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"Okay, Gibbs," Abby says. "Jack is coming, so we have to get everything ready…Furniture." She starts her determined stride towards the stairs, and Gibbs can't help but chuckle and follow her up.
"Abbs," he calls, still following her through the hall. "You need to calm down, he doesn't come until-"
"Three."
"Yeah, and it's-"
"Eleven thirty four."

He looks at the clock hanging on the wall. "Exactly."
"I guess I am a little nervous…" She turns around and shrugs. "Changing table first."
He sighs. "Alright." They walk into Anna's room.
"What we move now, we won't have to move later right before Jack comes. We could do something else…" She traces her finger down his arm.

He grins. "Point taken."
"Now I've got to go get a turkey, and a bunch of other Thanksgiving stuff. You'll watch Anna?"
"You don't even have to ask, Abbs."
"Good, thanks, Gibbs." She pecks him on the lips, causing him to smile. "Be back soon," she tells him as she grabs her purse
"Before Jack comes?"

"Yep." She knew that if Gibbs' father were to come, and they were alone, there was a possibility that it would result in disaster. Abby kissed him again, slightly longer than before, then pulled away and grinned.
"Later, Gibbs. Later, Annie," She says as she leaves the room.

He heard the front door close.

Gibbs sighed and looked at Anna in the crib. He smiled when he saw her wide blue eyes looking right back into his.
"Are you ready for your first Thanksgiving, Anna?"
The baby giggled like all babies do, and started to chew on her fingers.
Gibbs grinned in return. "Let's see if I can get your stuff into my room…"
---X---
Later…

Abby looked at the clock in Gibbs' car while she drove, 2:30PM. That wasn't too late, Jack probably wasn't there yet. She'd gotten a call from Franks, saying that his plane had arrived at two, and that he had already planned to stay at a nearby hotel. And, of course, that he wanted to meet 'his pretty darling's own pretty darling'.

She longed to blast some Android Lust from the speakers, but his radio was broken, and her hearse was totaled in the accident. Maybe she'd get a new one…
---X---

Gibbs heard Abby's key turn in the lock as he was walking out of Anna's room.
"I'm home, Gibbs!" She calls up the stairs, carrying a few bags inside of the house.

He noticed that she used the word 'home'.
"Hey, Abbs." He goes down the stairs and automatically helps her out with most of the bags.
"Thanks." They take the bags into the kitchen. "He's not here yet, is he?"
"Nope," he responds as he puts the turkey in the refrigerator. "How many people are coming, Abby?" With the amount of groceries she bought, one had to be curious.

She put the cans of cranberry sauce in the cabinet and thought for a moment. She mumbled names as she counted on her fingers. "That's…fourteen including you and me, because Mike landed in DC a few hours ago, Gertie said yes, and Tobias and Eminem weren't doing anything special. Then there's Tim with his date."

"Yeesh, Abbs. Is the table big enough?"
"That's what I wondering…" She tapped her chin. "We could make Fornell sit at the kiddie table?"
Gibbs chuckled and put the pumpkin pie in the fridge as well. "Take pictures."
"I'm sure Em would appreciate that."

By the time they both finished putting everything away, it was two fifty.

"I'm gonna' go change and check on Anna," Abby says.
Gibbs nods and watches her leave the room.

A few minutes later, Abby walks down the steps in dark jeans and a wavy red blouse, with low pigtails, the bands on each of them matching her shirt.
"You look great, Abbs."
She smiles. "Thanks, Gibbs. And thanks for moving Anna's things."
"Wasn't there something you promised me for doing that?" He remembered specifically: "We could do something else…"

"Gibbs! Jack's gonna' be here any second!"
"Do you know which second?"
She sighed, feigning annoyance. "Alright…fine."

Abby reached her arms around his neck and kissed him, like she'd done in the basement days ago, and he returned by wrapping his arms around her and resting his hands on her back.

She walked them backwards until they, ever so gracefully, fell onto the couch, with Abby on top of Gibbs.
She giggled an "Oops," causing Gibbs to crack the lopsided grin that she loved.
"I love it when you smile, Gibbs," she says suddenly.

He smiled again, for her mostly, and kissed her again.
"You're always the one who makes me, Abbs," he tells her as his lips move down from her throat to the spider web tattoo on her neck. "And I love it when you smile, too."

Gibbs hugged her body closer to his. He'd almost lost her for real yesterday, he wasn't going to let go of her now.

Not ever.

He kissed his way back up and captured her mouth with his own.
"I almost lost you, Abby…I don't know what I'd do without you." The fearful images came back, Abby in the OTTO, then it quickly changed to a picture with only Gibbs and Anna, Abby was nowhere to be found.
"I'll never leave you."
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise." She linked her pinky with his, and grinned.

