Title- Unattainable

Author- PTBvisiongrrl

Part- 2/4

Date-

Rating – M

Pairings/Characters- Gibbs/Tony, Gibbs/Tony/Abby

Spoilers- through Season Three, Bloodbath, then AU (obviously )

WARNINGS- Explicit; depicts slash and multiple partner sex. If this makes you uncomfortable, DON'T READ.

Disclaimers- Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters, and make absolutely no profit from taking them out to play…although Gibbs and Tony can frisk and cuff me ANYTIME, and Abby is a goddess.Part Two- Revelations and A Proposition

Three cars seemed excessive, but Abby wanted to have her own vehicle in case this conversation got too hinky or uncomfortable. It didn't take long to reach Gibbs's house, thankfully, since Abby's natural curiosity was going full-blast the entire way. She parked on the street, seeing that Tony had pulled in behind Gibbs on the driveway. Gibbs, of course, was waiting on the porch impatiently, having gotten there ahead of them both, thanks to his usual breakneck driving.

Tony joined Gibbs, waiting casually, as Abby dallied a bit, feeling ill at ease watching the two men. She trusted them with her life, but the vibe of the evening was off. The danger she sensed had nothing to do with her physical safety, though she had a premonition that emotional well-being might be another thing entirely.

Shutting and locking the roadster, Abby made her way up the walk and front steps much slower than her normal energetic gait. Gibbs held the front door open for her, and Tony stood back to let her enter first. While she paused to remove her cape and hang it on the hook by the door, Tony strode past. Dumping his keys on the hall table and hanging his coat on a dining room chair, he made his way into the kitchen. He seemed, Abby noted, very comfortable in Gibbs's house. Of course, of all the team members, save herself, he had stayed here the most frequently, usually to Gibbs's great exasperation.

Gibbs paused to hang up his own coat, tossing his keys down next to Tony's without any comment on Tony's actions. They both listened to Tony yank open the fridge, rattle some bottles and then pop off their caps before he reappeared in the entryway. "Got beers for us all," was thrown over his shoulder on his way to the living room.

Tony deposited the other beers on the coffee table and had himself splayed, loose-limbed, across the recliner before either Abby or Gibbs had even crossed the threshold. Again, it seemed familiar and comfortable, almost as if it were part of a routine for him. Sitting on the far end of the sofa away from Tony's chair, Gibbs took a beer for himself and handed one to Abs. Pursing her lips, studying the men, she took a sip and said, "Thanks, Lee."

Tony smirked at her words, appreciating her ballsy approach, but Gibbs just settled in with resignation, waiting for Abby to do so as well.

Once settled back and comfortable, boots removed and one leg tucked under the other, Abby raised an eyebrow. "So, Lee, Tony—who's explaining this for me?"

Tony refused, hands held up in a "not me" gesture, looking at Gibbs.

Taking a deep breath, Gibbs sighed. "Abs—" he started, then paused again to consider his words. "Abs, we've been keeping a secret from you. Not that we didn't trust you, but—"

Tony finished for him. "We weren't entirely sure of it ourselves, at first, and by the time we were-"

"So how long have you two been together?" Abs asked, her quick mind sorting through the facts, leaving her stomach feeling hollow. How did her two unattainable men suddenly become even more unattainable? Not that she begrudged them a relationship. In truth, she found it kind of hot, in a midnight, by herself all alone fantasy kind of way. But already not feeling so good about herself and her judgement of the male of the species, it was a proverbial kick in the gut.

"On and off for two years," Gibbs answered. "Give or take."

"And firmly back on," Tony added. "We've had our differences, but things have worked out. We're sure of us, of this, now."

"Was this really why you wanted to go for a drink, Tony? To tell me this, not check up on me?" Abby asked, feeling as if her life was turning upside down. How had she not seen this before?

"No!" Tony answered. "I wanted to make sure you were alright. I know you didn't want your life put out there like it was for this case—have us looking over your cell phone records and credit cards and stuff. But we had to do our jobs, to keep you safe. Still, you're a friend. I wanted you to know that it wasn't comfortable on either side."

Abby smiled. "Thanks, Tony."

