This is chapter two, as you already know. I wasn't going to write another chapter but I figured I would cause of the good reviews I got. Here we go people, less sex more feeling. Look forward to more reviews I generally base my later chapters on what you say you want, don't be shy! Enjoy.
Abby sat in her office, same clothes on from the night before. The glass door stood open. She could smell Gibbs on her. It all felt so unreal, and it wasn't like she hadn't had sex before, it was that she had never wanted to as much as she had with him. If she shut her eyes all she could see was his face, his hair, his hands. It was still so clear in her mind that she could feel everything over again, if a little dulled. She hadn't slept yet she was wide awake. She had finished her analysis but Gibbs hadn't come down to collect it, she was waiting. She was also trying to compose herself so that Tony wouldn't catch on or even McGee. "Oh god. McGee!" she said aloud.
Gibbs took the elevator up to his office, coffee in hand, head down. He was all business on the outside but inside... "Gibbs, I can't believe we waited so long..." he remembered her saying into his ear... He looked up as the doors opened, and he walked briskly towards his office. Ziva and Tony were bickering in Tony's cubicle and McGee was nowhere to be seen. He ignored their argument, dropping his gun into his drawer before heading off to see Duckie. Tony stopped mid sentence, "Did he just not slap me?" They both turned to his retreating back.
Duckie was alone in his lab when he burst through the open doorway, "Jethro!" He looked up in surprise. "Something I can help you with?" There were no bodies on the benches, it smelled of disinfectant and formaldehyde. Duckie stood still reading his face and sensing something was wrong. Gibbs hesitated. "Any news on the latest bodies Duckie?" Duckie turned his back, "No, not since last night, I have just finished writing up my report though. It seems that both women were killed by one fatal bullet to the skull, in both cases it passed directly into the right frontal lobe and became lodged in the right occipital lobe. The similarity indicates that the killer of both women was the same person. Whoever butchered them afterwards was not a trained surgeon, the cuts were imperfect, with ragged edges and little accuracy." He walked and gestured as he spoke. "That's all I can really give you Jethro. Is there anything else?" He stopped walking in front of Gibbs. "No thank, Duckie." He said as he exited the lab.
Abby paced her lab gesticulating wildly to McGee, but nervously and uncharacteristically looking down at the floor as she did so. McGee noticed immediately that something was wrong, something had changed about the lab. It smelled differently, Abby was different. "Is something wrong Abby?" 'Oh god he knows!' she thought. Her eyes wide she stopped pacing, "No, McGee. I just didn't get much sleep last night and I haven't had my Caff-pow! This morning." He nodded at her and she continued her diagnostic of the results. Gibbs entered the lab, his hands unusually empty, he looked at McGee not surprised to find him here so early. "What have you got for me Abs?" He almost stopped breathing at the familiarity of those words, causing sensations of the night before to spring to his mind. "Finally!" She said looking with disappointment at his empty hands and deciding quickly that she should act like she normally did. " I completed my analysis of the residue I found on the second women's clothing, it's not gunpowder... It's selenium." she bounced towards her computer pulling up a picture of the grey powder. Gibbs stood behind her, peering over her shoulder at the substance. "And?" "Well at first I thought it was meaningless," she turned to him, their faces almost touching, she paused breathing in his concentrated smell, "But then I remembered that the planted knife had sheep blood on it." She crossed the room to the table with the clothes on it. Pulling on a glove she lifted the clothes, "Selenium is used to treat sheep with white muscle disease." HE looked her in the eyes, they held each other in their minds. "So, Gibbs, the suspect has to be involved with livestock, primarily sheep." He nodded. "good work, Abby." He took a step towards her, then turned to McGee, "McGee, run a check on the three main suspects see if they've been in contact with sheep in the past week." "I'm on it boss." McGee quickly exited the room.
Gibbs watched him leave then took the few steps towards her, he rested his hands on her shoulders. "How are you feeling?" she looked up into his face, his silvering hair glinted in the new sunlight, "Better now you're here" she broke free of him. She wandered back to her office, "Apart from the fact that I haven't cahnged my clothes since last night. He'd already he noticed, they reminded him of how he peeled them off her, how the texture moved past his fingers. He stood in the centre of her lab, head tilted, slight smile lighting his lips. She had her back to him but she knew he was watching, she crossed her arms over and began to pull her shirt north. The cross on her back seemed to becon to him, she bent over to pull a clean shirt from her drawer. Gibbs was suddenly behind her, his hands on her shoulders, smelling her hair.
