexico, sitting in a crappy yard chair. He just had woken up from the dream he'd been having since he had came to Mexico. And, oddly enough, he was hugging the hammer the used to fix the roof, to his chest like a security blanket. He looked over at Franks, who had also fallen asleep. As usual.

"Probie," Mike says, proving that he had been faking sleep. "Don't you have something better to do than have wet dreams on my porch?"
"What?" Gibbs asks.
"Dreams about that 'Abby' woman."

"How'd you know about her?"
"Probie, no one's able to get you to talk when you're awake, but when you're sleepin', I can't get you to shut the hell up!"

Abby: 2/5 Months Without Gibbs
Not Going To Think About Him

'I'm not going to think about him,' Abby thought as she moved around her lab, switching test tubes in her mass spectrometer.

'I'm not going to think about his silver hair. I'm not going to think about how saw him smile more after we got together. I'm not going to think about his mesmerizing eyes. I'm not going to think about how he told me about Shannon and Kelly before I'd even worked here three months.'

'I'm not going to think about the time Kate was being sarcastic and told me Gibbs was probably in love with me and I nearly choked to death on my Caf!Pow. I'm not going to think about the first night in his basement.'

Abby moved over to her central lab chair, sat down, and began to rub her hand up and down her pregnant belly that was beginning to show more and more.

'I'm not going to think about the day the totally platonic kisses to my cheek moved to my lips. I'm not going to think about how I used to sign dirty things to him in ASL just to see if he could stifle a laugh.'

Abby smiles at the last one. 'I'm not going to think about the times when he couldn't.'

'I'm not going to think about how he spent more than four hours in an elevator with me when Mikel was after me just to make me feel better.' She begins to frown. 'I'm not going to think about how that wasn't the first time we made love in an elevator.'

'I'm not going to think about how he'd said it wasn't a wasted day when I convinced him to spend the entire Saturday in bed with me. I'm not going to think about how much I believed him when he'd told me that he would always keep me safe. I'm not going to think about how he always used to tell me how beautiful I am.'

Abby gazed at the picture of Gibbs on the plasma screen as if she were waiting for him to jump out of it.

'I'm not going to think about him…'

'Well, maybe a little bit.'

Gibbs: 3/5 Months In Mexico
Sidetracked

Why hadn't she called him? Didn't she miss him as much as he missed her? He'd left the number to the cantina taped to the Caf!Pow he had left on the desk before he left. So, why hadn't she called?

Did something happen? No, no, no. Gibbs dismissed that thought immediately; even though he's in Mexico, someone still would have tried to find him and tell him if anything had happened. Especially if something had happened to Abby.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind at NCIS headquarters that Abby is his favorite. The Caf!Pows, the kisses to her cheek, the way he'd stand so close to her, the way…

The list went on and on.

Gibbs absentmindedly hammered harder on the roof, deep in thought. He remembered the way he left her; he'd kissed her cheek and that had been that.

'I am such a bastard.'
He sighed.

Realizing how sidetracked he'd gotten, he decided to get back to the main point…

Why hadn't she called yet?

Abby: 3/5 Months Without Gibbs
Something Productive

Abby looked longingly at the phone on her desk. She wanted to call him so badly. Very badly. So why couldn't she just pick up the phone?

Think about if you had to do it…You have to tell the man you're in love with, that you love him and are having his child, while he is across the country mourning the loss of his wife and daughter whom were murdered fifteen years ago. And worst of all, he doesn't even remember ever being intimate with you.

A little more understandable now?

Well, if she was going to get her mind off of this she might as well do something productive.
***

Abby entered the lift and pressed the floor number of the bullpen. She'd called Ducky and Palmer and told them to go to the same floor. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. But, it had to be done sometime, and she was running out of time. It was becoming more obvious that she was pregnant, with her figure and all.

So she might as well just get it over with and tell the team, already.

Abby took a deep breath when the elevator doors opened, and stepped out into the bullpen.

She walked over to the group of desks where her favorite agents were standing, with the exception of one, of course, speculating about what it was Abby wanted to tell them.

"Abbs?" Tony asks, concerned as to why she'd had the team gather.
"Is something wrong, my dear?" Ducky questions as well, his fatherly side appearing.

"I have something very important to tell all of you," Abby states, her heart pounding in her chest.
"What is it, Abby?" McGee asks, as Ziva moves away from her desk to join the group in the middle of their desks.

