NCIS and all of its wonderful characters – no they don't belong to me. Sigh, they never will. Some of them do belong to each other, though, don't you agree?

Wake Up and Smell the Coffee (sequel to Sawdust and Gunpowder) – Boundaries get crossed and bridges get burned. Will Abby and Gibbs ever get on the same page?

Rating – M. Not for kiddos. Really.

FWandFS (Fair Winds and Following Seas): Second Fanfic in this Fandom. Have written others as FeliciaMaplewood for Scarecrow and Mrs. King…Yes, I am dating myself by admitting that.

Chapter 2 –

Rule 18

"Gibbs!" Abby's hushed voiced carried panicked alarm.

He spun to see her signing frantically "What now? They're coming!"

He heard the voices outside the door. There was no exit that wouldn't leave a telltale sign. He rushed to Abby and forcibly grabbed her arm, dragging her into the closet and pulling the door closed with only a slight gap to see the intruders. He yanked Abby flush against him toward the back of the closet. Damn, there was no way now that he could move in front of her without telltale noise, there simply wasn't enough room. He loosened his hold with his left arm, resting his hand on her hip and eased his service revolver out on his right to protect her. God willing, he wouldn't need it.

The suite door banged open and they could hear grunting and the frantic rustling of clothes being removed, not to mention the sound of wet kisses. In the blur of movement passing the closet, Gibbs could see a stripped bleach blonde in do-me pumps wrapped around their half-dressed hit man, Mikhail.

"We gotta hurry," the man growled. "My wife's in the spa downstairs."

"Hey! You gonna fuck me, don't be talkin' 'bout the wife." The woman snapped.

They heard the smack of an open hand on bare flesh. "Ow! Mickey!"

Gibbs felt Abby start in surprise and breathed a hushed "Easy, Abbs" in her ear. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, despite the feeling of comparative safety and privacy in their dark hideout. And, as always, it heightened his senses. He could feel each of Abby's shallow breaths, the heat that radiated from her body so close to his, and the dangerous smell of her perfume.

"On your knees, Tanya." Mikhail barked.

Damn, thought Gibbs. That was a visual he could have done without when wrapped in the dark with Abby pressed up against him. But it didn't last long as this couple was in a hurry and the preliminaries were short before moving onto the main event.

Abby felt a flush rise in her cheeks and across her chest. Hinky didn't begin to describe this situation. In her many fantasies of being with Gibbs, voyeurism hadn't yet entered the mix. Abby started to ease forward to prevent herself from crushing Gibbs, until she felt his hand bite into her left hip. Hmph. Guess she wasn't going anywhere, not that there was much space to move. Despite the danger, she felt safe as she always did when Gibbs arms were wrapped around her. Well, safe from everything but her attraction to him, anyway.

Gibbs snorted and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he heard the moans and grunts and rhythmic thumping of the headboard. This was so not what he needed right now. He willed his body not to react to Abby's slim frame nestled between his legs. Given the context, it was a lost cause. He always curtailed any fantasies of Abby when he was awake through sheer force of discipline, but when he was asleep his subconscious played havoc with him. While sometimes those dreams were lingering and languorous, more often they were hard, fast, and driving – up against a wall, over a desk, and now he'd have a new one, in the back of a closet.

Abby felt the biting pressure of Gibbs hand on her hip and knew he was just as affected as she was. If the short, harsh breaths on the back of her neck weren't a clue, she knew what was pressing into her backside wasn't his badge. He wanted her. Abby felt heat swamp her and squirmed. Now that she finally knew she wasn't the only one, she couldn't think of anything else but the breadth of the wall of his chest behind her and the corded steel of his legs. Her breasts ached for his touch - if only he would move his hand upwards from her hip. She arched her back in unconscious invitation with a breathy moan only he could hear.

That moan was his undoing, Gibbs quietly growled into her neck in response. His lips only a hairsbreadth away from her spiderweb tattoo, made so available by her arched neck. Thoughts fled and only primal need ruled. His face contorted in a mask of suppressed desire as he felt her grind her ass back against him. Reflexively, his hips drove of their own accord against her. He heard Abby's muffled response and grew even harder. The sudden ache of lust was blinding. And Abby, willing and wanton pressing back into him only made the fire hotter.

The couple on the bed didn't have their chemistry, though. They were already done, the woman whining that Mikhail hadn't held on long enough for her. They heard the sound of him slapping her ass again as he ordered her to get dressed. He didn't want to keep the wife waiting and he sure as hell didn't want the wife meeting the mistress. The clandestine couple focused on the hustle of cleaning up and getting back down to the spa, as quickly as they had arrived, they were gone.

