My Angel 20

A/N: 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. The text Tony reads on the grave stone is mine.

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 best friend, Laci.

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GABBY – DON'T LIKE DON'T READ.

PREVIOUSLY ON "My Angel"

"I can't believe it! Now she's dead, and he still didn't come to me! She's FINALLY GONE AND HE STILL HASN'T COME TO ME!"

Next thing that could be head was a whiskey glass shattering into a million pieces as it crushed against the wall; a bitter laugh was heard then as the whiskey was observed as it made its course down the wall leaving a wet trail behind.

"YOU'LL BE MINE AGAIN GIBBS, NO MATTER WHAT I HAVE TO DO TO ACHIEVE IT... BUT YOU'LL BE MINE AGAIN!"

TWENTY

Gibbs and Abby had finally managed to get out of bed, reluctantly so, but they had. They both felt genuinely happy. They were sitting in the kitchen eating the food Gibbs had cooked for them. Both sitting opposite from one another at the table, they smiled at each other whenever they looked up from their meals. Their meals. Abby and Gibbs had ordered Chinese food earlier, which they'd cancelled as their mind and bodies were still hungry but for another kind of food. Since they were both happily sore and satisfied, Gibbs called to place a new Chinese food order.

He watched Abby with a predatory look as she went to the bathroom. Finding his shirt on the way, she looked over her shoulder, licked her lips and blew him a kiss.

Damn, she's gorgeous. Gibbs's couldn't help but think.

When both had come down to the kitchen, Abby sprinted to the front door as she remembered they had ordered food. Gibbs stopped her right before she could open the front door.

"No, don't!" Gibbs said firmly.

The scientist halted before turning on her heels to look at him, then suddenly, she understood. It was out of the question for her to open the door, it was too dangerous. If someone was watching Gibbs' house, they would know she was still alive and whoever was behind this would strike again.

Abby nodded her head and went back at the table.

Gibbs opened the door and picked up the food that sat there. At the door a post-it was plastered on one of the small food containers. "Enjoy. It's been paid for and I hope this food will bring you some comfort after the lost of your forensic scientist."

Something's not right here! Gibbs thought. He hurriedly placed the foot inside, grabbed for his gun and ran back outside in his bare feet, only wearing a pair of blue jeans.

"GIBBS!" Abby called horrified.

It took a few instants to realize the impact of her calling his name could have and she prayed that whoever had brought the food had already left when she had called out after him.

Gibbs headed back inside the house, then looked back around quickly. No one was there.

He lowered his gun, put the security back in place and put it between his back and the rim of his jeans, more has a reflex than out of necessity. Once inside again he closed the door behind him. The door was barely closed as Abby rushed in his arms.

"You okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Abbs." He told her, tightening his arms around her.

"What was that all about? Why did you run out like that?"

Gibbs didn't say a word, he just let of Abbs and walked to the food box that was still on the floor. The forensic scientist watched him without a word, she saw him as he took the post-it. Her eyes still followed him as he came back to her and handed her the yellow square of paper.

She read the text written on it out loud.

"Enjoy! It's been paid for and I hope this food will bring you some comfort after the loss of your forensic scientist."

Abby read the text carefully before she looked at Gibbs. "I don't know who's behind this, actually I think I know who is, but I still have to be sure before I tell you that, but that person is really clever."

The text was typed on the post it in Alex Brush writing; she recognized it instantly as she frequently used it.

"Damn it!" Abby swore.

"Hey, don't worry, we'll get her." He told her and he hugged her.

The black haired scientist pulled back from the hug a little to be able to look at him.

"What makes you think it's a woman?"

"Oh come on, Abbs... You know it's a woman as well as I do. I don't think a man would pay for food for another man, except Fornell maybe... as we sometimes have dinner together to discuss a case, but he would never ever add something like I hope it will bring you comfort... No it's a woman."

"Yeah, you're right, I would bet my money on a woman, too, but who? One of your ex-wives?"

