Chapter Twelve

Gibbs paced.

It had been three hours since he'd spoken to Tony after his senior agent had dropped Abby off at her apartment. He wanted to give her the space she needed, but at the same time, he wanted to make sure everything was okay between them. He pulled his cell from his pocket and turned it over in his hands a few times. Eventually he dialed Abby's number and waited.

"Hey Gibbs," she answered quietly.

"Hey." He was relieved to hear her voice. "Can I come over?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." Gibbs hung up and grabbed his keys and wallet before hurrying out to his truck. The drive was quick and Gibbs found himself raising his hand to knock on her apartment door.

"Hey," Abby opened the door and stepped back to let him in. "Sorry I just took off like that earlier."

Gibbs reached out and pulled her into his arms. "I only want to keep you safe, Abbs. It's all I've ever wanted to do."

"I know. I… I talked to Tony a bit on the ride home. He calmed me down, told me that you came to him. Which is am improvement compared to going lone wolf like you usually do. But I just… were you going to tell me I was being tailed by one of your guys? I'd have noticed him eventually, you know that right?"

"Was hoping it would only be a day or two, around NCIS while I was working. Figured we'd find out more about him, how to help him and then not have to worry anymore."

"He won't hurt me, Gibbs. I know you don't know him, but I do."

"I know, but my gut tells me he's bad news and I can't lose you again. Lost you once and I can't go through that again." He cupped her face in his hands. "If anything happens to you…" he shivered at the thought, "I can't, Abbs. I can't go through that again."

"You won't," Abby pressed up on her toes to capture his lips in a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close, "you won't lose me, I promise."

"I can't." He kissed her back, pouring everything he could into the kiss so that she would hopefully understand everything that he was trying to convey to her.

As he kissed her, Abby reached for his belt and tugged him backward toward her bedroom, working his shirt out of his pants as they moved. Once they were in her room, she managed to push and pull his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside before working on his pants.

Gibbs' hands weren't idle, and Abby found herself in substantially less clothes than Gibbs in just minutes. She pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of him. She pressed a gentle kiss to his knee as she untied his shoes and slipped them off his feet, followed by his socks, pants and boxers.

He watched with hooded eyes as she showered every inch of his knees and thighs with attention. She rubbed her cheek against his thigh, and glanced up at him with a loving smile when he reached out to brush his fingers across her cheek. She nipped gently at his fingertips and then refocused her attention on his thighs. She encouraged him to sit closer to the edge of the bed, as she nudged his legs apart to give herself room. He was half hard already and she hadn't touched him yet. But that's how it had been with them the past week or so. Even the promise of the others touch had their bodies thrumming with excitement.

She pressed her tongue to the slit on the tip of his dick and grinned at the groan it pulled from him. She slipped her lips around him and glanced up to meet his eyes. His lids were heavy and his mouth was slack, his heavy breaths making his chest rise and fall rapidly. "God Abbs…" She always looked so devilish, as though she knew he was removing his brain through his dick, but all he could do was watch and try not to be forceful as his hips thrust forward a bit.

Every time the tip of his dick nudged the back of her throat, Gibbs was certain he was about to lose his grip on holding off on his orgasm. "You've gotta stop, Abby, I can't…" he nudged the back of her throat again and tossed his head back as he gritted his teeth. "Abby!" he strained.

Abby pulled away and nuzzled against his thigh to catch her breath.

"My turn to return the favor," he motioned for her to move up onto the bed with him. Leaning over her, he kissed her until she was writhing under him, waiting for his touch. "Haven't even touched you yet, look like you're about to fall apart," his smirk was almost irritating.

"Gibbs," she warned, "I can finish this part alone if you don't do something." She pushed her hand down over her stomach and between her thighs.

"I don't think so," Gibbs grabbed her wrists and pushed them up above her head as he leaned forward to nibble at her breasts. Eventually he let go, so he could move down over her stomach, over her hips and finally to nip at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"Come on, Gibbs… I didn't make you wait!" She pushed her fingers through his hair and scratched her fingers lightly along his scalp, making them both shiver. She cried out as soon as he covered her wet heat with his mouth. He teased her gently with his tongue, letting her soft moans guide his actions. He was impatient though, trying to bring her close to an orgasm quickly before scraping his teeth lightly over her clit and then moving his attention to the small bat-shaped tattoo over her hip. He traced the tattoo with is tongue and then moved back up her body for a kiss.

