Disclaimer: Does anyone reading this really believe that I have anything to do with the real CSI and NCIS. No? Good.

Rated R or T for naughtiness. More romance novel than porn though. Just a warning.

Abby's Lab

That Night

Abby hated waiting. She was the kind of girl who was impatient waiting for the microwave to pop the popcorn. So today was not her day. She had started the day waiting to the security footage to arrive, waiting for her computer to buffer, waiting for her mass spec to spit out results and most importantly, waiting for Gibbs to show up.

He kissed her. HE kissed HER. And now she was waiting. She didn't want to talk about it. She wasn't the kind of girl who wanted to talk about it. She just wanted to see him.

She wanted to know if she had imagined it. How much of the kiss had been her wanting it to be something that it wasn't? Was it even more than just a simple kiss between friends? The kind he gave her everyday. But it had to be different, if only because it felt so different. There was a longing in that moment between them.

He hadn't come to her lab the entire day. Which was unusual. He always came to her lab. Everyday. Except today apparently. She looked around sadly. Trying to not to hope every footstep was Gibbs coming to see her.

"Abby, it's ten o'clock at night, on a Saturday." Tony walked into her lab. "It's time to go home."

"I'm going through the security feed for the MGM." Abby stared at the footage, "I just finish writing a program that will use facial recognition software to find Tom Dias."

"If that program thing will recognize his face than why are you watching it?"

"Good point." She smiled at him, "I should look away." She spun around abruptly and looked at him, "I should do something else. It's like toast."

"Toast?"

"If you watch it... I tire of saying a watched pot never boils.

"You've been spending too much time with Ducky."

"Not possible." She hopped off of her stool, "But I should do something else."

"Like go home and sleep? The director told me to send you home."

"Again?" Abby asked, surprised, "You would think that she would want us to be working."

"Where getting a brand new dead body tomorrow morning. Apparently it's like a big ole pile of porridge."

"Again?" Abby smirked, "Truly disgusting. Excellent."

"Don't I know it." Tony agreed, nodding his head. "So let's rest up. Or if you want you can join Ziva and me for drinks..."

"In other words you don't have to go home but you can't can't here."

"Basically. Hell, even Gibbs went home." Tony saw Abby's tense slightly at his name.

"I guess I could program the computer to call my cell when it finds a match." Abby typed quickly. "I'm tired of waiting. I'm not a person who waits. I'm a proactive person." Abby looked determined she took off her lab coat and put on a long black trench coat that hugged her curves.

"Nice coat Abbs." Tony whistled.

"It's all in the tailoring." She blew him a kiss and grabbed her bag and waited at the door for Tony.

"Let me walk you to your car." Tony followed her out, enjoying the view of Abby's coat from behind.

"Stop staring at my ass, DiNozzo." Abby said as she got into the elevator.

"How do you always know?"

"I know things." She pursed her lips and pressed the button for the parking lot. When they got to her car he waited while she buckled her seat belt, put on a CD and finally drove away before walking towards his own car. When the Boss asked you to make sure Abby got to her car safely, you made sure it happened.

Meanwhile

Sara and Grissom's House

Washington DC

Grissom and Sara lay next to each other in their large bed, reading books with Bruno at their feet.

"Do you think there is something going on between Abby and Gibbs?" Grissom asked thoughtfully, looking at Sara. She looked up, confused about the words coming out of his mouth.

"Gilbert Grissom are trying to gossip with me?" Sara laughed.

"It's not gossiping." Grissom paused, smiling, "The dynamics of their relationship are interesting."

"Too say the least." Sara agreed, "She makes him happy. Which is saying a lot for Jethro. Even when I knew him he was... damaged. Like me."

"You're not damaged." Grissom insisted, hating to interrupted her but needing to insist that she wasn't damaged, that she shouldn't see herself that way. She almost never spoke about her past and he thought it would be good for her to do so. Even if it meant that he would have to hear about Gibbs.

"Everyone is a little damaged. Admitting it is not a weakness as long as you don't let it control your life." Sara shook her head, "Wow, I've been in therapy for way too long. Jethro lost a child and the true love of his life. I don't know if you can really recover from that." She smiled at him before continuing, "I don't know what he was like before his wife and daughter were killed. But when I see him with Abby I get a glimpse. He's haunted by the people he's lost and the people he hasn't been able to save."