There was a knock at the door, one that reminded Abby of the knock she always heard at her door when Gibbs picked her up the night before her birthday.

"See, Gibbs? I told you, any second." She was about to get up so Gibbs could get the door, but he pulled her back down to kiss her once more.
"Okay, you can go now," he tells her, smiling, as she stands, then he doesn't bother to resist the urge of giving her behind a gentle smack.
"You would! I still can't believe it!"

He chuckles as they reach the door.
Gibbs stands next to her as she opens it.

"Jack!"
Gibbs can't contain his laugh as he sees Abby crash into his father and hug him as if she's known him for years.

"Well, she sure is a friendly one, isn't she, Leroy?" He laughs as well while returning the embrace, albeit with a minute trace of awkwardness.
"That she is," Gibbs - junior - agrees, admiring his girl.

They break apart, with both of them grinning. After all, it wasn't every day that Jack got a hug like that. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Abby." He took her hand in his and kissed the top of it.
If it's possible, her grin widens. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too."

Abby winks at Gibbs as he moves to carry in Jack's things.
Now she knew where he inherited gentlemanlike attitude from.

As Gibbs closed the door, Jackson looked around. Not much was different, nothing was added, in fact, if he had to say, things were missing. Maybe he'd ask his son why later…
He knew that there was only one guest room, and believed that Abby would probably go back to wherever she lived, because Jethro would always be the one sleeping on the couch if need be.

But what he didn't expect, is the what he would find out later on…
---X---
A little while later…

Abby had insisted on making coffee for all of them. And when she had, she'd decided to sit down for a few minutes with them, then go check on Anna so her Silver Haired Fox and his father could have some time alone.

She put two steaming mugs in front of them, then sat down with her own next to Gibbs. The Gibbs men thanked her simultaneously, and Abby nodded, then hid her smile behind a sip.

"I haven't heard much about you, Abby," Jack says. "Except that you know my son well. How long have you two known each other?" That was the only way he could think to start off a conversation and break the silence.

"It was nine years last month," she responds, smiling.
Gibbs' father was pleasantly surprised; he knew it had to be long enough for them to be so comfortable with each other, but he hadn't been expecting that.
"Hmm." The sound showed that it was an interesting fact. There was so much he wanted to know, he wanted to know how much he'd missed out on, but for some reason, he felt it was best if he asked his son when they were alone.

They all had an interesting conversation, mostly revolving around Jack's interest in Abby's tattoos, particularly the one on her neck.

Abby concluded that she had spent enough time downstairs a few minutes afterward. "Gibbs," she begins, gaining the attention of not just one silver-headed man, but two. She laughs. "Gibbs junior, I'm gonna' go upstairs to check with Anna."
Gibbs smiled and nodded, not realizing that his father was confused.
Abby smiled back and went up the stairs.

Jack noticed that as she walked up the steps, all he did was follow her with his eyes, not looking away.

Once she was out of earshot, Jack says, "'Anna?'"
His son's eyes snap back to his father. "What?"
"She said Anna."
"Oh…Anna, is Abby's daughter."

Jack paused for a moment. "Her daughter?"
"Her daughter."
"…Is there someone I'll see at the party tomorrow that I want to congratulate?"
"No."
"Ah, I see, then…Well…How old is she?" Let the discomfort begin.
"She was one month on the sixteenth."

Jackson nodded. Maybe they should stop talking about this. "…Before Abby, has there been anyone as important to you?" His father had never been that good with words either; Like father, like son.
"About that…" Gibbs' father didn't know that he'd divorced three times since they'd last seen each other. Gibbs wasn't entirely sure about how he should break it to him.

Jack raised an eyebrow.
"No…But, I've been married three times."
"Pardon?"
"Three times."
"Leroy…Is that why your house is so empty?"

Gibbs let out an emotionless laugh. "Yeah."
His father backtracked in the conversation a bit. "You said you've been married three times, but you said no when I asked you if there's been anyone important since…since Shannon and Kelly."
"And?"
"Ah." He understood now…somewhat. He wasn't sure he would ever completely get it.

"You like her?" Jackson asks.
"Of course."
The older man waves his hand. "You know what I mean, Leroy."
"I know what you mean…to what extent you meant it to, I'm not sure."
"More than just friends."

"We've always been more than friends, just not in the way you might be thinking."

Once again, Jack wasn't sure he would ever completely understand.
"You should ask her to stay tonight. I can sleep on the couch."
"She's already staying, and you're not sleeping on the couch."
"…But if she's staying, and I'm…Can you clear this up, son?"

