Abby has her own set of rules. Can Gibbs deal with them?

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CHAPTER 5: Abby's Rules

Abby's Rule Number 5: Don't give your nurse a hard time.

After several days in recovery and balking at rehab, Leroy Jethro Gibbs is allowed to leave the Bethesda Navel Hospital -- with one exception; he needs a fulltime nurse. Abby volunteers.

He argues with the nurse for several minutes before she finally convinces him that he isn't leaving the hospital without getting in the wheelchair. Abby stood idly by and watched amused by the whole thing. He isn't amused, but getting home and being alone with Abby is his main objective, so he complies with her demands.

Abby brings him home in her Hurst. He makes a joke about hers is the only Hurst he would be caught dead in … she didn't find it funny. They settle in and the first thing he wants to do is go look at his boat … like it wouldn't be there. Abby wants him to lie down and rest. Gibbs reminds her that he's the Boss. She lets him in on a little secret … she has a list of her own. Abby's rule number five …

"Don't give your nurse a hard time, Jethro."

"I thought you didn't want to call me Jethro."

"That's Abbs. I'm Abigail … Nurse Abigail. So don't give me a hard time. Do as you're told. Lie down."

He smiles, lies down and pats the couch, inviting Nurse Abigail to lie down beside him. She decides that he looks good enough for a little fun … but not too much. She cuddles up beside him and he nuzzles her neck, causing a wave of electricity throughout her body. He whispers … "Are you Abbs or Nurse Abigail?"

She giggles … "It depends … are you in need of a nurse?"

"Yes, my lips hurt." His whisper is soft and playful.

"I can cure hurt lips." She licks hers and turns to him.

His smile is warm and reassuring. He wraps his arms around her and she places both of her hands on his chest. She prepares for their first kiss. His blue eyes tell her that all is right in the world … at least for this moment in time. His eyes glance down at her lips and she closes her eyes in preparation -- he leans forward and seeks that first kiss. She keeps her hands over his chest, feeling the rise and fall … remembering how close she was to losing him. She deepens the kiss, surprising him … he re-adjusts himself, and deepens the kiss even further. Abby stops the kiss to catch her breath and check on her patient.

"What, why did you stop? My lips still hurt." He had that patented Gibbs' grin on.

"You took my breath away and I think that's enough excitement for your first day home."

"I'm just getting warmed up, Abbs"

"Down, boy. What did they put in the oxygen at that hospital anyway?"

"Life … they put life in that oxygen, Abbs. I don't want to waste any time."

"But I don't want to move fast forward either … okay?"

Gibbs pulls her back close to him. "I'll move at your pace when it comes to us, but don't expect me to be a good patient otherwise."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm going back to work tomorrow … desk duty, but I'm going back."

We'll see about that.

Abby makes dinner and they watch a movie like and old married couple. The buttery popcorn and a little necking make the plot forgettable. When it's time for bed, she tucks him in, but he has something else in mind. He pulls her down into the bed … a giggle escapes her mouth, then a stern, "No, no, no, Gibbs!"

"But other parts of me hurt, Nurse Abigail."

"Roll over onto your stomach, I'll give you a massage."

"I'd rather have a sponge bath."

"Gibbs!"

He pulls her close and covers her mouth with his. Her body betrays her Nightingale intentions and she responds to his advances. Even after being shot and on a respirator, Gibbs can still … perform. They make love. It was not how she has fantasized it. They were always in her coffin and he is always more … ah … forceful. More Gibbs like. The real thing, the real Gibbs, in his bed … no bondage, no handcuffs, no whips or chains … just love making, pure and simple. Maybe not so simple, they were breaking … shattering, rule number twelve. He is a gentle lover, a giver, not a taker. He likes to kiss … to hold her, to cuddle. He hovers over her, not to possess her but to protect her. She wants more, he gives more. Thrust for thrust, they meet each others needs and desires until their love pushes them over the edge. They end their precious love making, wrap themselves around one another and fall asleep.

He changes his mind about work … he didn't want to break, 'Abby rule number five.' He is hoping Abby has more rules … involving a French Maid … Ooh la la.

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