Part Thirteen
He stood at the window, watching as her car pulled up outside the apartment block. He watched her struggle with her car door in the wind that had picked up over the course of the afternoon and wondered if he should go downstairs and offer to help.
Seeing her manage after a few moments, he decided to stay where he was; his vantage point was good and the view wasn't one he'd complain about, either, not when she leaned over to grab the shopping bags from the backseat of the car.
He watched her juggle her purse with the bags and car keys in her hand, enjoying the look of frustrated concentration that crossed over her face. She'd taken her hair out if the pigtails it'd been in when he'd seen her earlier, he noted, and he thought it suited her. The wind whipped her black hair around her face, giving her a look of wild beauty and, for a moment, he imagined her hair falling around her shoulders as she straddled him, her green eyes locked on his, her lips curved up in a seductive smile.
Shaking himself from his fantasy, he realised with a wave of disappointment that he'd missed her walking into the building. Scanning the now empty street with a sigh, he took a step back from the window, letting the heavy blackout curtains fall back into place.
Drew walked through his apartment, imagining her in the apartment below. He pictured her walking through the front door, dropping her bags on the floor. He imagined her shrugging out of her coat and leaving it – draped over a chair, maybe? Or on the couch like he would? – before walking through to the bedroom.
Following her movements in his head, he walked into his own bedroom, picturing her there. He sat down on the edge of the bed and imagined her taking off her clothes, starting with the top button of the shirt she'd chosen to wear that morning and working her way down, her fingers grazing the skin of her chest and stomach.
Lying back on the bed as his body began to stir, he stared at the ceiling and continued to picture the scene he was convinced was taking place in the apartment below. He managed to keep his hands behind his head until his imagination provided a glorious image of her in nothing but her underwear – matching, he thought, the kind of thing he'd watched her look at in the lingerie store that afternoon.
It didn't take long for him to fall over the edge, his mind replacing his hands with hers as he took himself to the brink of orgasm and over it, her name a harsh cry from his lips.
His heart still racing in his chest, he wiped his hands on his pants, reluctant to get up and leave his daydream behind. Instead, he kept his eyes closed and imagined she was lying next to him, her body warm and soft as she wrapped herself around him.
Mikel had good taste, Drew thought with a dreamy smile. He waited for the familiar stirrings of guilt at the thought of his friend, sighing deeply at the thought of having betrayed Mikel by falling for the woman he was supposed to be watching *for* him.
It was his own fault, Drew told himself. Mikel was the one who'd talked about her non-stop for almost five years. He was the one who wouldn't stop extolling her virtues, describing her in such vivid detail Drew had begun to feel for her himself. He'd always told himself that when he met her, the reality wouldn't meet up with the ideal he'd created in his mind and he'd have no problem stepping aside to let Mikel take his place at her side.
But then he'd met her. Only the once, and even then just for a few seconds. He'd followed her from the Navy Yard after helping Doyle get onto it, his official job being to make sure she didn't go back to her lab early. He hadn't known why at the time, but he knew now it was so the other man could place a doctored Caf-Pow in her lab as a supposed gift from one of her colleagues – something he'd never have agreed to, had Doyle told him what was happening before doing it.
He'd watched her order a strong, black coffee and a Caf-Pow, and fallen in love with the smile she'd given the barista in thanks. He'd panicked when the order had been put together quickly – he was sure the guy behind the counter must've had a crush on her to get it done so fast – and had done the only thing he could think of to delay her return to NCIS Headquarters: he purposely collided with her as she walked to the door.
Drew vividly remembered the feel of her body against his in those moments, how soft and warm she'd felt against him. He'd reached out to steady her and found himself pulling her closer before he realised what he was doing and forced himself to stop. He remembered the startled look on her face, how those green eyes of hers had widened and her lips – painted a dark red that day – had parted in surprise.
She'd looked beautiful.
Added to that was the scent of her, intoxicating and unique. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, exactly, but he remembered inhaling deeply and wishing he didn't have to let her go.
He'd fallen hard that day, and had spent every day ever since thinking about her in ways that would drive Mikel crazy.
In ways that drove *him* crazy.
