Thank you so much for all your response! I'll try to be back with one more chapter today to help get this story started, but it depends on what time I get home.

Oh, and I forgot to mention my delightful beta Beth who is the best of the best!

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Vance stayed in the elevator when Gibbs stepped out at the lab. Gibbs tried to wipe the look of irritability off his face, but true to form Abby didn't miss even the slightest hint.

"What wrong?"

"Nothing for you to worry about. You ready to go home?" Gibbs leaned against the door frame and watched as she rummaged around her desk for what she needed to bring with her: phone, keys, and a few other items she tossed into her purse. It hadn't been a particularly hard day, but it had been a long one and he wanted nothing more than to stretch out on the sofa with Abby tucked in against him.

"What is it?" Abby grabbed hold of his hand as they stepped out of the elevator into the parking garage.

"Vance cornered me in the elevator. Asked about us."

"Oh." Abby's shoulder slumped a little and absentmindedly she fiddled with the dog tags hidden under her shirt. They knew their relationship would come out eventually and had talked a bit about the possible consequences, but she hadn't thought the Director would figure out so soon.

"It's alright." Gibbs squeezed her hand. "I think he was more irritated that he had to figure it out on his own more than the actual relationship."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Abby let out a sigh of relief and slid in through the car door that Gibbs held open. Once Gibbs was settled in the driver's seat Abby leaned over the center console to press a quick kiss to his lips. "So since he knows, can I kiss you at work now?"

"Abby…" Gibbs kissed her back. "We still need to keep a low profile. If he thought it was a distraction he could still cause problems for us."

"I know." Abby stuck out her lower lip in a little pout and then smiled. "Well, hurry and get us home so I can give you a proper kiss."

Gibbs dipped his head slightly and smiled. "That I can do."

Abby chattered happily about her day on the ride home. Ducky had invited her to autopsy for a cup of tea at one point and that, she decided, was the highlight of her day. Ducky had been Gibbs longest friend aside from Mike Franks and probably knew him better than anyone, except maybe Abby. They were on pretty equal ground in that respect.

He smiled at the thought of Abby and Ducky deep in conversation. Out of everyone he knew, both Ducky and Abby could ramble the most, even more than DiNozzo, whom he found to be a bit too talkative at times. Both Ducky and Abby had stories that rivaled each other in length, and both were always eager to listen to the other.

Gibbs pulled into his driveway and led Abby by the hand up through the front door. He gave Abby a teasingly quick kiss and then headed up to change from his work clothes while Abby pulled last night's leftovers out of the fridge to heat up.

Abby was standing in front of the microwave when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. "Gibbs…" Abby purred and leaned back into him.

They had talked about her calling him Jethro, and it slipped out occasionally, usually when she was upset about something, but otherwise Abby had said that Gibbs seemed to fit him better, and after 7 plus years of knowing each other, habits were hard to break. She had jokingly asked if she could call him Leroy, and that had earned her a swat on her ass.

His father was the only one that called him Leroy anymore, and if he had it his way, not even his father would call him that, but he wasn't about to ask his father to stop. Not that they talked that often anyway. It had been awhile since that case took them back to Stillwater. He hadn't been back since, but he had spoken to his father over a phone a few times. It was progress, but he felt like he should do more.

Gibbs nibbled gently along the side of her neck, holding her tightly against him. He traced his tongue along the lines of the spider web and smiled when Abby shivered in his arms. The microwave beeped and he pressed one last kiss to her temple before letting her go.

Abby dished up two plates while Gibbs dug silverware out of the drawer. He pulled a beer from the refrigerator. Abby nodded and he grabbed a second, putting them on the table by their usual spots.

They sat at the dining table, eating their dinner and discussed the upcoming bowling tournament with the nuns. Sister Rosita insisted that Jethro bowl on her team once again.

"You know that my team and I will win again."

Gibbs grunted "Uh huh."

"I'm serious Gibbs. But nevertheless I think you should humor Sister Rosita. She doesn't care if she loses, she just wants to bowl with you again. She likes you. I think she likes to admire your… I think she likes to watch you bowl."

"I'll think about it."

"I sort of, maybe, kind of already told them that you would. You know as well as I do that you'll end up saying yes."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"Especially if I promise certain things…" Abby stretched her leg under the table and trailed her big toe up the inside of Gibbs leg, pressing lightly against his groin.

Gibbs tried to suppress a smile and inhaled deeply. "Yes, I'd probably say yes."

Abby dropped her foot and turned her attention back to her dinner. "I know."

They stood together at the sink, Gibbs up to his elbows in suds and Abby standing ready with a dry dishtowel. Gibbs had a dish washer, but unless they didn't have time to do the dishes or if there were a lot of dishes, they always did them by hand.

Once the dishes were finished, Gibbs flicked a little bit of suds at Abby before grabbing a towel to wipe his hands off. "Come on, Miss Sciuto." Gibbs tugged on her hand. "I do believe you've promised me things in bed."

"Why Mr. Gibbs, you just might be right."

Abby let Gibbs lead her towards the stairway up towards their bedroom. Abby giggled the whole way, her giggle turning to a laugh as Gibbs tossed her playfully on to the bed. She might have been the one to promise things in bed, but Gibbs had plans for her.

Abby squealed as Gibbs covered her body with his own.

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TBC…

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