A/N: Thanks to everyone for the nice reviews so far. I have a feeling this chapter may change that though. Be careful with the hate mail. I'm sensitive! I know this is a short chapter. I will post the other one once I get home from work, but that won't be until after midnight Eastern. So stay with me here.
Gibbs laid on his couch, arms folded over his chest staring at the ceiling. He gave up sleeping in his bed a few nights ago. His pillow still smelled of her shampoo or perfume or whatever it was that made Abby smell Abby and it was finally too much for him. When did he become such a love sick puppy?! It was ridiculous! There were times when he felt like a nervous teenager around her and that just didn't happen to him anymore. It wasn't supposed to happen to him anymore. He thought he was done with love. Real love anyway. True love.
True love?, he thought to himself and rolled on to his side. What the hell was wrong with him. Man up, Gunny! But it was easier said than done. She had actually hurt his feelings, his feelings, when she avoided him those few days. He missed her smiles, her hugs, just about everything. And because he opened his big mouth he thought he was never going to get those things back. Their relationship would never be the same again.
He knew things had to change the way they were now. Sending McGee and DiNozzo down to do his dirty work was a cowards way out. He knew he may never have the same closeness with her he had before, but it was better than what they had now and that was nothing. Now, could he just bring himself to actually apologize? He wasn't sure, but he had to do something, talk to somebody. Grumbling to himself, he got up and left his house, heading to the person he thought would know Abby as well as he did.
Well, almost as well.
Abby sat in her apartment, curled up in her oversized armchair. It was her comfort zone, her safe haven. She had been getting a lot more use out of it lately. Almost every night she sat curled up in that chair. A couple nights she shed tears there. Sometimes she would feel better afterwards, like a load had temporarily been lifted, but by the time she slid into her cold, empty coffin it would be right there, laying on top of her, crushing her chest. Tonight, however, she couldn't seem to get the weight off of her. It was getting to be unbearable. She needed to do something about it, needed a relief! Normally she would go to Gibbs, but now…?
She jumped out of her chair and headed to her bedroom. She searched her closet for the perfect thing and slipped it on. She quickly checked her hair and makeup in the mirror and applied a few fast touch ups. She covered herself up with a coat and left her apartment.
Standing outside his door 10 minutes later, Abby hesitated for a brief moment before knocking. She was surprised when the door opened after only a couple seconds. "Abby?" He looked both to the left and right outside of his door. "What are you doing here?" Abby opened her coat revealing the slinky, lacy night gown underneath, "Wow. That's some…" he swallowed hard, "pajamas…you got there."
Abby pushed herself against him. "Let me in," she said in a seductive manner. When he didn't make a move she added sweetly, "Please, Tony?" With the last of his will power falling away, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her inside, slamming and locking the door behind her.
Gibbs rounded the corner and saw Abby's car on the street outside of Tony's apartment. He parked regardless. Looking at the clock he saw it was nearly midnigt. His heart sank just a little into his gut and turned. She would be here, he thought. Tony had been spending much more time down in her lab lately the last week. That was mostly his own fault for sending him down there. Maybe he does know her as well as me, he thought. He shifted the car into drive and drove off, not sure where to go next.