"Sounds familiar." He said brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"Maybe it's just a hazard of the job."

"Or the reason you do it."

"Do they have to be mutually exclusive?" She asked, looking at him fondly.

"No." He lay back. "I heard your class today was awesome." Grissom did air quotes around the phrase, totally awesome.

"Is that what Abby said?" Sara asked

"She was very excited. Talked about it all afternoon." Grissom paused before continuing, "She was distracted though and Gibbs didn't come into the lab once today which is really unusual."

"Cite your source." Sara demanded.

"Tony and the director." Grissom said

"Oh my god, you're turning into Catherine." Sara said laughing again.

"Take that back." Grissom begged as he gently kissed Sara's neck repeatedly.

"Maybe." She smiled at him as his mouth traveled to hers. He began to massage her neck gently. Grissom gave the best neck messages and he knew that it was her weakness. "Fine I take it back."

"Thank you." He kept rubbing her neck slowly.

"They are not keeping you busy enough."

"Probably not, no." he admitted. Being around a new workplace was interesting to him. Seeing how people interacting while contently being in high pressure, extremely dangerous situations was intriguing. How did they manage to deal with the fact that every member of the team, including the forensic specialist had almost been killed more than once over the the last few years. Almost loosing Sara had torn him apart. He was only now putting himself back together. He looked at Sara fondly. He could almost see the wheels in her head turning.

"He didn't go to her lab once today?" Sara asked finally.

"Nope."

"That's weird" Sara said

"This is all I'm saying."

Abby's Car

Washington DC

Abby drove aimlessly around Washington DC as it started to rain. She smiled as the fat rain drops fell on her windshield. She had left the NCIS parking garage with every intention of going to see Gibbs and kissing him before he had the chance to tell her what a bad idea it was for them to be together. However when she got close to his house, she couldn't bring herself to turn down his street. She kept driving until she was almost back at the navy yard. Since them she had been driving aimlessly, trying to work up the courage to see Gibbs, something she had never had to do before.

"I love the rain." She sighed audibly before turning up the music. Nina Simone blared from the speakers. She listened to a song before the could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. Why is it when you're in love every song on the radio is about you? She turned off the music and swore loudly.

"Fuck it. If I'm going to do this I'm going to need a Caf-Pow." Abby talked to herself and than slammed on the brakes when she saw a 7-eleven ahead. Fifteen minutes later, she was parked in his driveway, brain humming from the caffeine. She squinted out of her window, trying to see his door through the pouring rain. She wondered why it always seemed to rain harder the moment she had to step outside. She chugged the remainder of her Caf-Pow! before getting out of her car and running to his door.

He knew it was her the second her heard the car in the driveway. The platforms on the stairs to his basement just confirmed it. He had been waiting for her to arrive. Hoping that she would descend into his basement. Praying that he hadn't blown it.

Abby's trench coat had been no match for the downpour and she was soaked. She looked at him, her wide green eyes, smugged with eyeliner.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs." She took off her coat and looked at him.

"You're soaking wet."

"Ya think?" Abby said imitating Gibbs. They laughed loudly, breaking the tension growing between them.

"You're shivering." He tried to warm her bare arms with his hands

"You kissed me." She said looking at him to confirm that she hadn't imagined the entire thing.

"Yeah." He smiled slightly, "I did that."

"Just making sure we're on the same page."

"Let's get you something dry to wear." He took her hand and led her upstairs. She followed him up to his bedroom and undid her braids while he hunted for something for her to wear. He pulled out her favorite old shirt of his and looked at her. He reached out impulsively and ran his fingers through her hair. "I should get you a towel."

She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, wondering if he would turn away. He stared into her eyes, taking her in. She slipped her shirt off wordlessly. As it fell to the floor, he finally kissed her.

There could be no mistaking this for a friendly kiss. He forced her mouth open with his, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She responded to him, kissing him back as he wrapped his arms around her. They stumbled over to the bed, almost falling into it. She pulled his shirt off, wanting to feel his skin against hers.

