Wow! Not thrilled with the way the last chapter ended, eh? Some pretty entertaining pms. Keep 'em coming. *lol*
Part Six
Ziva, Ducky and McGee arrived at the hospital a short while later and they joined Tony and Gibbs as they waited quietly for word on Abby.
"Doctor Mallard?" A middle aged woman in scrubs and a lab coat stepped inside the waiting room.
"Doctor Evans, I haven't seen you since… well, far too long." Ducky stood and shook the woman's hand.
"You aren't here for Abigail Sciuto, are you?"
"We all are." Tony stood quickly, and they moved to one area of the waiting room.
"Have a seat," Doctor Evans told them. "Without knowing exactly how much carbon monoxide she inhaled or for how long, it's hard for us to get a full view of what's going on with her. The only thing we can do at this point is keep her on 100% oxygen. Fortunately, I think we've by-passed any danger of cardiac arrest at this point."
"So she'll be okay?" Tony asked hopefully.
"I won't lie. Carbon monoxide poisoning is serious and honestly, it's still hard to tell at this point. Roughly 30% of patients with severe carbon monoxide poisoning have fatal outcome. That number jumps to 70% when the carboxyhemoglobin to hemoglobin ratio is above 25%. She was pretty close."
"So what exactly are you saying?"
"I'm saying that she's not out of the woods yet. My professional opinion tells me that she'll survive, but one of the major concerns following acute carbon monoxide poisoning is the severe delayed neurological manifestations that may occur. That can include difficulty with higher intellectual functions, short-term memory loss, dementia, amnesia, psychosis, irritability, a strange gait, speech disturbances, cortical blindness, and depression."
Tony paled. "When… how will you know?"
"We won't until she wakes up. It's a waiting game now."
"Will… will you know right away?"
"Yes and no. There have been cases where delayed neurological damage is possible and has shown up as long as 40 days after poisoning, but given her age and overall good health, I would say that any neurological damage would be apparent in the first 24hrs. But for now, go home. Get some rest. I'm not expecting her to wake any time soon, but if she does, you'll be notified. Any other questions?"
Ducky waited to see if anyone had any other questions, but when no one spoke up he stood and thanked Doctor Evans and walked her to the door of the waiting room.
"DiNozzo, you stay with her, just in case. McGee, Ziva we're back at NCIS. I want whomever is responsible for this caught." Gibbs avoided eye contact with McGee. He couldn't afford to let personal opinion to cloud his judgment.
When McGee and Ziva were out of range, Gibbs turned to Tony. "I'll come and pick you up when visiting hours are over."
Tony nodded and turned away.
Both the afternoon and the case were a blur to Gibbs. He continuously checked his phone, knowing that Tony would call him first if there was even a hint of change with Abby. When they had everything wrapped up for the night he left McGee and Ziva and drove himself to the hospital.
He stopped outside her room, trying to get a firm grasp on his emotions. It was easier at NCIS, but here at the hospital was a different story.
Gibbs watched Tony as the younger man stood by her bedside, his shoulders drooped in defeat. It was getting dark and the nurse told Gibbs he'd only have a few minutes with her before they would need to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt Tony.
"Come on Abby, wake up for me. For Gibbs… for everyone that loves you. I never thought I would ever have anything half as special as what I have with you and Gibbs. I can't lose you, because I don't know what I'll do. I can't have you be my Shannon."
Gibbs had to step back a moment at that and take a deep breath before going in. "Tony… it's time to go." He stepped up beside him and grasped his shoulder as he took in the sight of Abby, her black hair a stark contrast to the crisp white hospital linins. "No change?"
"No," Tony shook his head. "But the thingy measuring the oxygen in her blood shows that most of the carbon monoxide is out. The oxygen they've been giving her shortens the half-life or something."
They were interrupted by one of the nurses. "I'm sorry, but you two will have to leave. Visiting hours start at 8 tomorrow."
Gibbs directed Tony through the hospital and out to his car, driving them both back to his place. Tony was a ball of nervous energy, his fingers tapping, his knee bouncing… he just couldn't stop.
"How can you be so calm?" Tony finally snapped once they were inside Gibbs' house. "Did you not see what happened? Have you forgotten that she's unconscious? You just stood there like it was part of the job. Like you were checking on suspect, glad they weren't dead so you can throw them in jail. You said nothing to her! I thought you loved her! I thought we were a family now." At the end of his tirade he slumped back against the door frame, obviously exhausted.
"You done?"
"Yeah," Tony nodded.
