Alright, alright kids… let's not get grabby hands. Here is a new chapter and a um, slight, rating change to M…

Abby woke with a start, unsure of where she was. Slowly everything came back to her, and the weight of Gibbs' body wrapped around hers was a welcome reminder that she was safe. She was a little unclear still on everything that had happened the past few days, but she had Gibbs, so she knew she would be okay. It was still dark, so she wanted to just close her eyes and go back to sleep, but her bladder had other ideas, so reluctantly she pushed the blanket away. Gibbs held tightly to her, and she remembered the sound of his voice as he told her to wake him if she needed to get up. "Gibbs," she whispered softly, stroking her fingers through his hair. "I need to use the bathroom."

Gibbs stirred and then mumbled something against her shoulder before letting go.

"I'll be right back," she got up and headed to the bathroom. As she opened the door again to head back to bed, Gibbs was there, yawning and scratching his chest. "Oh, I was hoping to climb back into bed with you."

Gibbs nodded. "I gotta hit the head, too. I'm not ready to get up yet either."

Abby placed a hand on the center of his chest and pressed up on her toes to kiss him, just because she could. She had been dreaming about him, the team and work. She was having trouble visualizing where her lab was in the building, but she could see the set-up of her lab clearly in her mind. Her dreams hadn't been particularly exciting, and she couldn't be sure if what she had dreamt had been actual memories, or just dreams, but being with him and her friends had left her in a good mood, even at o-dark-thirty. She moved back to the bed and climbed under the covers to the warm spot they had shared.

Gibbs was quick and soon sliding beneath the covers with her, his arms wrapping around her as she cupped his face in her hands to kiss him again. "You were in my dream," she said, as she pulled away, "the whole team was. We were in my lab and I was making cookies…"

Gibbs chuckled and pressed his nose to her cheek in a gentle nuzzle. "You make cookies in your lab every Christmas. Last year you made gingerbread cookies decorated like yourself. You tasted pretty sweet." He pushed his hand up the back of her shirt, his fingers splayed wide across her skin as he held her close. "Want you, Abbs. Need you now."

When he shifted closer, Abby was surprised to feel him hard against her hip. He nosed, nipped and kissed his way across her cheek, along her jaw, to her neck. "Need you more than I've ever needed anyone, ever," he confessed. Still he was concerned that the moment he opened his eyes, she'd be gone.

"I'm here," she sighed, wiggling out of her shirt as Gibbs fought against losing contact with her. As soon as her shirt was gone, Gibbs moved to her breasts, his mouth sealing over a taut nipple. Abby cradled his head to her chest and moaned as she slid her fingers through his soft hair. He gently used his teeth, sending a shiver down her spine, "God, Gibbs…"

No inch of her skin was left un-tasted as he nipped and kissed across her chest, occasionally leaning up to kiss her lips. "Can't ever lose you again, Abbs. Can't…"

"Not going anywhere, you've got me." She wrapped her legs around his waist and huffed out a breath against his ear as he thrust against her.

His hands slipped down her back, and into her underwear to cup her butt. She moved with him so he could work them over her hips and down her legs to be kicked away. "Wait… Gibbs, wait… we need, we need protection. I don't remember if I was on the pill before and in any case, I haven't for the past week and…"

Gibbs managed to tear himself away from her and turned to rummage through his bedside table. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex, so the likelihood of finding condoms in his drawer wasn't in his favor. "Shit…"

"Wait," suddenly she was out of bed and digging around through the bag of her stuff she had left at his place. She produced a box of condoms and tossed them to him with a smile. "I've been told to always be prepared."

"You kept condoms at my house?" Gibbs tore open the box and pulled a small packet out.

"I didn't think I'd ever use them, but… a girl can hope, right?" She watched as he pushed his sweats off and had the condom rolled on before she made it back to the bed. "In a hurry?"

"Now, Abby," he growled as he reached for her, tugging her back to the bed.

Abby collapsed over him and kissed him until he was relaxed below her. He was still hard and every so often his hips would jerk upward against her, but some of the tension in his upper body had dissipated. She didn't stop until he was kissing her like he wanted to kiss her, not because he was afraid to wake up and find it was all a dream.

"Abby," he whimpered when she finally moved from kissing his lips to his jaw, then neck.

"I'm here," she moaned when his hand slipped between them, his fingers seeking her hot core.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her ear as she moaned and wiggled against his fingers as he sought out her clit. He wanted to spend hours discovering every inch of her – what made her shiver and twitch, what made her moan. He wanted to know what every freckle and tattoo tasted like, but for now he couldn't take the time. He pushed her onto her back and guided himself toward her heat.

Abby was quick to wrap her legs around his waist to hold him close. She raked her nails along his back as he pushed inside of her. When he was fully seated, he leaned up on his elbows to look down at her with a smile. Abby pulled him down for a kiss and bumped her hips up to make him move. They moved together, Abby moaning her encouragement and Gibbs groaning in pleasure.