"Honestly, Abs, you were the one who wanted to know this. Tony and I were just checking on you, nothing else. Bringing this up most definitely wasn't in my plans for tonight," Gibbs interrupted. "It wasn't in my plans, at all, ever."

"Bullshit to ever, Lee." Tony drank again, his tone at Gibbs a harsh contrast to the warm tone he used with Abby, a tone that showed no fear or deference. It was new for Abby to hear it. "This was going to happen sooner or later. You just kept pushing for 'later' until I worried it would be 'never'."

Gibbs conceded. "Ok, I admit, I wanted to tell you, Abs, but I also didn't. I'm not exactly open with my life, and comfortable discussing it." He sighed. "I know you have to be bursting with questions."

Surprisingly, Abby wasn't, not right now. She was still busy processing the fundamental shifts in her world. She wasn't homophobic—if this news had been from any other two people she knew, she worked with, who had been so obviously lonely in their lives, she would have been ecstatic for them. But Tony and Gibbs were, well, Tony and Gibbs, her protectors and loves of her life, two alpha males extrordinaire. No matter who they might have been dating or sleeping with outside of work, she knew they were HERS at work. Or so she thought.

And her gaydar had NEVER gone off around Gibbs in all the years she had known him; Tony, she had wondered every once in a while with his wild stories of a new woman every weekend, but never seriously considered. He was just too—hetero.

"Two years?" she repeated. "I mean, that was before Kate-"

"Kate never knew," Tony interrupted. "She hit closer than she realized with the Commander Voss comments, but we didn't tell her. It wasn't something we would have been comfortable sharing back then, anyway."

Gibbs actually colored, while Tony drank again. The silence was deafening.

"So if Tony hadn't slipped up in front of me, would you guys have told me?" Abby's voice gathered volume. She was obviously not happy with not having been told.

"Abs-" Gibbs started, then stopped. "This is complicated. Why don't we just let this sink if for a few days first? Then we'll talk more about it."

"That's a no, you wouldn't have told me." Abby started to gather herself and her things to go. "I'm happy for you. And pissed at you, too. Well, I can safely say this is not how I thought my night was going to go."

"Abby, don't be mad," Tony tried to cajole into a better mood. "We were going to tell you. Not tonight, but soon."

"Why?" she asked woodenly. "Why now? What does it matter if I didn't notice it myself in two damn years?"

Tony stepped in quickly, sensing Abby's frustration building. "Wait. There is a reason we were going to tell you now. Please let me finish before you leave?" he pleaded. When she sat back down on the sofa, he breathed an internal sigh of relief. Tony continued, "We're bi, Abs, not gay. And while we decided, for a few reasons, that we weren't dating other men—"

A light bulb went off for Abby, thawing some of the rejection she had been feeling. "You didn't rule out dating women?"

Gibbs nodded. "If we don't want to announce this to the entire office, appearances might have to be kept up. Undercover work would definitely come up as well, we knew—" He shrugged. "And we just like women, too."

Abby raised an eyebrow, waiting for Gibbs to continue. "I kinda figured you two still liked girls, too—because if that is all an act, you would be the best spies EVER."

Tony smiled a little at the compliment, but went serious again at the look on Gibbs's face. The man never talked about ANYTHING of importance out loud. It was obvious that this was killing him, to have to put all these words together and actually SAY them. Facing Abby, Gibbs continued, "Dating women while secretly in a committed relationship with a guy isn't working out, though."

"Even I don't feel right dating a girl who doesn't know how I feel about Lee," Tony shrugged. "And one night stands are not really what I'm looking for at this stage of life."

"The playboy is retiring?" Abby asked, brow raised. "Hmmm. Thought that would never happen. Even if you were gay."

"What?" Tony yelped. "You knew?"

"I questioned at points, Mr. Frat Boy Persona." Abby smiled at Tony, a tiny smile but at least a real one. "But NEVER saw this" she motioned back and forth between Tony and Gibbs "coming."

"Yeah, well," Gibbs interjected, "neither did I, at first."

"I always said that dealing with you, Tony, was like a new piercing," Abby chuckled to herself, hearing Tony's sigh of exasperation. "Is that why you're telling me now, Gibbs? You need advice on how to deal with our Tony-boy and his wanton ways?"