"I can't think about it too much, because I can't lose her. Not like that." Gibbs shook his head and turned to look out the window. "If I had lost her to you and she was happy… I would be okay. But to lose her… lose her like I lost them. It'd kill me. So I can't… she'll be okay."
"Gibbs, I'm sorry. I didn't-" It wasn't Gibbs' fault and he knew it. Hell, because of Gibbs they got her out of the car sooner rather than later.
"I have to believe what the doctors tell me. They tell me she'll be okay and I have to believe that."
"I just… seeing her like that, I can't even… I love her and I can't lose this," he shrugged sadly.
"Tony," Gibbs turned to look at him. "She'll be okay and even if… I'm not going anywhere. We'll be okay."
Tony looked at him with tired curiosity, but kept his mouth shut. He figured that if something happened to Abby he would be alone again. Maybe an occasional beer or a trip to the shooting range, but that was it. Gibbs was fond of him, but he didn't think he really felt anything beyond friendship for him despite their somewhat awkward situation. On the rare occasion they had all spent the night at Gibbs, Gibbs had always flinched or pulled away if Tony's hand accidentally brushed his.
"Come on, let's go to bed. Abby needs us to be well rested. Doc said there was a good chance she'd wake up tomorrow. We can't let her see us with dark circles under our eyes." Before Tony could question where he should sleep, Gibbs grabbed his go-bag and carried it upstairs, tossing it on the master bed on his way through to the master bathroom.
By the time Tony finished up in the bathroom down the hall and timidly stepped back into the bedroom, Gibbs was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face cradled in his hands. "Boss?"
"I'm fine DiNozzo, lay down." Gibbs stood and pulled back the covers and lay down.
Tony followed Gibbs' lead but kept to the edge of the bed, his back turned toward Gibbs. This was new territory for them, not having Abby in the middle. He listened as Gibbs clicked off the bedside lamp and then settled. He froze when he felt Gibbs reached out, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him back until his back was flush against Gibbs' chest. He felt Gibbs' face against his shoulder and when his boss let out a shuddering sigh, he dropped his hand to cover Gibbs'. "She'll be okay. You won't lose her. Neither of us will." He felt Gibbs nod.
"Meant what I said earlier, not going anywhere."
Tony didn't quite know what Gibbs meant, but he liked the sound of it. "Me either."
Tony woke feeling somewhat rested. He wasn't surprised that Gibbs was already in the kitchen, hovering over the coffee machine, but he was surprised to see that the man looked as though he hadn't slept at all.
They moved silently around each other as they got ready and headed out to the car. The ride to the hospital was quiet and Tony found himself watching Gibbs from the corner of his eye. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen his boss so rundown. He looked like shit after the explosion, but Tony figured that didn't count.
Ziva called on the way in to say that she'd figured out what happened and got a confession out of Dr. Pike. Gibbs told her he was en route to see Abby and that he'd call with an update.
"Talk to McGee at all?"
"Nope."
"Afraid of doing something you'll regret?"
"Regret? No." Gibbs shook his head.
"It's not his fault boss."
"Weren't you the one to threaten him just before getting into the ambulance yesterday?"
Tony gave a sad laugh. "Yeah. Meant what I said, too. But I just… he loved her too, once upon a time. Probably still does. How do you get over loving Abby?"
"You don't."
They were silent the rest of the way, and their shoes heavy on the hospital floor. Tony followed faithfully behind Gibbs as they headed down the long hospital corridor. Just before they reached the door to Abby's room a nurse stepped out.
"Oh, wonderful, she's awake now. Bit of a headache, but I've just given her something that should take the edge off."
The guys headed in and both let out a sigh of relief to see Abby awake and drinking from a juice box.
"Didn't happen to bring a Caf-Pow! did you?" She looked at them expectantly, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"God you're a sight for sore eyes," Tony let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Missed you guys. No fun sleeping alone."
"Unconscious isn't sleeping."
"Semantics." She watched them approach her bed. "You look like shit, Gibbs. No offense."
He ignored the comment and sat on the edge of her bed and leaned forward to pull her into a hug, pressing his face against her neck and inhaling deeply.
"How're you feeling?" Tony reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.
"I'm okay. My head hurts, but otherwise… I don't feel sick to my stomach or anything." She leaned back against the pillows and let the hand that had been on Gibbs' shoulder slide down his arm to his hand. "Nurse said I could leave tomorrow, they want to keep me one more night."