Abby was on the fast track for finding release. She wanted to wait for Gibbs, but he was angled just right and the feel of his body over hers had her toes curling. "Gibbs…" She wasn't sure if she wanted him to slow or give her more or…

"Nggh, come on Abbs," he grunted and gritted his teeth. He was well aware that she was struggling on the edge and he wanted to be sure she was taken care of first.

Abby struggled to push him to the side and then to his back so she could straddle him. It was a constant struggle for Gibbs not to be completely in control as they both worked closer and closer to the edge. But Gibbs was quickly rewarded as Abby shuddered and cried out his name, her muscles rippling around him. He took advantage of her distraction and flipped them over again. He was careful not to crush her as he continued toward his own release. He dropped his head and muffled a loud moan against her neck as she wrapped her legs around him again and encouraged him with a purr.

He quickly found himself teetering on the edge, almost afraid to fall over in case this was the point where he woke from his dream.

"Gibbs," Abby whispered as they moved together, "I love you."

She had said it more than once, but now, after everything they had been through in the past week or so, those three little words had never meant so much to Gibbs as they did now. For years they had just been words – words he'd been expected to say to his first ex-wife, words he'd regretted saying to Diane and words he wanted to say to Stephanie, but never really could. He lost himself in the feeling of Abby – from where they were joined, to where her legs held him close and her arms held him even closer. He choked back what sounded like a sob and pressed a demanding kiss to her lips as he rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He pulled back to brush her bangs from her face and smiled down at her. "I love you too, Abby." He couldn't remember the last time he had told anyone that he loved them. He hadn't even said to it Jack, just answered with a 'you too' when Jack had said it first. "Love you so much." Now that he'd said it, he wanted to keep telling her so that he had no doubts that she believed him.

"Mmm, you made that very clear," Abby pulled him into another kiss, a bit slower than the previous one. "Let's get some more sleep before it gets to be too light out."

Gibbs rolled away to remove the condom and toss it in the trash. He grabbed clean boxers from the drawer as Abby slipped her underwear back on, and they met in the middle to curl up together once again. He pushed a leg over hers in a possessive gesture and smiled against her shoulder when she seemed to shrink back against him so that he was covering most of her body with his own.

A high-pitched shrill startled them both awake. Gibbs reached for his cell phone after double-checking that it was Abby still curled in his arms and answered with a curt Gibbs.

"Boss!" Tony sounded breathless on the other end of the line. "I came to bring her breakfast and the nurse said she checked herself out ADA and they've no idea where she went, she's gone!"

"Easy, DiNozzo," Gibbs sat up against the headboard and ran his fingers through Abby's hair as she snuggled into the pillow. "She's here. She checked herself out and came here, she's okay."

"Oh," Tony's sigh of relief was audible through the phone. "She awake? Can I come over?"

"No, not now. How about for lunch. Give her a chance to wake up when she's ready and relax before she's faced with a bunch of people."

"Yeah, okay. I'll call McGee, Ziva and Ducky. We can bring some food. I'll call around noon to make sure that it's okay to come over."

"Sounds good." Gibbs hung up and pushed his phone back on the nightstand.

"I'm already awake, why'd you tell him I wasn't?" Abby let herself be pulled back into his arms as he stretched out beside her again.

"I'm not ready to share you yet, want to relax," he kissed her shoulder, "remind you that I love you," he trailed kisses up along her neck, "need a little more time before I have to share you."

"I'm starting to remember you as being a bit possessive, at work too, right?"

Gibbs frowned as he remembered trying to keep her from the FBI, the CIA and every other agency that has tried to poach her over the years. "Guess I've always thought of you as mine, and I don't share."

"I've gotta have other friends…"

"No, I know. Not like that… you've made a name for yourself in the science community. Other agencies like to throw bigger paychecks at you, worried you'll decide to take it one day."

"Gibbs," Abby turned and cupped his cheek in her hand. "We've been working together for how long? If I wanted a bigger check, I'd have gone elsewhere long ago."

"I know, you've told me that every time you have dinner with the FBI, doesn't make me worry any less. Though I tend to do a good job of hiding it," he confessed. He struggled with opening up so much, but he knew he had been handed a rare second shot with Abby and he wasn't about to ruin it by closing her out.

"I want you to tell me how you feel. I… things are still… fuzzy, and if I do something wrong, or you're upset, you have to tell me, okay? I don't want you to sit and quietly be mad at me, I just want to know so I can fix it."

"Not mad," he shifted so that he was covering her body with his. He leaned down to kiss her softly and nibbled at her lower lip. "It's my own jealousy I need to deal with."

"Trust me, nothing to be jealous of." Abby ran her hands down his back and cupped his ass. "But if we're going to spend the morning alone… maybe we could spend it naked?"

A slow grin spread across his face. "We could maybe do that."

TBC..