His mouth never left hers as his hands explored her body. He pushed her bra up over her head, too impatient to attempt to undo the hooks. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and held him close to her. She reached down and undid his belt with one hand.

"Impressive." He breathed heavily she looked deeply into his eyes as she unbuttoned his jeans and began to maneuver him out of them.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." She said. She kissed him and reached into his boxers, taking him in her hand. He closed his eyes as her fingers closed around him.

"Abby." He breathed deeply, "Abbs."

"I love the way you say my name." She kissed him again while she stroked him into a fever. He blindly reached for her panties and tugged at them until she lifted her bottom so he could ease them over her hips and down her long legs.

"I want you." He whispered, running his hands over her thighs, parting them slowly, making sure she was ready for him. She breathed heavily with anticipation. Her pupils were dilated with lust and her eyes looked black. She reached for him and he obliged, basking in the feeling of his long naked body laying on top of hers.

He tried to take his time, wanting to memorize the moment, to imprint it on his mind. He kissed her again , their tongues meeting joyfully, happy to be together.

"I want you inside me." She managed to say between kisses. They groaned together as he entered her slowly. They fit together perfectly. They moved seamlessly, not needing words or motions to know what the other wanted. Gibbs found himself thinking that Abby was right. They were connected. She seemed to read his mind as she held onto him, pulling him deeper inside of her.

McCool's Bar and Grill

Washington DC

Tony and Ziva sat at the bar with a series of empty shot glasses in front of them.

"So Boss made me walk Abby to her car." Tony said.

"I know you already said that twenty times. What does it matter?"

"He almost always walks Abby to her car. The only time he doesn't is when he's out on a case or stuck in MTAC. Hell, I've seen him leave MTAC just to walk her to her car. Tonight he left before her. He's never left before her."

"You are reading too much into it Tony." Said McGee returning from the bathroom.

"Why did you invite him."

"We are a team, Tony." Ziva said before whispering, "He saw me leaving and asked what we were doing, what was I supposed to say?"

"Anything that meant he wouldn't interrupt our night out." Tony whispered loudly.

"I can hear you." Said McGee.

"Don't care, probie."

"So do we think something is finally happening there?" Asked Ziva.

"Where?" Asked McGee.

"Pay attention Probie." Tony smacked his head. "Abby and Gibbs. Something is going on."

"Maybe he is uncomfortable with the subject matter." Ziva said to Tony.

"Oh you mean because of the Probie's deep feelings for our mistress of the dark."

"Exactly."

"I don't have deep..." McGee paused, "feelings for Abby. I mean I do, but it's not in the way that you think. We're friends. I care about what happens to her."

"All that and we didn't even ask him a question." Tony smirked at Ziva, "Interesting."

"His preemptive denial leads me to suspect that he's hiding something." Ziva raised an eyebrow and motioned to McGee.

"I really wish you wouldn't talk about me like I'm not here."

"Subject shows annoyance at those trying to help him." Tony leaned towards Ziva. "Very interesting indeed." He whispered in her ear. McGee rolled his eyes at the pair and ordered another drink.

"You know what I think is interesting?" Asked McGee casually.

"What McGee." asked Ziva

"Why is Tony so invested in the idea of the two of you going out alone?"

"Maybe I just don't like you." Tony narrowed his eyes at McGee. He defiantly didn't like him at the moment.

"You didn't ask Ducky or Palmer."

"I asked Abby." Tony said, defensively, suddenly aware of how Ziva was looking at him.

"You knew she would say no because she's mooning over Gibbs." McGee counters

"So you admit that there is something going on between them." Tony shot back, leaving McGee speechless.

TBC

A/N: Sorry that took so long. I caved under the pressure and really wanted it too not suck. Also--Wow. That was a lot of reviews. Thanks. I had no idea so many people were actually paying attention to my story. Hope I didn't rush it. But Abby and Gibbs seems like the type of people to make a choice and go for it. Hope I chose the right rating. It didn't seem quite M but let me know if you think it should be. Thank you.

If you like Gabby try reading, First Day. (shameless plug)