"You uh… were poisoned, Abbs. It's probably for the best that they keep an eye on you one more night." He'd prefer all forty nights if there was the possibility of any neurological damage showing up within forty days. But then again, the idea of not being able to sleep beside her for forty nights wasn't top of his list, even if he had Gibbs.
"But I'd rather leave with you guys. Can we stay together for a few days once I'm out? The three of us?"
Gibbs nodded and lifted her hand to his lips before finally speaking. "You guys can stay at my place, unless you'd be more comfortable at yours?"
"Yours. I feel safe there. And loved," she added with a smile.
Gibbs nodded and pressed a kiss to her forehead and then got up so Tony could sit. He moved over to the window and stared out, half listening to what Tony and Abby were saying, and half thinking of how different the situation could be if he had gotten to her a few minutes later.
Tony eagerly moved into the space where Gibbs had sat and pulled Abby into a tight hug. "Don't think I'll be letting you out of my sight for quite a while, suppose the director would move your lab stuff up to the squad room?"
"I'm fine Tony, I promise." She held up her finger with the oxygen monitor and then pointed to the screen. "See, this says I'm okay now, too."
"Yeah yeah. Gonna take a while before I believe it." Tony glanced over at Gibbs and then lowered his voice. "Don't think he'll ever get over seeing you trapped in the car."
Abby frowned. "Gibbs?"
"Yeah?" Gibbs turned away from the window and walked back over to the hospital bed.
"Thank you. For saving me."
Gibbs leaned in and kissed her gently, his hand resting on Tony's shoulder. "Love you."
"Abby!" McGee rushed in, followed by Ziva and Ducky. "Thank God you're okay, I don't know what I would have done… I'm so, so sorry. I only looked away for a few minutes I had no idea-"
"It's okay Timmy. I'm okay."
The rest of the day the entire team spent time around Abby. Gibbs was the only one to leave when the Director call and wanted him to go over the paperwork for the case and sign off on everything. He was only gone for a few hours, but they seemed to drag on until he made it back to the hospital just in time to hold Abby's hand as she drifted off to sleep.
"I've never been so scared in my life," Tony admitted once they were back at Gibbs', the emotion from the day finally hitting him.
Gibbs tossed his car keys onto the table and slipped out of his jacket, dropping it over the back of a chair. He started toward the kitchen but paused when Tony didn't follow. "Tony?"
"I can't get over how close we were to losing her. And, I mean, I know she's okay and we've all spent our fair share in the hospital because the danger kind of comes with the territory, but not for her. She's not supposed to be in danger. What if-"
Gibbs hadn't seen Tony looking so weak since he was the one in the hospital bed with the plague. "Hey, she'll be alright." Gibbs walked back to Tony, pulled him into a hug and pressed his lips to his ear. "She'll be okay. We all will." Gibbs expected him to pull away after a few minutes, but when Tony wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tighter, he didn't let go. Instead and ran his fingers through Tony's hair and kept mumbling reassurances in his ear.
Eventually Tony let go, and Gibbs directed him to the couch. "I'm just going to put the coffee on, I'll be right back." He waited until Tony was seated and then went to fix them both coffee and called in an order of pizza. The only thing they'd had to eat during the day had been breakfast and the hospital meals she had refused. "Ordered us pizza, it'll be here soon."
"Thanks." Tony took the coffee and sipped it, pleased to find just the right amount of milk and sugar. "Good."
"You drink that shit almost as sweet as Abby does. That ain't coffee," Gibbs grumbled before sipping his own.
"So you think they'll let her leave the hospital tomorrow? Is it safe? Think we could borrow an oxygen tank just in case?"
Gibbs shook his head and pulled Tony closer until he was leaning back against Gibbs. "First of all, if the Ducky says she's okay to leave, then I'll believe she is. Second, if Abby hears you fussing like that over her once she's home tomorrow, she's going to slap the back of your head harder than I ever have."
"Hard to believe-"
"And third," Gibbs cut him off, "I think Ducky has an oxygen tank in the morgue we can borrow. Don't think she'd notice it if we put it in the guest room closet."
"So you don't think I'm crazy?"
"Based off of this conversation? Nah." Gibbs liked the smile it brought to Tony's face.
"Gee, thanks boss."
"You know, you can call me Jethro if you want."
Tony tipped his head back to look at the older man. "Abby doesn't."
"Doesn't want to, though I hear Leroy Jethro Gibbs when I'm in trouble. Or if she's teasing me."
"I've heard Anthony on occasion. Then I know I'm in trouble."
"It was just a thought. So you know that when we're out of work, like this, I'm not your boss."
