Chapter 2
A/N: It was pointed out to me that Gibbs got a new couch last season, but I completely forgot about that so for the sake of this fic, it didn't happen. Enjoy this requested second part.
The sunlight streaming through his window wakes him. He sits up slowly, his body protesting the movement. Abby's still asleep, propped uncomfortably against the couch. He should look into getting a new one. He stands and covers Abby up with the blanket on the back of the couch before he heads for the kitchen. He needs coffee.
By the time the coffee finishes brewing, he's lost in thought, sitting at the kitchen table. He blinks as a mug is placed in front of him, the seductive liquid steaming. He looks across the table as Abby sits across from him, sips at her own mug. He bites back a moan as the first drop touches his tongue; he missed coffee so much. The sit in silence as they finish their coffee, and then Abby shifts her chair so that she's next to him, taking his hands in hers.
"Abbs…" he starts, but she cuts him off.
"These really need to get treated, Gibbs," She runs her hand over the deep marks in his wrists, looking up at him, "I know you were treated by the paramedics, but you didn't listen to a thing they said, did you?"
He hadn't, but he'd taken a shower at the Navy Yard when he'd gotten there, put on fresh clothes. "I'm fine."
"Let me," she replies, "please."
He keeps her gaze, trying and failing to glare at her because he couldn't deny her, not when she was this determined. He sighs, "First aid is under the sink."
Her face lights up with a smile as she moves to get it. Later, when his cuts are wiped with antiseptics and his wrists don't burn, he's sure he'll thank her, but right now, he can only be thankful that she's doing this for him, no matter how much it'll sting.
She starts with his face, working with an intense look in her eyes, "I never gave up hope," she said softly, "I knew they'd find you and McGee."
He smiles, rests a hand on her knee, "I know."
"The D.O.D. wouldn't let us try to find you guys, but we all fought it."
"Shouldn't have broken the rules," he mutters.
"Rule 14," she quotes. Bend the line, don't break it.
"Ahh," he acknowledges.
She moves to his wrists, frowning softly, "If you want to talk about it, Gibbs, I can listen."
His heart drops into his stomach, "No." He couldn't subject her that, "No, I'll talk to Dr. Confalone."
Abby blinks up at him, understanding in her eyes, "Ok." She finishes in silence, and it's only after she's put the first aid kit away that she speaks, "But if she can't help…"
"Abbs," he cuts her off, grasping her shoulders gently and pressing a kiss to her cheek. He lets his lips linger for a little longer than normal, trying to remember the last time he'd kissed her, "Thank you."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please review!