Prompt: Umbrella

He kept her employed.

"I don't care what she looks like, I need a forensic scientist. NOW!"

Abby had heard Agent Gibbs before she met him. She knew she wasn't supposed to hear the conversation between Agent Gibbs and his boss, the Director of NCIS, but she could help but listen.

"You'll fire her before the day is over, I'm tired of hiring new employees three times a week because you can't contain your temper. And believe me, as impressive as her resume is, she'll push your buttons. I can tell."

Abby straightened immediately at the sound of the door opening.

Agent Gibbs marched across the room and pushed an evidence bag containing a bullet into her hand. "Can you match this to a gun?"

"Yeah, if-"

"You're hired." Gibbs glanced back at the Director. "I'll bring you to the lab; the Director will send someone down with a few pieces of additional paper work to fill out."

Abby smiled widely and gave him a sloppy salute. "Yes, sir!"

"Wrong hand," Gibbs grumbled.

He kept her safe.

When Mikel Mawher was after her, Gibbs didn't hesitate to take her home and lock her away in the safety of his house. And even after Mikel had been put behind bars, he kept the doors locked and his gun within reach as they sat in the dimly lit basement playing chess as they sat on saw horses and sipped bourbon from dusty jars.

She had been on edge all day, but at the sound of the deadbolt slipping into place her shoulders visibly relaxed and she gave a soft sigh of relief.

He kept her well-fed.

Abby muffled a giggle when Gibbs swore and stuck a finger in his mouth. "Let me see."

"I'm fine." Gibbs picked up a pair of tongs and used them to rotate the corn cobs he had on the grill.

Abby rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand once he was done with the grill. "I guess it's not too badly burned, you'll live." She touched her lips gently to his finger tips and then gave him a shy smile before moving away from him to finish slicing tomatoes for the salad. She pretended not to notice the grin on his face as he checked the hamburgers on the other half of the grill.

"Thanks for dinner, Gibbs."

"Someone's got to keep you fed."

Abby feigned insult. "I feed myself."

"Caffeine is not one of the main food groups."

"And you're one to talk?" Abby gathered her jacket and purse and stood awkwardly in the entryway.

Gibbs ignored her comment and opened the door for her. "Same time next week?"

He kept her warm.

Gibbs sat on the edge of his bed and pulled the blankets up over her shoulders and tucked them tightly around her. "You alright?"

She nodded and tried to sink deeper into the soft mattress.

"You should've called me before it got this bad. It's below freezing, Abbs. You should've called me or just come over the moment the heat went out."

"I… I know. I... I… just-t thought I could s-snuggle up in my b-bed and w-w-wait it out-t" Her teeth continued to chatter.

Gibbs shook his head and stood. "Don't know what to do with you, Abbs."

He was out of her line of sight for a few minutes before she felt the bed shift behind her. Just as she was gathering the strength to roll over, she felt a strong arm wrap around her middle and shift her back against his firm chest. "Gibbs?"

"Relax, Abbs. You'll stop shivering soon."

She fell asleep with a smile on her face. And woke the same way.

He kept her loved.

Abby's head dropped back against her pillow with a muted thud, and she twisted her hands in the sheets around her, her thighs trembling under Gibbs' firm hands. "God, Gibbs…" She didn't know a tongue could be so talented until she met him.

For two weeks after the first time they'd fallen in bed together, Abby had a hard time looking at him at work unless they were swamped with casework, otherwise the slight twitch of his lips when he looked at her and smiled, that predatory gleam in his eye, caused her to press her thighs together and then, once he had left her lab, she'd had to go to the bathroom to change her underwear.

Sensing her slight distraction, Gibbs flicked his tongue against her clit and then turned to nip at the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Gibbs' lifted his head to look at her and she smiled at him, tracing her fingers delicately up along his jaw in lieu of a thank you. Gibbs turned his head and pressed a kiss to her palm. "I love you."

He was her umbrella clause for life. He covered everything. He was her everything.