"I know. Force of habit, I guess."
"S'ok." The doorbell rang and Gibbs dislodged himself from Tony and went to pay for the pizza. He dropped the box on the coffee table and went to grab some paper towels before they dug in. When the pizza was polished off, Gibbs pulled Tony back against him, happy to have the warmth of another person, and they flipped channels until they agreed on watching a rerun of a baseball game they'd missed.
Tony was a little stiff at first, suddenly aware at just how close they were really sitting, but soon the comfort of Gibbs arm around him won out and he relaxed. He tensed momentarily when Gibbs fingers started massaging his neck, but again the comfort won out and he relaxed.
By ten o'clock, both were stifling yawns. When Gibbs worked free of Tony to stand, Tony frowned at the loss of contact and then sat up quickly hoping Gibbs hadn't seen what Tony hadn't noticed until now. During the course of the game, the massage had relaxed Tony considerably, and part of Tony had decided to take notice.
Gibbs didn't seem to notice the bulge in the front of Tony's pants as he cleaned up and headed for the kitchen.
"I'm just gonna take a quick shower." Tony called out as he grabbed his bag from foot of the stairs.
"Yeah, okay."
Once in the bathroom, Tony let out a sigh of relief. He turned on the water and stepped under the hot spray, sighing as he stretched his neck from side to side. His cock was still rock hard, and bobbing up against his belly. Tony squirted a bit of soap into his hand and grasped his erection, pulling and twisting just the way he liked until he came with a quiet gasp. He washed the evidence of his actions down the drain and quickly finished washing. Now he wouldn't have to worry about hiding anything when they crawled into bed.
Gibbs was already in bed, but his hair was wet, so Tony gathered he'd showered in a different bathroom. He pulled back the covers and slid his legs under the soft sheets. As soon as the bedside light was off, Gibbs reached for him and he moved closer.
"Night Tony." Gibbs pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting his lips linger until Tony turned his face toward him, catching him in a kiss on the lips. Gibbs hesitated a moment before opening to Tony's kiss. He hadn't really thought beyond the fact that they were a little, albeit odd family group. But when he thought about how he'd pulled Tony to him both in bed and down on the couch, and how he'd grown to care for him since he'd returned, he decided to go with the kiss, seeing where it led them.
Their kiss was slow as they tested each other, not wanting to push for anything that the other wasn't interested in. As the kiss came to a natural end, Tony started to pull away. "Sorry, I don't know what-"
"Shh, s'ok. I wouldn't have kissed you back if I didn't want to." Gibbs leaned forward again for a soft kiss to show that he was at ease with the situation.
Tony moaned and moved eagerly toward the old man, wrapping his arms around him to keep him close. Despite his earlier actions in the bathroom, Tony found that more than his brain was taking interest in Gibbs.
"Wait, wait…" Gibbs pulled away. "We can't do this."
"Oh God, I'm sorry, I don't even-"
"It's not that I don't want to Tony." He reached down and gave his growing erection a squeeze. "Because I really do, but we need to wait."
"That's fine Gibbs. It's okay."
Gibbs lay quietly on his back and once he figured out what he was trying to say, he turned to face Tony. "For so long it was Abbs and I. And then it was you and Abby and now us? If this is going to work, it needs to be the three of us. Together. If this is just us needing comfort… I'm not interested."
"I…"
"Just think about it Tony. It's up to you."
The next day, Gibbs and Tony spent the morning preparing for Abby's arrival. While Gibbs changed the sheets, washed the dishes and went to the grocery store to stock up on her favorite foods, Tony went to both his and Abby's apartments to grab what they would need for the next few days. By 11 they were ready to head in to the hospital.
Gibbs went in first and Tony hung back as he approached the bed.
Abby's eyes fluttered open and she looked right at Gibbs. "Who're you?"
Gibbs ignored her comment (and the sharp intake of breath from Tony behind him) and sat on the edge of the bed before leaning forward to kiss her.
When Abby's hand slipped around the back of Gibbs' neck, Tony let out a sigh and slumped against the door frame and ran a hand through his hair.
"Sorry Tony," Abby pulled back from Gibbs but left her hand on his shoulder. "Shouldn't have teased like that."
"S'ok," he moved closer and sat on the chair beside her bed. "How'd you know she was faking, boss?"
"Could see it in her eyes. And she smiled just before I kissed her."
"Can we go yet?" Abby was halfway out of bed before Gibbs could stop her.