"I'm pregnant."

The faces; she sees shock, shock, and, well, more shock.

"Congratulations Abby," Ziva recovers from her surprise. "This is a happy occasion for you, yes?"
Abby smiles at her, forgetting her earlier stress. "Yes, it is," she says happily.

The team all congratulates her happily, although they were still a little blown away by the unexpected news.
After all of the hugs, McGee is surprisingly the one brave enough to ask the question everyone is thinking.

"Um, Abbs…Who's the father?"

Damn. Why hadn't Abby thought of this earlier? A bunch of federal agents that have an involuntary need to investigate were learning of their unmarried, Goth, lab rat's pregnancy. Of course they would all want to know!

Abby bit the inside of her lip in thought. "It's, uh…"

Ziva senses she doesn't want to talk about it and interrupts. "Do you want to have a boy or a girl?"
Abby smiles brightly. "Well…"

Gibbs: 4/5 Months In Mexico
The Two Sides of His Brain

Gibbs lies in his bed at Franks shack in Mexico, alone in the building. Franks had spent the night with a woman. He was surprised that Mike had convinced Camila to sleep with him. He didn't not know how, but he definitely did not want to know.

Just lying somewhere, alone, gives you a lot of time to think about things, whether or not you want to think about them. They always worm their way into your subconscious and sit at the back of your mind until that's the only thing left to think about.

He thought about his team, mostly Abby. He wondered what she was doing right now.
'Sleeping, of course.'

After all, it was - Gibbs checked the digital clock on the nightstand and mentally calculated - about 4:30AM in DC.

He wondered if anything had changed with her. Four months. That was quite a while to be away from a person you love. Love enough to have dirty dreams about her every night that you're not dreaming of your deceased family. He shouldn't be thinking of her that way.

Gibbs sighed. The two sides of his brain were about to get into a fight…

Left Side of Gibbs' Brain: She's too young for you.
Right Side of Gibbs' Brain: You know Abby doesn't give a damn about age.

Left Side of Gibbs' Brain: They're too different.
Right side of Gibbs' Brain: Like hell they are. She knows him better than he knows himself. I'm not saying that she's close to building a boat in her basement, but how similar you are doesn't matter, it's how well you understand each other.

Left Side of Gibbs' Brain: Very poetic of you. But they work together. Rule 12 remember?
Right side of Gibbs' Brain: 'Rule twelve remember?'. Very intimidating of you, mister left side of the brain. But you know it doesn't count because she's technically not on his team. And it's not as if you'd ever hesitate to break a rule for Abby, even if it is Rule 12.

Left Side of Gibbs' Brain: Why don't we just ask the man, then?!
Right side of Gibbs Brain: Fine! Okay, Gibbs, what do you think?…Hello? Oh great! We've put him to sleep!

Abby: 5/5 Months Without Gibbs
Our Little Gibblet

Abby was going crazy without Gibbs. No Caf!Pow, and especially no Gibbs. How could one survive? What was she going to do? Should she call him? Was he even coming back?!

'No, no, no,' Abby thought. 'He's coming back.' Tears filled her eyes almost immediately. 'He's coming back, right? I don't know what I would do…'

Abby tried to switch her train of thought by thinking of her doctor's appointment that day. She was going to know if she was having a boy or a girl, after all! She should be excited! Happy! Peppy and perky!
But why couldn't she be?

Gibbs, that's why.

'Ah, ah, ah. Only happy thoughts, Abby.'

Okay, the sex of her baby. She'd been planning to find out when she had her little Gibblet, but now, in this situation, she would welcome any distraction.

Abby was 8 ½ months pregnant, almost nine, and wasn't working at the time, but sneaking into her lab didn't count. 8 ½ months wasn't too far along to start painting and decorating the baby's room in her apartment.
Well, more like get Tony and McGee to do it while she and Ziva chatted and made fun of the boy's techniques by getting paint all over each other 'by accident'.

Abby smiles at the picture. Only there was one thing missing, of course.
Gibbs.

She sighs and gazes at the picture she'd taken from Gibbs' house. "I miss you, Gibbs. Please come home soon. I need you, and so does our little Gibblet," she points to her protruding abdomen as if he could see her.

Abby got up and gathered everything she would need at her doctor's appointment for the ultrasound. As she lifted up her purse she saw what was under it. They were the paint swatches she'd been looking at earlier for the baby's room in her apartment.

