You Satisfied Yet?

Rating: 15
Pairing: Abby/Gibbs
Category: Friendship/Romance
Spoilers: Witness
Summary: A post-episode tag for Witness that was originally written for the Gabby Collaboration Project, and reposted here for completeness. The Collaborpation Project is a group of Gabby writers tagging all the episodes in order from a Gabby first time POV, and we're now up to midway through Season 2.

"Night, Abby."

"Night, Timmy. C'mere."

Gibbs watched as Abby folded his junior agent in a familiar bone-crushing hug, trying to tamp down his usual reaction to seeing the former lovers together in an embrace.

He knew they were no longer 'together' in that sense, and McGee had gone through a tough time with the latest case, so he felt slightly guilty for begrudging McGee the kind of comfort Abby was so adept at providing.

However, he couldn't help a ball of jealousy knotting his stomach as the hug went on for longer than he would have liked... giving himself a mental head slap for being selfish.

McGee eventually released Abby and stepped back, giving her a wan smile before bidding his boss goodnight. Gibbs watched him heading for the elevator, not liking the slump to McGee's shoulders and made a mental note to keep an eye on him over the next few days.

Aware of Abby approaching in the otherwise empty bullpen, Gibbs lowered his eyes to his paperwork until an expanse of creamy thigh settled on the edge of his desk within his eyeline.

"I hope he's gonna be okay, Gibbs?"

He looked up, deciding her face was probably a safer place to look than her legs... though it was a close run thing when he saw her biting that full bottom lip. "He will be."

"Tim hasn't grown the tougher skin you and Tony have over the years," she told him, earnestly, worry shimmering in her green eyes. "He feels things too deeply sometimes."

"We'll keep an eye on him, Abbs. He'll get over it." He watched her carefully, sensing there was more to her worry than that and her next words confirmed it.

"And I feel awful, I really do," Abby said, jumping up in her agitation and starting to pace, hands gesturing and pigtails swinging in a familiar pose. "I got really annoyed with both of them when they didn't concentrate on the attacker's image and instead messed about on my computer... spending more time flirting than they did working, and I was really pissed. Perhaps if I'd been more insistent, we'd have had more of a description of the guy."

"Don't go beating yourself up, Abby." He stood up and moved in front of her, gripping her shoulders when she came to a halt in front of him. "McGee knew how important that description was... and it might not have made any difference."

"Yeah, maybe," Abby acknowledged, almost reluctantly, "and I guess hindsight's 20/20."

Gibbs nodded, turning back to his desk, "Can't torture yourself with what ifs."

She watched him fondly, "Says the man who tortures himself with just that on a regular basis."

"Yeah, well, that's me... not you." He threw her a rueful half smile before asking, "You nearly done?"

"Yup, just finishing up," Abby nodded, turning away. "I'll just go and get my report."

"I'll come get it. Then go home, get some rest. Come on, I'll walk you out." He kissed her cheek and walked with her to the back elevator.

As they rode down to her lab, Abby was unusually quiet and preoccupied but he put it down to worry over McGee. Following her into her office, Gibbs waited while she signed off on her completed report and handed it to him.

He could sense her hesitation as he glanced through the report and waited her out, but was initially surprised by her question.

"Do you fancy some company tonight, Gibbs?"

If it was her, he did.

He glanced up, taking in her uncertain expression, "You want take-out?" When he saw her wide lips start to curve into a smile, he ploughed on, "Come and help an old Marine with his boat?"

She pointed at him, grin widening, "You're on. It'll be just what I need. My four favourite Bs... boat, bourbon, basement and boss-man."

"That in any particular order?" he teased, returning her grin.

"Well, in ascending order of importance of course."

"Nice save, Abbs."

"You're not gonna catch me out like that," she wagged a finger at him as he chuckled and then she abruptly sobered, "Seriously though, I do feel in need of some quiet company tonight."

He perched on the edge of her desk, "Something on your mind?"

"Not especially, it's just..." She stole a glance at him but then her eyes skittered away from his before she took a deep breath and continued, "It's just seeing Tim start to move on with someone else, it just made me realize that I haven't... not really."

"No?"

Something in his expression must have prompted her to add. "I mean I've moved on as in moved on from our relationship."

"You sure?" He didn't like the way his gut clenched, almost in dread that she could still be harbouring romantic feelings for McGee and that she might regret ending their relationship.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She finally met his gaze and he couldn't quite read her expression.

"You don't sound sure." He paused before continuing, "You want him back?"

