Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry it's taken so long… it isn't even that long of a chapter (the next will, I promise). RL has just been bordering on crazy and yeah. Anyway, here it is. Hope you enjoy. And thanks for the random notes/pokes/pm's urging me to get crackin'. They've helped!

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Abby stepped in through the front door and dropped her bag. Security had been notified that the case was closed and that they were no longer needed to stand guard outside Gibbs' home. They hadn't stayed long at the office. Vance had given them the following day off, and with Ed Grumby dead, they could write up their final report after the weekend. She set her bag on the entry table and took a deep breath. It was good to be home – the stress of the case over, Hollis out of their lives; Abby felt the weight of the past few weeks start to lift.

Gibbs wasn't far behind and nearly ran into her when she stopped in the center of the entry way. "Good to be home?"

Abby sighed and turned around. "Yeah. I'm just so… so done with everything, you know?" Worry flickered across Gibbs' face, so Abby continued. "Not done with you, silly." Abby wrapped her arms around his neck. "Never done with you."

"Good." He kissed her forehead, her nose and then her lips. "Dinner?"

"I'm not…" Abby laughed at the sound of Gibbs' stomach growling. "Hungry. But you go ahead."

Gibbs tried to pull her towards the kitchen, but Abby resisted. "I'm just going upstairs for a bit. I'll be down soon."

Gibbs nodded. Sometimes, when the day had been rough, Abby would go lay upstairs in the dark for a bit and rest. He had his boat, and she had the dark.

Gibbs waited until she was up the stairs before heading into the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He ate over the sink, no need to sit if Abby wasn't sitting with him, and gulped down a glass of juice. He cleaned up the few dishes in the sink from, and then wiped the counter. He moved around finding little things to be done, constantly checking the clock, hoping Abby would be back down soon.

Gibbs was just about to give up waiting for her when he heard the stairs creak. He saw, what he assumed was Abby under a pile of comforter, move from the stairs towards the living room. "Abbs?"

"Just getting comfortable."

Gibbs followed the sound of her voice, and found Abby stretched along the sofa under a small mountain of covers. "Room for two under there, or is it a private party."

Abby's bright eyes sparkled up at him. "Well, I'd say room for two, but I could always have a private party…" Gibbs watched as her hand ducked under the covers.

Gibbs grinned. It was the first grin Abby had seen in… she didn't have time to think back how long it had been. Gibbs was over her in a flash, pulling her hands out from under the covers. "I don't think so."

"I may or may not have clothes on under here. You should find out." Abby wiggled and found the edge of the blanket.

Gibbs toed off his shoes and pulled the blanket back. She was wearing one of his old tee's and a pair of his boxers, and as much as he loved to see her naked, the sight of her in his well worn clothes was something he never thought he'd get used too. He thought it was sexy as hell.

Gibbs reached out a hand and pulled her out of the pile of blankets. Abby waited patiently as he took her spot. Once he was comfortable, he reached out to her.

Abby hesitated only to smile before sinking against his chest and pulling the fluffy blanket over them both. She propped up her elbows in his chest and looked down at him. "I missed this," she sighed, "but I missed you more."

"I know." Gibbs tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before sliding his hand to her neck, pulling her down for a kiss.

Abby pulled the comforter over their heads and giggled when Gibbs nipped at her lower lip. She pulled back and smiled at him through the shadows created by the blanket over them. Gibbs returned her smile with his own lop-sided grin before pulling her into a second kiss. She flattened against him, both hands cupping his cheeks, then fingered through his hair before settling on his shoulders.

Gibbs let out an involuntary groan as he felt himself start to become aroused. Abby was unaware of the fact that she was slowly rocking her hips against his.

Since the crash he had jerked off a few times in the shower, he'd though about Abby while doing so, thinking of all the things she could do to him, but she hadn't been around and due to the case (and his injuries) she'd refused his advances. He knew it was for the best, but…

Abby wriggled her hips until she slid to the side, falling into her favorite couch position – wedged between the back of the couch and his firm body. Gibbs broke their kiss in order to cover her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and then eyelids all with soft kisses. Again he pressed his lips to her. She tasted sweet.

As he continued to kiss the tension from her body, Abby let her hand travel down his chest and settle on his abdominal muscles. Her fingers found their way under his shirt and she traced the lines of muscles definition and circled his belly button. He shivered and then kissed her harder when her nails scratched along the skin bordering the waist band of his pants.

Abby let her hand fall to the evident bulge in his pants. She pressed her palm against him and rubbed gently.

Gibbs tried to be patient, he didn't want to hurry her or push her into going further than she wanted. He wasn't sure if…

She had one of her arms wrapped around his neck, so he felt her fumble with one hand to unbutton and unzip his pants. Reaching with his free hand he opened his pants and guided her hand into his boxers. He hissed at the warmth of her fingers and moved the blanket that was covering their heads; it was a combination of too hot and too little oxygen under the heavy fabric.

He brought his hand back down and his fingers wrapped around Abby's as she stroked him softly. Abby broke their kiss and buried her face against his neck, stifling a giggle at the groan that slipped through his lips.

"God, Abs."

Abby nipped at his throat and then eased the slight pain with a swipe of her tongue. Gibbs arched his hips up, trying to quicken her pace, but Abby had no intention of letting him finish anywhere except buried deep inside of her.

Gibbs kissed her hair and fought back another groan when Abby's hands slid back out from his pants, dragging her nails gently along the sensitive underside of his cock as she did. Shifting his hips towards anything that would create the feeling of her hand stroking him, Gibbs pouted. "Why'd you stop?"

"Because," Abby smiled knowing his pout wouldn't last long. "You can't take me upstairs if my hand is stuck down your pants." She cupped his cheeks in her hands. "As much fun as I know we'd have down here, we're doing this upstairs; in our bed. I've been waiting a long time for this, Gibbs." Abby heard her voice go soft, almost weak. "Make love to me Gibbs. I need you. Please?"

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TBC…

Hah, wouldn't it be funny if he says no…