'Hmm… this could help pass the time…'

Gibbs: 5/5 Months In Mexico
Siesta

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Bang.

The last loud bang with the hammer woke Mike up. "Ah, dammit!" he yells as he spills his beer on himself.

Bang, bang, bang.

Gibbs pops out from on top of the roof. "You say something', Mike?"
"5 months and you still don't understand the meaning of the word siesta, probie?"

Bang, bang, bang.
"The roof's not gonna' fix itself, Mike. Tropical storm season's only a few weeks away."

"You ever stop to think that I like rain?"
"Yeah, just maybe not inside your house," Gibbs says, stepping down on the ladder from the roof.

The truth was that he needed something to keep him busy. At DC, he had his boat and work. But here, in Mexico, he didn't have much to help him stop thinking about Abby. The roof was simply a distraction.

"Don't you have a boat to build, or something'?"
"Well the problem with that, Mike, is I'm using all my good lumber to fix your dog-rot house," Gibbs answers, then takes a swig of his own beer.

"I've got a better idea. Why don't you use it to build your own. Somewhere down there," Franks points in a general direction to he and Gibbs' left, close to the ocean.
"Hey, you just say the word, I'll be gone," Gibbs tells him, even though on the inside, he's actually considering the suggestion.
"Don't tempt me, Jethro," he says, "I ain't nearly drunk enough!…But I was thinking, maybe your next project could be a nice little hot tub, say yea big, right over there." He jokes and points again.
"You want teak, or redwood?"

Before Mike could answer, Camila came out from the side of the house. "Hola, gentlemen," she greets.
"'Gentlemen'? She can't be talkin' to you and me, Gunny," Mike says.
"You? No. Senor Gibbs? Si," She tries to irritate Mike by talking to Gibbs more. Camila takes a swig of Gibbs' beer. "I hope you're not letting him work you so hard."

"Nah," Gibbs says nonchalantly.

"He's livin' here for free, what does he expect?" Mike attempt to get Camila's attention by intruding in their conversation.
"Perhaps someday, he will tell us."

"Hey," Mike says, stepping between her and Gibbs. "How much do I owe you?"
She laughs at his jealousy. "Twenty-five American. And you have a phone call."
"Okay," Franks says.
"Not you," she pulls out her cell phone and dials a number. "Leroy Jethro."
Camila holds out her phone for Gibbs to take.

"Who is it?" He asks her.
"A woman. She sounded muy upset."

Abby. He knew Abby would be upset, but after all these months, why call now? Something bad must have happened.

Gibbs takes the phone from her outstretched hand.
Mike laughs. "Probably that lady director of yours, 'bout to have a nervous breakdown." Camila smiles at that. "Or maybe even Abby, that good-lookin' lab rat you've got cooped up in forensics. The one you keep havin' dreams about."

Gibbs glares at Franks, causing him to chuckle.

"Yeah, Gibbs," he says into the phone, still glaring.
[Hola. Uh, how's Mexico?]

Not Abby. He is filled with relief and disappointment at the same time. "Ziva. How'd you get this number?"
[From Abby. And, if it helps, I forced it out of her.]
"No, it doesn't. What's wrong?" GIbbs asks as he walks around the side of the house.
[Why does something always have to be wrong?] she asks defensively. [Can't I just speak with an old friend? Do a little 'catching up'?]
"Today, Ziva."

Mike sneaks around the side in an attempt to listen to the conversation.

[Okay…] she sighs. [I may be in a little bit of trouble.]
"Yeah? Define 'little'." he looks over to the side absentmindedly, then does a double-take, as he thought he saw Mike listening to the discussion.
[I'm currently on the run from the FBI, NCIS, Mossad, and my father.]
That's pretty impressive. "Geez. What'd you do?"
[I did nothing, Gibbs. I swear I did nothing.]
"Where's DiNozzo?"

[He can't help me.]
"Well, you should talk to Jenny. Jenny can help you."
[I can't.]
"Ziva! Look, I'm retired, I'm three thousand miles away. What do you think I can do that they can't?"

[Honestly, I don't know. I was hoping maybe…Save me?] She was crying by now and Gibbs knew it.

Gibbs hung up the phone.

He was going back to Washington.
***

A/N: I hope you are all going to watch the 'Dear Abby Marathon' on USA at 1:00PM today! It's an NCIS marathon all about Abby!