"Maybe. Two of them have tried to kill me before." He smirked.

"It's not funny, Gibbs!"

"It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this, together." Gibbs told her in a soft voice before he leaned forward to brush his lips with hers.

They held each other for a little longer before Gibbs told Abby he was going to call Ziva to see how Tony was doing. When he'd finished his phone call with Ziva, he'd come back to Abbs with a smile and told her that Tony seemed to be getting better.

He also told her that DiNozzo had found the letter and that it seemed to have been what he had needed to make him feel better. What he failed to mention was that he had told Ziva about the little post-it and asked her to do whatever she could with what he'd given her.

Gibbs also told Ziva he would bring her the square of yellow paper in the afternoon the next day.

A smile found its way on her lips and he was pleased to see it back there; he loved when she smiled.

As a common thought, they decided to see what was left in the fridge and fix themselves something with whatever was in there.

Abby had dressed the table while he had cooked.

"Maybe we should change our plans?" Abby suggested as she looked over at him.

Gibbs reached out his hand to touch hers over the table. "We'll change them if necessary, Abbs, but now it's better if we stick to or initial one. Like I said before, we have to become to hunter."

Abby nodded her head and a small smile was forced on her lips, but her eyes told him the true story behind her words. His favorite girl was terrified that anything might go wrong and that her friend's lives would be in danger.

As he read her eyes like in an open book, he removed his hand from under hers to place it on top so he could lace their fingers together.

"It's gonna work, I promise. It's not gonna be easy, but it will work."

This time the smile that appeared on her lips touched her eyes.

000

"You're gonna mine. Mine, mine again." The female voice sang.

Her fingers traced the curves of Gibbs's face from a picture. A smiled caressed her lips as she took a step back to admire the wall in front of her. It was pinned up with hundreds of pictures of Gibbs and the team.

Some had been tampered with. She'd made collages too. Her image was plastered over the faces of Tony, Ziva, and even Ducky. No matter the person who happened to stand close to him, her face had replaced the others.

"You're gonna be mine! Mine! Mine again! Even if it means that I have to kill them all, Jethro, you'll be mine, mine, mine again. And we'll be together FOREVER! Do you hear me, Jethro? FOREVER!" As the woman said the words, she was dancing.

Mine, mine, mine, miiiinnnnnnne again.

Laughing she walked to her desk and sat in her leather chair. Her mind still inhibited with alcohol, she started up her laptop that was sitting on the desk in front of her.

As the woman waited for the machine to start up, she laughed as her mind brought her to the time she was happy with Gibbs. Her laugh died rapidly as her memories with Gibbs brought another woman in the picture. NCIS forensic scientist, Abigail Sciuto...

She had always been there, between them, even before. Abby was always more important. When she called him, nothing or no one else mattered.

Abby and her cute pigtails, her green eyes, her short skirts, and all her skills! Abby this... Abby that... It's always been Abby.

Well I have a *news flash* for you Jethro... Abby's dead because I killed her! Well Chip did it for me, actually, but still - he obeyed my command! Though thinking of it now, that idiot wasn't the best choice for the job, because all that had really mattered to him was to be able to frame Tony. Killing Abby was just sort of a bonus for him.

Note for later, make sure this imbecile will never talk to anyone ever again!

Back to the subject here: Gibbs...

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

Yours forever.

Once she had typed the sentence, she printed it out and took an envelope. Carefully folding the piece of paper and sliding it in, she thought….

I'll put it in your mailbox tomorrow. I could do it tonight, but I won't risk being arrested by the police because I have had one glass too many.

000

Ziva decided to do a little digging while Tony was away.

She would judge if she would tell him about what their boss had asked her to do.

Nice attention, but strange that it came just after Abby's death. Ziva had a suspicious mind, but her gut was telling her that there was more to this than a little attention.

This was only a beginning, the tip of the ice cube... Ziva thought.

TBC...