"God, no, Gibbs." He couldn't help relief washing over him when she sounded so adamant, shaking her head. "I knew we were never gonna last. We do far better as friends. No, no, that's not it... it's just... oh, I dunno. I guess I'm just a bit restless, maybe feeling a bit down... not way, way down in the doldrums but maybe feeling like I'm in a bit of a rut." She shrugged and looked down at her hands, gnawing at her lip.

His head was telling him to leave it there but his gut was screaming at him to push her a bit... to push both of them, to find out why she was feeling this way.

So he stood and moved closer to her, taking her hand when he was near enough and they were hidden from the cameras.

"Any particular reason?" he asked, softly.

Her fingers closed over his briefly, tightly, before she released his hand and turned away, folding her arms round herself. "No... just..."

"Just what, Abbs?" he persisted, wishing her could see her expression as he stepped up behind her, invading her personal space in his usual fashion.

"I'm just a bit down, y'know," she repeated, "knowing... "

She glanced up at him and his breath caught at the spark of longing in her eyes that was so strong but gone so quickly that he wondered if he'd imagined it. "Knowing what?"

Abby was silent for so long that he wondered if she was going to answer him, but then she said softly, "Knowing that I'll never have what I want... who I want."

He thought about that look just now... and decided to take a chance, hoping like hell he wasn't wrong.

"You sure you'll never have it?" He was so close, he could feel her body heat tugging at him and didn't miss the shiver that ran through her as he whispered his question in her ear.

"Yeah, pretty sure." But there was a note of uncertain hope in her voice that made him press on.

"What... " He grabbed for his courage and ploughed on, changing tack, "who do you want, Abbs?"

His head was spinning with her nearness, and he almost closed his eyes against the sensations of want and sheer need that swept through him whenever she was in close proximity.

"Not sure you're ready to hear it..." Abby trailed off, her voice barely audible but by the sudden change to addressing him rather than an anonymous 'he', Gibbs was suddenly sure.

He resisted the urge to grab her and spin her round... she was still skittish and he didn't want her to frighten her.

"Try me," he whispered, his nose almost against her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

"Don't wanna mess things up."

He felt her sway perhaps unconsciously back towards him and his hands came to rest naturally on her hips. "You sure you would?"

"I'm so scared I would." Her voice was husky and rolled down his spine, causing his hands to flex unconsciously.

"Don't be, you couldn't mess things up, Abbs." He nuzzled into her hair and slid his arms round her waist as he dropped his mouth to press a light kiss to the spider web tattoo... lips grazing the inked lines as he'd always wanted to. "I wanna hear it... Tell me."

She gasped, tilting her neck to one side to give him easier access as his lips wandered to her pulse point. "What I want is right here, but I didn't dare hope you wanted me. It's you, Gibbs... it's always been you."

At that, he did spin her round, hands coming up to cup her face as his lips came down on hers. He absorbed her gasp of surprise in his mouth and she was soon kissing him back fiercely, making mewling noises in the back of her throat.

It was only his awareness of where they were that stopped him pressing her down onto her desk and taking her there and then.

When they broke for air, Gibbs drew back, taking a certain amount of masculine satisfaction from the dazed look in her cat-green eyes.

Abby ran her hand along his jawline and over his lips, smiling when he nipped her fingers. "So is that your way of telling me I can move on?"

"If you want to." He clasped his hands loosely behind her back, keeping her close, gazing down at her lovely face.

"Oh, I want to," she whispered.

"Then let's go home."

Abby grinned up at him as she nodded, "I'll meet you there. I can grab take-out on the way... " She arched an eyebrow, her grin turning cheeky, "If that's satisfactory for the guy who's never satisfied."

"Oh, I can be."

He pulled her close again, holding Abby against him with a hand cupped round the back of her head as he nuzzled her face. He felt her arms come round his waist as she almost melted against him.

"Really?" came the husky murmur into his neck.

"Uh-huh." He dropped his lips to her neck, kissing that sweet spot where it curved into her shoulder.

"Care to demonstrate?" she asked him, teasingly.

"Count on it." He tugged her hips close, letting her feel what effect she was having on him and felt her full body shiver as he growled into her neck.

Hours later, they lay entwined underneath his boat, sweat cooling on their bodies, clothes scattered round the basement.

Stroking her bare back slowly, tracing the outline of the cross as Abby sprawled boneless on top of him, Gibbs thought idly that a shower might be a good idea pretty soon.

Sawdust was making itself felt in places where Gibbs would rather not feel sawdust, and he really should have a thorough and lengthy exploration in case Abby had picked up any splinters.

Before he could voice his thought, a throaty chuckle drifted up to his ears, making even his sated cock twitch.

He looked down the line of his body as Abby raised her head, resting her chin on his chest, an impish grin breaking out... the one that made her look like a mischievous elf.

"Satisfied yet?"

The end.