"Like I was saying," Tony took back control of the conversation, "we like women, too. Bi, not gay. In the course of working out the parameters of our relationship—"

Abby interrupted with another tiny smile, "Parameters, Tony? Showing off the big words!"

"Abs!" Tony said loud enough to get her full attention back. "We decided sex with women was not something we wanted to give up. But it can't be with just any woman. Yes, she needs to maintain secrecy, to a degree, and be someone we trust not to out us. We also want to be able to be open and honest with her. We all three need to get along, to be able to accept an unusual situation."

"I can't lie to a woman I'm dating, Abs," Gibbs stated. "I am not comfortable having to keep my feelings about Tony secret even when we aren't at work. Its not in me, to treat someone I love like that, to use someone so blatantly. For a case- for necessary information—I've done worse. But not in my personal life. And I don't want to start now."

"It's a very difficult situation." Abby nodded in understanding. "Not a fun way to live."

Tony shook his head. "No, its not. Choosing this lifestyle…its not easy."

Abby nodded. "I know. That's why I've never tried it. I am what I am, and I refuse to hide it." She sighed. "You already know that. I've never hidden my girlfriends, even when you were being a pig about it, Tony."

Tony couldn't help but shrug and smile; Abby shrugged back. "But it's a hell of a lot easier for me to think that way than for you two to do so." A tingle began to build in her stomach, a breath of hope that she wouldn't put into words yet. As long as it went unspoken, it couldn't be crushed, and she could keep the fantasy to herself to enjoy. Closing her eyes, Abby pushed again. "While I'm really happy you trust me with this—again with the why now?"

Tony moved to join them on the sofa, sitting on Abby's other side. "Well, Abs—"

Gibbs interrupted. "This is not how I wanted this to go, Abs, but since it came up—"

Tony interrupted in his turn. "We've been talking about this for a while, Abby, but weren't sure how to bring it up with you, to ask this, so I'll just put it out there. I'm not saying I am some secret love of your life—I'm not as stupid as I lead people to believe—but you HAVE been known to check me out, on occasion."

"Tony!" Abby scolded, though not with any heat in her voice. "I had just been shot at by Ari. I didn't know what I was saying."

"And all those times you had your lab camera focused on my ass as I walked out of your lab?" he playfully asked.

"Damn investigative skills," Abby muttered before taking another sip.

Tony smiled. "And I've always known you had feelings for Lee, even though you never acted on them, probably for the obvious reasons."

"Obvious reasons, Tony?" Gibbs asked, eyes narrowed.

"You can be a little scary sometimes," Tony gave Lee a pointed look. "Abby's not a red head, a huge age difference, and, of course, the piece de resistance, Rule 12…" Tony listed on his fingers.

Abby shifted uncomfortably. If she had ever had this conversation with Gibbs about her feelings for him, she didn't expect it to be refereed by Tony DiNozzo. "Its not that huge an age difference, Tony. I just never thought those feelings were returned. Gibbs is always such a—" she looked anywhere but at Gibbs. "Gentleman. He's fond of me, but—"

"If none of those things mattered anymore- they didn't exist as objections in your mind, Abs-" Tony pulled himself up to the edge of his chair. "What if you knew that those feelings were returned…."

"They aren't-" Abby started, her eyes flying from Gibbs's face, to Tony's, to the beer in her hand. Gibbs was interested in her? Really? But he also now knew that she had more than a passing interest in Tony as well… "Or are they, Gibbs?"

Gibbs's crooked half-smile was his only answer.

Tony grinned. "So, since you are into both of us- you wanna be our girlfriend, Abs?"

Abby felt the tingle explode out to her extremities, excitement catching her breath seconds before her brain caught up and she got pissed. "Why? Because you now know for a fact that I'm into hinky enough shit, thanks to Mikel, that an arrangement like you are suggesting seems normal to me?"

"No, Abs!" Gibbs answered quickly. "This has nothing to do with Mikel." Tony seconded the statement.

Abby's voice softened marginally. "Then why ask me? Because you know I'm attracted to you both, so you figure I'm the perfect fit? One girl is easier to keep quiet than two? Or is it because I'm safe enough? Since you know I would never out you?"

