Chapter 6 Gibbs and You

I wake up disorientated and sore as Gibbs moves behind me, his smell surrounding me like a warm hug. I'm about to open my eyes when I remember that I've decided to leave all this up to him. He hasn't been shot after all… I've lost a lot of blood, my decision may not be as sound as his…

He's definitely waking up because he's trying to turn over onto me and he's moving around an awful lot. Suddenly he stops moving and there is quiet behind me. My eyes move beneath my eyelids as I hold my breath waiting to see what he does. I think he's just realized whom he's woken up with. That's enough to send my stomach into a frenzy. His arm is still securely around my waist, he hasn't tried to move it.

My heart has stopped beating in anticipation of two things rejection and disregard; two things I am hoping he won't subject me to.

He's still not moving so I decide to move him along slightly. Daringly I roll my body backwards into him over my good arm. Pretending to be asleep I stir slightly as I'm prevented from moving further by his chest.

He slides his right arm from my waist, and I feel my heart break. But, before I have time to even consider what this means, he slides his left arm behind my head and places my wounded arm on my chest, moving back slightly so that I'm laying flat. Then he puts his right arm under my knees and lifts me effortlessly from the couch, holding me closely to his shirtless chest.

How did he get shirtless? And please tell me I'm wearing clothes.

I'm guessing he's carrying me to the bedroom. And I'm overcome by his tender kindness.

But only for a moment because it occurs to me that he's only doing this so that I wake up alone and in my own bed so he won't have to deal with waking up first. So I make another decision.

We reach the bedroom and he lays me gently on the bed, my arm still entangled with his. As he does so I lift my eyelids sleepily and give him a tired smile. I can see the instantaneous flicker in his eye as he realizes that I know and then it is gone.

I blink several times and look up into his eyes as he settles me on the cushions. I try to sit up and forgetfully use my left arm to force myself upwards. I wince in pain and my throat lets out a small cry. He immediately forces his hand on my back and pushes me forward while lifting my arm up.

I give him a pained smile of thanks and he pulls the excess cushions from the other side of the bed and places them behind me before pushing me gently onto them.

I let out a troubled sigh and wait.

I have a flash back to last night, with Gibbs slapping his knee and laughing beside me. He's got the bottle in his hand now, looks like he had a few too many as well. That makes me feel less guilty.

I wonder what we got up to last night. I wonder if he remembers what we got up to last night.