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A/N: This chapter contains various genres, to be honest. I'm sure you will all still like it though!
I apologize for any mistakes, tell me where they are if you find any!
Enjoy!
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Earlier…

Gibbs closed the door and leaned on the back of it, rubbing a hand over his face. He had almost pulled her down on top of him, and made love to her right there on the couch, regardless of who was standing at the door.

Whatever he was currently doing with Hollis, it was a relationship, and he wasn't a cheater. But, he couldn't help but think…

Was it still cheating if it was Abby?
Could he have touched her the way he wanted to, and it wouldn't be considered as an affair?
Was it different if his fingers were running through her raven locks all night long rather than blond or red?

Everything was different when it came down to Abby of course, it always was. But when you brought intimacy into the mix…'Stop.'

His mind reluctantly obeyed.

Gibbs went upstairs and sat in the rocking chair again. He looked at the adorable baby girl in the crib. He could so clearly see her growing in his house, as his daughter, and himself being with Abby. Gibbs could easily imagine her - maybe seven or eight years old - standing next to the boat while he was sanding it.

"Why don't you use an electric sander, Daddy?"
He looked up at Anna, and immediately smiled at her black pigtails. He gestured her over. "Come here."
She walked over to him. Gibbs took her hand and put it on the frame of the boat, moving it up and down. "Feel that?"
Her nose wrinkled "It's…prickly."
Gibbs chuckled. He handed her a sanding block. "Here." He put his hand on top of hers and put it on the Annabelle, his newest boat. He directed her hand and the sanding block across the wood one, two, three times.
Gibbs put the sanding block down and pointed at the boat. "Now feel." Anna put her hand on the boat and moved it across the wood with a thoughtful look on her face.

He looked up at Abby, who had been watching them from the top of the basement steps. He grinned at her as she smiled at him, love and devotion mirrored from her eyes to his.
Anna turned back to him, a happily shocked look on her face. "It's so smooth!"
He nods. "Can't get it that smooth with an electric sander, Anna."

He knew he was confusing his memories of Shannon and Kelly with his imagination of Abby and Anna, but damn, it felt so real.
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Later…

Gibbs woke up in the rocking chair, about an hour later. He had not realized that he'd dozed off. He looked at Anna, who was just beginning to cry. Gibbs rolled his shoulders and stood over the crib to pick up the baby girl.

"Shh, Anna…" Gibbs brought her up to him and kissed the top of her head like he remembered doing so many times to Kelly.
He left the room with her and carefully walked down the stairs with her.

Gibbs entered the kitchen and got Anna's bottle ready, holding her the entire time. Once it was finished, he returned back up the stairs to feed her.

Gibbs resumed his place in the rocking chair with Anna and fed her with the bottle. She was still rather fussy, so Gibbs thought of something that would probably work. He used to sing songs to Kelly when ever she would squirm. Shannon and he would hum and sing her favorite song to her all night if that was what it took.

"'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy, when skies are gray,
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away…'"

He swallowed back the lump in his throat as he held Abby's baby. 'Abby's baby'. That's why they were beautiful. Just being near to Abby or Anna made you beautiful in one way or another. They were beautiful because they made you beautiful. He removed the bottle when he noticed Anna was beginning to nod off.
He continued…

"In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me,
When I awake, my poor heart pains,
When you come back and make me happy,
I'll forgive you, dear, I'll take all the blame…"

He was afraid he wouldn't finish the song with how much his throat had closed. Bittersweet memories of Shannon and Kelly...

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Present Time…
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"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy, when skies are gray…"

He looked up at the new voice, Abby. Gibbs and Abby continued to sing together as she moved closer to the rocking chair.

"You'll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away…"

"You're good, Gibbs," she says when they finish . "You could do Broadway."
Gibbs lets out a laugh.

She moves behind him and runs her hand along the polished wood of the rocking chair. She cherished the feeling she got whenever she felt it. It reminded her that Gibbs had made it specifically for her and Anna. And he'd crafted it with his own hands for them, she loved it.

Abby put her hands on either side of the top of the chair and bent down to whisper to Gibbs. "This is the only place I can get her to fall asleep, Gibbs. She loves this chair so much."

Gibbs took great pride in the fact that something he'd made with his own hands was apart of Abby and Anna's daily life. In a way, it was like him being there even even at times he wasn't - he knew he always would, though.

He smiled down at the sleeping baby. "She looks just like you, Abbs," Gibbs observes aloud. He moves his hand to tug softly at the piece of fabric at the baby's chin.
Abby stands straight. "Except her eyes," she adds with a thoughtful look on her face. "They're…icy blue. Every time I look at them, I think of you."