He pulled away and moved up to sit against the headboard of her bed and then beckoned her over. He helped her to straddle his hips and guided her down over him. He loved being able to hold her as she ground her hips down against his.

"God, you feel so good," she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his as she rocked back and forth. She knew she was taking the easy route, her steady movements pushing her closer and closer to release. She pulled away and pressed her face to his neck as he gripped her hips and helped to rock her fasted, harder.

"Touch yourself, Abbs…" he whispered and nuzzled against her ear. Their current position wasn't quite enough to get him off, but he was nearing the point where he just wanted to flip her over and take what he needed.

She gripped his shoulders tighter and nipped at his neck. "I want you to touch me, please."

Gibbs could never refuse a request like that. He wrapped one arm tighter around her, while his other hand slipped between them, his fingers seeking her clit. She was crying out, her body jerking against his, within minutes. His continued brushes over her sensitive nub, kept her in a breathless state as her body rode wave after wave of pleasure. "Gibbs…"

When she eventually relaxed against him, he ran his hands up and down her legs, and whispered soothing reassurances in her ear. He was still hard, almost painfully so, but he cherished these quiet moments where he felt so connected to her.

Eventually she pulled herself and managed to maneuver them further down the bed. Rolling them over, she pulled Gibbs over her, giving him the change to take what he needed.

Sitting back on his heels, Gibbs gripped her hips and slipped a pillow under her to get her at the perfect position. He thrust into her slowly at first, his eyes clouded with lust as he watched her writhe and moan in front of him. She clenched around him and he tossed his head back with a groan, "that's it, Abbs…" he pushed into her again, and again before his hips stilled and he came with a growl.

Abby reached out for him, and he fell forward, covering her body with his. Wrapping himself around her, Gibbs nuzzled against her neck and dropped several kisses over her neck, shoulder and jaw, eventually tilting her mouth towards his and nipping her lower lip.

They lay together for nearly a half an hour before Gibbs finally spoke. "Let's go home, Abbs."

"I think I want to stay here." The moment the words were out and Gibbs stiffened, she knew he had taken in the wrong way. "Gibbs…"

"I should get going," Gibbs pressed one more kiss to her shoulder and then swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"Gibbs, no… don't leave, not like this. I just… I want to spend more time in my apartment, I… Gibbs!"

Gibbs wasn't sure if he could explain the hurt he felt. He was glad he hadn't asked her to move in yet, because he was fairly certain now that she wasn't interested. "It's okay, I've got stuff to get done." He pulled his pants on and then his shirt before sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on his socks and shoes.

"Don't be mad, Gibbs."

"I'm not, call me when you get a chance." She was hugging him from behind as he tied his shoes.

"Gibbs…"

He turned and kissed her one last time and then got up and headed out. Abby slipped on a pair of sweats and t-shirt and followed him to the front door, unsure of how to make things better. "Gibbs, I just need a little time here, that's all."

"Take all the time you need." He looked her over one last time, fought the urge to kiss her again and then left. He felt uneasy leaving her like this, but she clearly wasn't as ready for their relationship the way he was. There was nothing he could do but let her figure things out on her own.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Abby wanted to kick herself. She knew he had been through a rough time the past few weeks – first thinking she was dead, then having her not remember. His countless nightmares had him almost depending on her nearness in a way she could never remember him having done before. Every time he looked at her, she could see the residual pain in his eyes that only ever disappeared for a few brief moments when the rest of the world disappeared and it was just them. She felt guilty having put him through so much and she understood how Rex was a threat to him, despite her telling him otherwise. She never meant to upset him, but it was the first time she'd had any time alone for any substantial amount of time. She just wanted to see her things, flip through photos and try and piece back the last few missing pieces of her memories.

She felt lost, unsure of how to proceed in maintaining her relationship with Gibbs and still fulfilling her need for quiet time. She had no intention of staying at her apartment, so long as he didn't mind her moving in. She didn't think he would mind, but he'd made no mention of permanently changing her residence to his place. She figured it was his way of not pushing her, though she was planning to ask in the next few days how he saw things going. She figured a few more hours and she would head over and sort things out for good.

She startled at the soft knock at the door. Maybe she wouldn't have to wait to sort things out after all.

"Gibbs, I don't think you understand-" Abby pulled the door open and felt her heart sink. "Rex?"

"I saw him leave, Addy. It's our perfect time to get away."

TBC… ;)