To be honest, I'm having a hard time writing as the end is drawing near to this story. I would love some ideas.
A few weeks went by and Abby and Gibbs returned to their jobs as though nothing had changed between them. At night, however…well that was a different story. Abby was conflicted about her feelings regarding a child, while Gibbs was semi-lost in thoughts of his late daughter. It wasn't that neither of them communicated, more like they did so with an open mind/heart. Gibbs assured Abby she would be a wonderful mother, and Abby tried to be there for Gibbs when memories of his daughter overwhelmed him.
Abby began feeling different during a case which involved a Navy office who had apparently injected steroids into his own body to counter-act the effects of a rare blood disease which kept him out of the corp. Upon hearing that while trying to apprehend Corporal Worth, Tony and McGee had been injured, Abby began growing more and more concerned.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."
"Abby! Calm Down! Tony has a broken nose, McGee has a dislocated shoulder, but…we caught the guy."
"What is he even doing here? He should be locked up, like an animal!"
"He's not an animal, he's a man."
"Are you defending him?!"
"…believe me, we are fine. Calm down!"
"Ziva, can't you just let me get it out for a second? I mean, I'm not like you. I'm not some perfect, emotionless warrior. God!"
I felt horrible the moment I left her kneeling in front of where I had been. I hadn't meant to insult her, I was just shocked and worried. I was thankful that Gibbs hadn't been hurt—which honestly was my main concern—but Tony and McGee were my family. I couldn't loose either one of them.
That night, after Gibbs came home, he held me and comforted me. He said he understood my worry and he confessed that he too would feel similar if one of them were injured. He would NEVER admit it to them, but Tony and McGee were like sons to him…especially Tony. He held me for a long while as my tears dried up and my passion was renewed.
We made love slowly, savoring the feel of each other's bodies. I kissed him as I confessed how I felt the years before we finally made the leap to lovers. His grip tightened on me as he grunted out his frustration over those same years. When we at last collapsed, we sighed at the same time, then laughed at all of the time it took for us to realize our feelings. My dreams that night were filled, for once, with love, laughter, and memories of him.