As if on cue, Anna's eyes tiredly fluttered open, revealing a set of sapphire blue eyes, as described by Abby.
It was definitely true; her eyes looked remarkably like Gibbs'. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that he was her real, biological father.

Anna smiled sleepily when she saw Gibbs holding her, then her eyes slowly shut again and she was soon deep in sleep.

"Come on, Gibbs," Abby says quietly. "Daddies need their sleep, too."
He looked at her abruptly, but she had already turned away to flatten out a part of the sheet on the bed. He sighed. Gibbs stood and put Anna in her crib, he covered her with one of the baby blankets. "Night, Anna."

He was almost out the door when Abby calls him. "Wait."
Gibbs turns back toward her. "Abbs?"
"Can you stay in here tonight?"
"That chair can get pretty uncomfortable, Abby." He knew where she was going.
"That's why there's a bed."
He gave her a look. "Please, Gibbs?"

"Abbs-"
"I won't tell anyone that you were singing."
"Would you have told anyone, anyway?"
She shuffles on her feet a bit. "No."
Gibbs sighs. "Alright."
"Thanks, Gibbs."

She scurries off towards the attached bathroom. Before she even gets in there, she tries to unzip the back of her dress. Even though she's unsuccessful, a smirk appears on her face, but she is facing away from him, so he can't see.

She quickly drops the smirk and turns back to him. "Gibbs, can you…" She points to the zipper on her back.
His eyebrows shoot up. That was a bit too much to ask of him. "You put it on by yourself, so you can take it off by yourself."
"What if I don't want to take it off by myself?"
"You know, I'd hate to start smacking you like I do DiNozzo," Gibbs says.
"You wouldn't…" He gives her a look. "You would?"
"It won't be on the back of the head…"

"If you feel comfortable enough to do that," she turns her back to him again, "then, unzip away."
Before he even realized what he was doing, he swatted her behind.
She turns to him, her face the description of shock. "You would!" she exclaims as quietly as possible. "I didn't think you would, but you did!"

He nudged her towards the bathroom. "Change."
She saluted him. "Yes, sir!"

'Wrong hand.' Gibbs caught a glimpse of her cross tattoo as she pulled the zipper down before she disappeared out of sight.
He sighed. 'This is going to be a hell of a long night…'

He slid down his sweat pants down and put them on top of the dresser. He was already wearing his usual wife-beater so that completed his night attire; a wife-beater, and boxers.

Abby stepped out of the bathroom, her hair now out of its usual pigtails. All he could see on her was one of his shirts, he prayed there was something under or else he would not sleep at all through the night.
Gibbs did a double take on the shirt. "Where'd you get that shirt?"

She shrugged, lifting her shirt a bit to reveal hot-pink undies. "It was already at my apartment."
"Huh. I've been looking for it."
Abby lifted the hem a bit. "Do you want it back?"
"Maybe tomorrow…When there's more underneath it."

Abby thought she had stopped the teasing after the Marilyn Monroe costume, but she figured that an aroused Gibbs and jealous Mann equaled a great show. Not to mention the great fun the flirting part would be - or already was.

Gibbs sat on one side of the bed while Abby walked towards the other side to do the same. She checked on Anna, pleased that she was still sleeping, and laid down.
Gibbs lay on his back with his arm around Abby, she was resting her head on his chest. She tried to make her sprained arm more comfortable without putting a heavy wait on Gibbs' chest.

He noticed it, gently grabbed her bad arm and rested it on his chest anyway. Abby smiled at that.
"Night, Gibbs." Her smile grew a bit wider. "Night, Anna."
Gibbs planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Goodnight, Abbs, goodnight, Anna…goodnight Mary Alice, goognight Johnboy.
Abby laughed.

Soon, he felt Abby relax against him, other than her fingers tiredly toying with the silver hair at the nape of his neck, but he was positive that she was asleep; her breathing wasn't regulated and her pulse was relaxed. She was doing it in her sleep.

He wondered, if maybe one day, Abby falling asleep in his arms, would become a regular occurrence.
'Sleep, Marine.'

He did.

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A/N: Anybody catch an old show reference? 'Goodnight Mary Alice, goodnight, John Boy'.
If you know what show it is from, tell me in your review! Hint: The show is way before my time, beginning in 1972.

I intrigued myself while writing this chapter, it seems to have taken a turn down a more flirtatious road.
Oh, and I am sorry about all the teasing! Lots of teasing, but not exactly the GAbby action you want, not yet. Soon, though.
Tell me what you thought about this one!