I know people are getting frustrated with Hollis and are wondering why Abby hasn't put her in her place yet… it's because it won't work for my story at this point. But have no fear… I mean, it's not like I killed off Gibbs. Not yet ;) *skips off with evil hat*

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Gibbs woke early on Tuesday morning, the name Nasser Sharif haunting his dreams. They hadn't crossed paths during the BZ gas case, and his name had never come up before, but now that it had, and with all the evidence beginning to point towards him, Gibbs was sure they would meet soon. He was certain they would.

As soon as his name had rolled off Hollis' tongue the night before he could feel the anger building in the pit of his stomach.

"You couldn't have called to share that?" Abby had interrupted.

"I was on the way to my hotel and it was on the way." Hollis turned to look at Gibbs. "And I wanted to know if you remember having come across his name before?"

Gibbs wracked his brain. He couldn't think of anything. He paced the kitchen trying to remember having ever heard the name before. His fists were balled up and if it wouldn't have frightened Abby, he would've put his fist through the wall.

"Relax Jethro, I didn't think you'd heard of him before, but I just wanted to be sure." Hollis had stepped forward and place a hand on his shoulder.

Abby watched as Hollis stepped forward to touch Gibbs. He didn't step away, but he didn't lean into it either. It was almost as if he hadn't noticed.

Eventually he moved away, pacing the kitchen again. Who was this bastard? Gibbs tried to remind himself of how lucky he'd been. If he'd been going a little faster, swerved a little later – he could've added Abby to the list of women he'd truly loved and lost. He knew he couldn't go through that again. If they had had to bury Abby they would've had to bury him as well. It had been too late when he went after the man who had killed his wife and daughter. Nasser Sharif wouldn't be so lucky.

He was so focused he didn't hear Abby when she quietly whispered goodnight, and he barely noticed when she kissed his cheek as she walked by.

He eventually looked up, having forgotten that Hollis was still there, to see her with a glass of water in her out-stretched hand. "Here, you look like you could use this."

He mumbled a 'thanks' and took a long drink before setting the glass in the sink. Hollis eventually excused herself. Gibbs followed her to the door; thanked her for stopping by and then locked up behind her.

He climbed the stairs slowly, took care of his needs in the bathroom and then pulled back the covers on the bed. The house was warm, but the thoughts of losing Abby still haunted him, causing him to shiver. He wasn't sure if she was still awake or not, but she moved towards him easily when he pulled her close for warmth and comfort.

He allowed himself a few minutes to enjoy the warmth of Abby's body cuddled up to his before getting up. He was still sore from surgery and her warmth soothed his aches and pains.

He eventually slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Abby in the process. He started coffee before returning upstairs to shower.

Abby was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed when he finished in the bathroom. He walked over to her as he pulled a white undershirt over his head. Leaning forward, he kissed the top of her head. "Go back to sleep, Abbs. It's early still."

Abby shook her head and looked up so that his next kiss landed on her lips. "I'm going with you today."

Gibbs started to protest, but cut himself off. He knew he would be bored out of his mind if he had to be stuck home, and maybe Abby could run a few searches on the upstairs computers. "Alright."

Waiting as patiently as he could, Gibbs drank a cup of coffee while Abby showered and dressed. Her normal short skirt had been replaced with tight plaid pants and a white button up shirt. With her hair secured in her trademark pigtails, Abby joined Gibbs by the front window to wait for Tony to pick them up.

Tony wasn't all that surprised to see Abby ready to go in with them that morning. He was surprised she had stayed home for a few days. They watched as security entered the house to wait until Gibbs and Abby returned home that evening.

Ziva and McGee were both at their desks when the three exited the elevator, and Hollis was sitting casually at Gibb's desk. Gibbs didn't seem to notice, or care that she was parked in his chair, and rather than say anything, he just moved around his desk, waited for her to move and sat down.

His eyes were trained on the computer screen as he brought up all the information that he already had. With his focus back on the case, he missed the scowl on Abby's face. Normally, anyone but her at Gibbs desk was likely to receive a momentarily paralyzing head-slap.

Tony did notice and directed Abby towards the back elevators and down to autopsy. Ducky wasn't in yet, so reluctantly Tony brought her back up to the squad room. The rounded the corner and Tony was almost ready to head-slap the boss… almost. Hollis had pulled up a chair beside Gibbs and they were both focused on the computer screen. Although Gibbs expression was that of stone, Hollis seemed to have a slight smirk on her face and she leaned closer to point to a figure on the screen.

"You know, if we could just figure out what these numbers mean…" Hollis' smirk turned to a slight frown before smiling again. "Why don't I call Conner up and he can take a look."

Abby cringed. She'd been so caught up with her dislike of Hollis she'd forgotten about her replacement. She watched as Hollis picked up Gibbs' phone and dialed the lab. It didn't take long for Conner to come scurrying around the corner, nearly knocking Abby over if it hadn't been for Tony's quick reflexes.

Tony gave Conner his own version of the Gibbs death glare, but it went unnoticed.

A copy of the paper with several long strings of numbers was posted on the plasma and the entire group moved in for a better look. Abby moved to Gibbs' side and he automatically put his arm around her.

"These were taken from a security deposit box under Nasser Sharif's name. We don't know if they are case related, but…" Hollis explained.

Conner made various 'ums' and 'uhhs' while everyone stared at the screen. Suddenly something clicked for Abby and she pushed through the group of people to stand in the front. "Those are various latitude and longitude locations." Abby moved to McGee's desk and typed in various numbers from the screen. She frowned as the various locations popped up on the map.

Gibbs and Abby's house.

NCIS.

Gibbs' favorite coffee shop down the street.

The cemetery where Shannon and Kelly were buried.

"He's been keeping track of where I've been…." Gibbs backed away from the screen and went back to his desk. "You have an hour to find me his location. Move! That's good work, Abby."

Abby enjoyed her moment of praise and moved from McGee's desk to let him sit.

Everyone scurried into various directions. It took Hollis less than four minutes to produce an address of Nasser's last known whereabouts. Abby assumed she'd had it for awhile, but with the lack of official evidence, there was no way they could legally bring him in.

Before Abby could sound a protest, Gibbs was digging his gun and badge from the desk drawer and ushering both his team and Hollis' towards the elevator, nearly running Ducky over in the process. She expected Hollis to protest, but the look on her face told Abby that she was excited to be in the field with Gibbs again. She watched as Gibbs' hand moved to Hollis' back as he guided her into the elevator before stepping in himself. It took everything she had not to scream when Hollis seemed to relax into his touch.

"Someone is in a hurry." Ducky commented once the doors closed as he passed through towards the back elevators.

Abby shrugged off his general comment and continued to stare at the elevator doors. "She wants him."

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TBC…