"While its nice to know that you are attracted to us both, and that you would never expose us, those are NOT the only reasons." Gibbs sighed, pulling Abby into another one-armed hug and brushing a kiss against her temple. "After all this time, do you think so little of me? That I would use your sweet personality against you, just to satisfy some urges?"

Abby took in a shaky breath. "I'd like to think I know you better than that, Gibbs. But this is unchartered waters, and I am not in the best mental place regarding my decisions about boyfriends, you know?"

Gibbs rubbed a thumb in lazy circles against her upper arm. "I've loved you for a very long time, Abby, but was never sure enough of you to say anything. We flirt, but you flirt with every one, and you never took it further. I assumed you didn't want anything more. And I value our relationship too much to risk destroying it by revealing my feelings to you. Or so I told myself."

Nodding in agreement, Tony continued. "You are the brightest ray of sunshine in our lives, Abby. I'd have asked you out as soon as I started at NCIS if Lee hadn't threatened me within an inch of my life about breaking Rule 12, and then breaking my legs if I did break it and managed to hurt you. I'm not proud that I chickened out, but never stopped wondering what if I had ignored him. And this thing with Mikel and the contract killer—almost losing you to someone we didn't even know about, much less could defend against it—"

"We didn't see the point in keeping this to ourselves anymore," Gibbs said. "Even if you don't feel about either of us the way we do about you, we needed to tell you. Say no, and we will never bring this up again. I won't lose you to a psycho, or to my own psychological issues anymore. No matter what you decide." After another sip of beer, Gibbs added, "Plus, its gonna feel damn good to not have to lie to you anymore about me and Tony."

"So you both love me?" Abby asked, her voice happier that it had been in several days, at least. This wasn't just about convenience for them; this wasn't just about assumptions based on her fashion choices; this wasn't about her getting used for sex while stomping on her heart. "LOVE love me?"

Gibbs leaned his forehead against hers. "Yes."

Tony joined them on the sofa, on Abby's other side. Taking her hand and squeezing, looking her in the eye, he seconded Gibbs with his own, "Yes."

Abby closed her eyes, and let the emotions wash over her. The two men she trusted most in the world, had wanted and never thought she'd have one of, much less both, were hers. "So you want to be my boyfriends, huh?" She opened her eyes and looked at both of them with a sparkle in her eye.

"Um, yeah?" Tony stated, sounding suddenly uncertain at her easy acceptance of the situation.

Gibbs looked at Tony, then her. "Aren't you gonna take time to think it over?"

Abby closed her eyes, pinched herself hard on the arm and looked around when she opened her eyes again after a few seconds. "I'm awake," she stated, half to herself.

"Are you okay, Abby?" Tony asked.

"Yes," Abby laughed. "To both questions. I'm so much more than okay, and I would be happy to be your girlfriend."

Tony smiled widely; even Gibbs cracked a toothy grin. "Thank you, Abby." Gibbs let out a breath of relief.

"Lee was so nervous," Tony chattered, slouching back into the sofa but never letting go of her hand. "He worried that you'd go running for the hills or go to work for the FBI to get away from our depravity."

"Did not!" Gibbs tried to defend himself.

"I hope you weren't really that nervous," Abby teased. "I mean, the girlfriend part, I could see nervous, except you knew, if you really thought about it, how I'd feel. But letting me know about you and Tony? I hope that wasn't it."

Gibbs conceded the girlfriend part was the majority of it, though not all. "Not an everyday question or situation, after all."

Abby smiled, shifting from the sofa to perch on the coffee table so that she could see both men at once. "But now I have questions!"

Gibbs cringed, while Tony just propped his feet up and slouched down more. "Fire away!"

"Actually, I change my mind," Abby abruptly decided based on the light red shade of Gibbs's face. "You can tell me all about how this happened, how I never realized it, and the good details later. I have a better idea for now, before I wake up and find out I really am dreaming this."

Tony perked up. "And that idea is?"

"I want the sex now." Abby smiled widely. "Then, if I wake up and this is a dream, at least it was a good one."

Gibbs's turned a whole new shade of red.

"I mean, I guess there are logistics to work out here," Abby considered. "Like, do I get to sleep with both of you at once? Or is it a taking turns sort of deal? Because I like both options, although personally option one sounds better—"

"Good lord, Tony! Shut her up, please!" Gibbs directed.