As soon as the hallway door shut, Abby let out a ragged moan. She spun in Gibbs arms to face him as he distractedly replaced the revolver in his jacket pocket. She placed each of her hands on the closet wall framing his head before leaning into him, her cleft pressing against his bulge and her aching breasts seeking relief by brushing his chest. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done." She whispered lowly in his ear.

Gibbs eyes shut as he fought his desire. "We didn't do anything, Abbs."

"I know," she whispered. "That's what made it so hot. We couldn't do anything." She twisted sinuously against him as he groaned. "We couldn't get caught. And just being there - it was just so wrong." She smiled against his neck. "And doing stuff that's wrong always gets me hot."

Gibbs didn't respond, his eyes remained shut as he desperately tried to hold onto rationality. But he didn't push her away either and his fingers dug tightly into her hips as she ground against him. His harsh breaths exploded in the small closet.

Abby threw caution to winds and wrapped her arms around his neck and angled her mouth hotly over his in an open-mouthed kiss.

His control snapped, as he grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against him. They dueled for control of the kiss, as a dam of desire broke over them. Gibbs more than met her halfway, his kisses were voracious. She moaned as she felt him tugging her lower lip between his teeth. His tongue swept hungrily against the cavern of her mouth, and she sagged against him with overwhelming want. When fully roused, Gibbs was no gentle lover but a hungry alpha male. Abby was more than a match for him. He groaned aloud as she rubbed against him. She was a dark fantasy come to life. He broke the kiss, raggedly catching his breath as he firmly held her hips from teasing him further. Anymore and he would explode.

She panted against his neck, but the soft mewling sound she made shot straight to his core. He dropped his head against her shoulder fighting for a semblance of control. "Whoa, Abby," he rasped. Gibbs drew in long shuddering breaths and tried like hell not to focus on the bliss that accompanied her hips snug against his.

Man alive, that was hotter than Abby had thought it would ever be. And she had thought about this – a lot. She felt sublime with a unique women's power that she could bring Gibbs, him of all people, to into this vortex of spiraling need. With aching want, she pressed into the bulge that could complete her. She loved the low, sexy groan that she wrested from him.

"Abbs, you're not helping things here." Gibbs growled in her ear.

"Who said I wanted you to stop?" Abby whispered back and he shivered as her tongue traced his ear. Her words brought another jolt of sharp need, and his fingers dug into her hip deeply enough to leave bruises. Was Abby flirting, as usual, or did she mean it?

"Case…Abby. We're on a case." Gibbs took in deep draughts of air as he slowly regained control. He pushed the door of the closet open behind her. If he stayed in those close quarters, he couldn't be responsible for his actions much longer.

She eased away reluctantly and withdrew from the closet. She felt suddenly cold without his pressing warmth. "Sorry, I guess I got distracted," she said with a cheeky smile. But she paused once again as his eyes snapped open and she saw his eyes darkened with need. Her breath hitched. He wanted her – he really wanted her. It was taking everything he had not to screw her against the wall and she knew it. And Leroy Jethro Gibbs aroused was a helluva sexy sight.

He stepped out of the closet holding her gaze. He cupped her cheek and as he ran his thumb over her lower lip she shivered. "Yeah. Me too." How the hell was he supposed to work when she looked at him like that? How was he ever going to go into the lab and not remember this moment? They had always had a flirty tension, but now her eyes looked like a wildcat's. And he would just love to be her prey.

She blushed and looked down, suddenly self-conscious now that they were out of the closet and in the light. The live-action porn film certainly had helped get things rolling, but they had just crashed and burned through all the barriers they had ever erected between them. Before Gibbs freaked out, she needed to come up with a recovery plan and fast.

Suddenly saucy, she looked up at him. "Just doing more research, Gibbs."

He raised an eyebrow in inquiry, thankful that she knew what to say because he sure as hell didn't. His brain wasn't functioning much at all yet. "Research, again, Abbs?"

"Mm-hmm…applied research,"she said flirtatiously.

He waited warily, and ran his hand through his hair if only to prevent his hands from hauling her against him again.

"Rule eighteen," she purred referring to her kiss. "It's better to seek forgiveness than ask permission."

His lips quirked up in a half-smile, hearing his own words used against him. "Nothing to forgive, Abbs." He eased away from her, feeling both relieved and yet unsettled by her nonchalance. Her 'research' had rocked his world.

"I'll keep that in mind." Abby's voice held a sultry promise. She smiled in satisfaction. The playing field had been entirely changed and she couldn't be happier.

TBC

Reviews make my day! Please let me know what you think!

Thanks so much to Periodically Chlorinated, The Gabby Effect, miss4nschik, punkcatwitissues, gosgirl, ncislove, Alrighta, and tanya2byour21 for taking the time to review!