"Tony checked with the nurse before we came in. We're just waiting on one last look from the doctor and then we can go." For being a man who despised spending any amount of time in a hospital, he wanted to be damn sure that it was safe for her to leave.
The doctor was only moments behind them and took a look at her chart. "Well, everything looks good to me. Just be sure to mention if you start having headaches or anything unusual. And give us a call if anyone around you notices a change in behavior."
"Trust me. You'll get a call from these two if I so much as frown."
The doctor laughed, "well, better safe than sorry. But they seem pretty level headed. We've had requests for oxygen tanks and monitors, so…"
Abby missed the flash of guilt on both Tony and Gibbs' faces.
Abby was thrilled when they pulled up outside Gibbs' house. The rest of the team was already there and lunch was prepared. Jimmy stood with a 'welcome home' sign despite the fact that it wasn't her home, not really, but no one mentioned it.
"Timmy?" Abby pulled him aside in Gibbs' kitchen. "I don't blame you, no one does."
"You didn't see them Abby, if they could've killed me and gotten away with it, they would have."
"They were scared, they know you'd never put me in danger purposefully. They lashed out at you because you were there. They don't hate you and they don't blame you. And more importantly, I don't either." She wrapped her arms around him in a hug. "Really Timmy, I don't."
"Everything okay in here?" Tony leaned against the door frame and watched as Abby gave McGee a hug.
"Yeah, we're good. I was just telling him that no one blames him for what happened. It wasn't his fault." She sent Tony a look that said he'd better agree, or else.
"You're still thinking about that?" Tony stepped forward and clapped him on the shoulder, the confidence in his voice covering the fact that the only reason he'd found them in the kitchen was because he didn't know where Abby was and he'd fought a sense of worry the past five minutes until he'd managed to excuse himself to go look. "Come on, we're over it. We know you'd never try to hurt her."
"See?" Abby smiled widely at Tim.
"Yeah, yeah." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe Gibbs won't fire me."
"Nah, then he'd have to train someone new," Tony teased. "We've put too much effort into you."
"Tony…" Abby rolled her eyes, but was glad McGee took it as the joke it was rather than be offended. "You need something?" Abby went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, the reason she'd come to the kitchen in the first place.
"Nope, just seeing what you were up too. You were taking too long and I was curious."
"And by curious, you mean worried, right?" Abby set her water on the counter and wrapped her arms around Tony's waist. "You don't have to worry anymore, I'm okay. Doctors wouldn't have let me leave if I wasn't. Even Ducky says I'm fine now."
"I know." He leaned in for a chaste kiss and then stepped away before she could do anything. "Come on, people are here to see you."
"But I want to be with you," she fought a yawn and followed Tony back to the living room where the rest of the team was.
By mid-afternoon Gibbs kicked everyone out, except Tony, who claimed he was sticking around to help clean up – which he did. They sent Abby up to shower and change knowing that it would be an early night. Nearly every time they looked at her she was fighting a yawn.
"Come with me?" She asked, wanting someone to stand with her in the shower and hold her close.
"Gonna finish up down here." Gibbs turned her toward the stairs and sent her on her way.
After a quick shower, Abby rummaged through Gibbs' drawers for a shirt to wear having found that half the clothes that Tony had grabbed for her weren't anything she wanted to wear. She found an old shirt she had borrowed before and slipped it on. It fell to mid-thigh, and she decided it was good enough. No one else would be stopping by (Gibbs had been stricter with visiting hours than the hospital) and she just wanted to cuddle with her boys. She turned and gasped when she saw Gibbs standing in the doorway watching her. She rushed forward into his arms and inhaled deeply, the scent of saw dust and old spice instantly putting her at ease.
She tilted her head up for a kiss, whispering how much she had missed him against his lips. Sliding her hands under his shirt, she sought out his body heat to comfort her, but was surprised when he pulled away.
Three times now they had both shied away from her advances in the short time they'd been home. "What the hell?"
"Abbs-"
"No, I don't get it. I want to touch you, both of you," she added when Tony appeared behind Gibbs. "But every time I try, you've push me away. I just want to be held, I want to feel your skin against mine so that I know I'm alive, but you won't let me!" Abby turned to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
"Was mood swings one of things to watch out for?" Tony whispered.
"I heard that."
Tony cringed and took the head-slap like a man, mouthing a silent apology.
"Abbs," Gibbs reached out to try the door handle, but wasn't surprised to find it locked. So he lowered himself to the floor leaning against the door. "I need you to listen to me, okay?" When he didn't get a response, he continued. "Seeing you half dead… I can't get it out of my mind. It's not that I don't want you, or don't want to touch you; I just can get over how fragile you looked. I don't want to hurt you. I need to see that you're okay."