"She's not sleeping in the guest room, she's not sleeping on the couch, and she's not sleeping on the floor."
"…Oh, she's sleeping with you?" His father waited a beat. He hid a smirk. "Sorry, unfortunate wording."

Although there was a possibility that he'd handpicked that response.

"Yeah, she's sleeping with me."
"Thought you said that you weren't together?"
"We're not."

"Yeah, and this all makes perfect sense," Jack says.
"It's complicated."
"Oh, I'm sure."

They stopped speaking for a few moments, just a few seconds to gather their thoughts.
Maybe Jackson was trying too hard to understand something that he knew - deep down inside - he would never get.

"You wanna' meet her?" Gibbs asks.
"Anna? Yeah, yeah, I'd like that." Not only was it something that he wanted to do, but it was something that would assist in prying himself out of this odd position.

Both men stood and placed their empty mugs in the sink, then walked up the stairs.
Gibbs led him to his bedroom door, and quietly opened it.

They walked in on Abby rocking Anna in the rocking chair and humming a lullaby to her while she was fed.
"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving, Annie. Aren't you excited?" She asks her daughter in a low voice. "All of our friends will be there. Even Gibbs' dad, Jack. I think you'll get along well. He's just like Gibbs," she laughs.

Gibbs and Jack exchange glances, as well as small smiles.

"They're both able to sneak up on people, like right now." She looks up at them and grins. "Gotcha'."

"I must be losing my touch," Gibbs says.
She huffs good-naturedly . "You? I doubt it. I heard the squeaky step on the stairs," she grins.

"I'll be more careful next time," Jack comments.

Abby laughed. "If you're anything like he is, you won't even have to try. Ya' know, I had to put bubble wrap on the floor just so I could know when he came into my lab, but he made me take it away. Apparently, he enjoys sneaking up on me."
"It is amusing, Abbs," Gibbs says, cracking a smile and moving over to her.

"You wanna' hold her, Jack? I think she's done feeding for tonight," Abby offers as Gibbs plants a kiss on the top of her head.
Jackson gives a large smile. "Of course."
Abby beamed at him and carefully stood with Anna in her arms.

"Here, Anna, meet Jack." She placed the baby in the older man's arms.

Jackson was delighted; the last baby he'd held in his arms had been Kelly, more than twenty years before, and now he was holding the baby of a woman he had only met today, and he has the same feeling that he did long ago. The feeling was importance, he knew the little girl in his arms would be just as important to him as Kelly was.

Gibbs pulled Abby next to him with a hand around her waist and kissed her temple, happy to see that she, Jack, and Anna were all getting along marvelously.

After a few minutes, Jack returned Abby's daughter to her.
"She's a beautiful little girl, Abby," he compliments.
"Thank you, Jack," she smiles as she puts her daughter in the crib.

Something that he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of before occurred to him. Abby was living with his son. With all of the baby's furniture in there, it was more obvious than ever. He wasn't going to comment on it though, because his son had told him in a way, when he said that she was staying, he just didn't clarify for how long.

And he hadn't even thought to ask.

Jack looked at his watch, it was getting late. And he felt that his son would rather be laying with Abby right then than anything else.
"I think I'm gonna' call it a day," he says.

"Oh, okay, Jack. Gibbs and I set up the guest bedroom for you."
He nods. "Thank you."
She returns the nod with a smile as well. "It was nice meeting you."
He steps up to her and kisses the back of her hand like he did earlier. "It was wonderful meeting you, my dear."
She giggles. "Night, Jack." She gives him a quick peck on the cheek.

Seeing that they might need a bit more privacy, she goes to finish tucking in Anna.

"Thank you, Leroy. Thank you for inviting me down here."
Gibbs smiles slightly, knowing that Abby is to thank for the family reunion. "You're welcome."
"And thank that pretty little lady over there for me, too."
He chuckles. "I will…Goodnight, Dad."
"Goodnight, Son."

Abby grinned from across the room, hearing the last part of the conversation.
She was just glad to bring them back together again.
---X---

"He's like you, Gibbs," Abby tells him as they lie in bed together, his arm across her waist, and his chest to her back. "Now I know how you cam to be such a gentleman."
"Only to you."
Her breath escapes in a soft laugh. "And Anna."
"Mmhmm."

"Tomorrow's Thanksgiving."
"Mmhmm."
"Don't forget to pack your spirit."
"Yep."
"Good…Can you say 'yes ma'am' again?"

He chuckles. "Why?"
"It's hot."
"Yes ma'am!"

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