Another week later, Gibbs had had enough. It was once again Friday and the end of another long case. After wrapping things up, and watching the others leave; Gibbs found that he was angry. The worst part was that he had no one to blame but himself. The past three weeks had been hell. At first he had avoided Abby because he knew if he saw her he would loose control. The second week he left her alone because she had seemed angry. The third…well one would guess it was mutual.

Gone was their routine of Caf!Pows and kisses on the cheek. It was all replaced by either Tony, Ziva, or McGee filling in where they couldn't/wouldn't. No more Friday night drinking binges. No more secret gossiping sessions. No more anything…not since he had kissed her.

If he could take that moment back he…wouldn't. He had honestly loved kissing her. Briefly Gibbs had wondered if she was angry not because he had kissed her, but because he had stopped; however, he dismissed that thought right away. There was no way Abby—beautiful, gorgeous, vibrant Abby—wanted him!

Yet, despite all of that, he found himself outside of her apartment at 11 o'clock PM on a Friday night, waiting for her. Although if he was honest with himself, he had no idea what he was going to do or say if/when he saw her.

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Abby shut off her lab around 8, having agreed to catching a drink with Tony, Ziva, and McGee. Around 10 PM, she was tired. McGee offered to drive her home, and she gratefully accepted. 45 minutes later, they left the bar. Upon reaching her apartment, McGee offered to walk her upstairs; however, Abby declined, stating that she was just fine. She got out of the car and watched as McGee drove off; not noticing the car that was running across from her.

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Gibbs watched with smoke literally steaming out of his ears as McGee dropped Abby off at her apartment. 'So that's what she has been doing.' Though he was surprised when McGee drove off while Abby fumbled around for her keys. He tried to hide his annoyance/amusement as he shut off his car and made his way towards her.

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'Shit!' Abby dropped the keys she had just found onto the dark pavement. 'This is what I get for working too much and not sleeping!' Grabbing the lost keys, Abby stood back up only to see the one person she dreaded/hoped to see…Gibbs.

"What are doing here, GIbbs?"

"You were drinking."

"One drink, but good observation, Special Agent Gibbs. No wonder you solve so many cases."

"Abby—"

"Look, if we are going to argue, let's do it inside."

"Here, let me."

Gibbs grabbed her keys as she glared at him; letting them both inside her apartment.

"Thanks."

"Abby, we should talk."

"About what? You kissing me? Or you avoiding me for three weeks?"

"Abby—"

"No, you know what, Gibbs…you hurt me. Damn you! I have been waiting eight god damn years for you to…and then you finally do, only to leave! You left me standing in the dark, shocked and horny as hell! God damn you!"

Gibbs knew she was angry but couldn't help but feel the tightness in his pants at her admission. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her upper arms; forcing her to face him.

"Oooh, what are you gonna do? Kiss me senseless again then leave?"

"Yes."