"You won't hurt me," came her muffled reply.
"I know."
The lock clicked and the door opened and Gibbs found himself wrapped in a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I know it wasn't easy on you. Either of you," she glanced up at Tony. "But I don't want to be treated like I'm weak, I could kick either of your asses and you know it."
"Maybe we could meet somewhere in the middle. You don't leave our sight and we won't make you wear bubble wrap and an oxygen tank." Tony sat on the edge of the bed and grinned at her, the smile on Gibbs' face not going unnoticed. "Okay, so I'm only kind of kidding. But tell us what you want Abby."
Abby muffled a yawn against the back of her hand. Even though she'd been in the hospital she hadn't slept well. "I just want to curl up with the both of you, and I'm sorry if my hands wander under your shirt, but I saw the light in the damn car. I need to be sure that I've really got you here, both of you."
"I can do that, can you do that boss?" Tony stood and pulled Abby off the floor before offering a hand to Gibbs.
"Might need some coffee, but I suppose I could."
"Should be ready by now, I planned ahead." Tony led them all down to the living room. "You both want a cup?"
"Not me," Abby yawned and pulled Gibbs to the couch waiting long enough for him to sit before collapsing beside him and snuggling up close. "It was really scary, Gibbs. I couldn't breathe and I was yelling for McGee…"
Gibbs held her a little tighter and peppered a few kisses across her forehead. "Safe now."
"I know." Her hand slipped under his shirt and landed on his chest, just above his heart, the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat beating against her palm.
Tony carried two coffee cups in a few minutes later and sat down on the other side of Abby. "Tired her out already?"
Gibbs raised his eyebrows.
"She's asleep."
Gibbs chuckled. "I thought she was being awfully quiet."
Tony smiled and reached out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. "After seeing her on the floor like that, I have the urge to wake her to make sure she's only sleeping, not passed out."
"Wake at your own risk," Gibbs murmured against the top of her head.
"I guess I'd like to remain in one piece." His hand cupped her cheek and then moved down her neck. "And she's got a pulse."
"She's okay Tony, we almost lost her, but she's tough. A lot tougher than either of us give her credit for."
"I know." Tony looked down and swirled is coffee around. "Uh, Gibbs?"
Gibbs didn't answer, just looked up and rested his chin on Abby's head.
"I was thinking about what you said last night, and uh, I think that I think the three of us would be pretty awesome together," he said nervously.
"So do I. We'll talk to Abby tomorrow. I think we should all call it an early night tonight – and I think she's beat us to it."
"When we're done with our coffee, I can carry her upstairs. We don't have to wake her."
They finished their coffee quietly, listening to the soft sounds of Abby breathing. When they finished, Tony eased Abby up off Gibbs and carried her up to bed while Gibbs cleaned up. The moment she was under the covers she pulled the pillow Tony considers his close and curled around it. "Gee, thanks," he laughed quietly.
"Mmm, you can have it back when you come to bed," she mumbled sleepily.
"Alright," Tony whispered. "I'll be back soon." He kissed her and ran his fingers through her hair before going to the bathroom to get ready. He was first to crawl in bed with her, happy to have a few minutes alone to hold her, tell her he loved her and when she lifted her head sleepily to look at him, take the opportunity to smother her with kisses.
"Thought we were calling it an early night, and how you're trying to wake her up?" Gibbs said from the doorway.
"I can't help it."
When Abby let out a jaw-popping yawn, Gibbs chuckled. "Seems like someone is immune to your charm." He hit the light switch and made his way through the darkened room to the bed. Once his eyes adjusted, the soft glow of the moon was enough for him to see Tony and Abby curled up. He stripped to his underwear, and pulled back the covers. He was barely settled when an Abby-shape lump curled up to him, her nose pressed against his shoulder. "Back to sleep, Abbs."
"Mm, night Gibbs." Abby smiled against his lips when he turned to kiss her.
"Night."
Keeping Gibbs' arm around her, Abby turned to kiss Tony. "Night."
"Sweet dreams, darlin'. Night boss."
"Night."
Tony debated a moment before he leaned over Abby and pressed a kiss to Gibbs' lips, holding the older man steady until he felt him respond. When he finally let go and pulled away, he blushed at the whistle that came from Abby. "That was hot, you boys have something to share?"
"Goodnight, Abby," they said together and she found herself with a kiss to each cheek.
TBC…
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