He told himself he should enjoy the time he had with her, before Mikel was out. He should take advantage of the fact he was the only one in her life at the moment and that was what he was determined to. He had no other reason to follow her now, not with Doyle... Well, Doyle had paid for his part in making her ill; Drew had made sure of that.
Following her, watching her... It was an addiction, he realised, one he wasn't sure he wanted to be cured of.
After a few more moments of lying there, thinking about her, Drew pushed himself up off the bed and headed to the bathroom to clear up. He had to be ready, he reminded himself, he had work to finish.
She heard Jethro the dog barking as soon as she got out of her car and smiled to herself at his enthusiastic greeting. Hopefully, Abby thought to herself, the man he was named after would give her an enthusiastic welcome, too.
After deliberating in front of the full length mirror in her apartment for a while, Abby had decided to save the nightdress for another time and instead had donned the underwear set she'd bought. She'd covered them with a short black dress she'd bought years ago for her birthday as a treat for herself and teamed it up with knee high boots with a slender heel that she never usually wore to work. Heels and lab work, she'd learned a long time ago, weren't a good combination for happy feet at the end of the day.
The cool air made her shiver as she made the way from her car to the front door, which opened for her just seconds before she could reach for the handle.
"Hey." Gibbs gave her a warm smile in welcome and stepped back to let her enter. She didn't miss the way his eyes passed over her as she brushed by him and allowed herself a small smirk at how he'd react if he knew what she was hiding not only underneath the long, full-length coat but the short dress beneath it, too.
"Hey, yourself." She leaned down to stroke Jethro behind the ears, smiling when the dog leaned against her legs and stared up at her through adoring dark eyes. "And hello to you, too, Jethro." She stroked the dog for a few more moments before looking up into Gibbs' smiling eyes. "What?"
Gibbs shrugged. "Just wondering if you came over to see me or the dog?"
"Can't I say both?" Abby gave Jethro one final scratch before standing up. "Besides, I don't get to see Jethro often. I don't get to visit as much when he's with McGee."
"McGee still have a thing for you?" He stood a little straighter, his eyes tracking her every move as she began to unbutton her long coat. "Or...?"
"Or do I still have a thing for McGee? Really? You're seriously asking me that?" She rolled her eyes and continued unfastening the coat, taking small steps towards him as she went. "Neither. I think he has a crush on the new girl in accounts and I've got you. It's just a little strange, sometimes, spending time with him alone outside of work with all the history between us." Unfastening the last button, she shrugged out of her coat and let it pool at her feet. "Now do you really want to talk about McGee or...?"
His eyes roamed over her, darkening as he studied her. From the front fastenings of her dress to the creamy flesh on display between the ending of the skirt and the beginning of her leather boots to the pointed toe and high, thin heels. "McGee who?"
Laughing, she lifted her arms and settled them around his neck, taking one final step up to him, her body brushing against his. Tilting her face slightly, she kissed him softly, her lips curving up against his when he moved his hands, one resting on her hip while the other settled firmly against her back, pressing her closer.
He let her deepen the kiss but spun them around, using his weight to pin her to the wall. He slipped one knee between her thighs and was rewarded with a soft sigh of approval as her hands moved from his neck to slide over his shoulders, down his back before her fingers moved deftly to the front fastening of his pants.
Drawing back when he felt her cool fingertips against his skin above the waistband of his pants, Gibbs took a moment to catch his breath, dropping his head to her shoulder, nuzzling the skin of her neck before lifting his head to catch her eye. "Thought you were coming over for dinner, Abby?"
Her smile was nothing short of seductive, her green eyes dark and her voice huskier than normal. "I thought we could maybe try a little dessert first? Only if you're feeling up to it...?"
The look on his face suggested he was and Abby couldn't help but laugh when he stepped away only to grab her by the hand and pull her with him towards the stairs, pausing only to make sure the front door was locked.
The dog watched them go before curling up on the coat Abby had left behind, falling asleep surrounded by the scent of one of his favourite people.
His hands undressed her slowly, lingering against her skin. His mouth teased and tasted, returning every so often to her own to swallow her sighs and moans of pleasure.
He watched them from the car parked across the street, forgetting about the cold night as anger caused his blood to heat.
When Gibbs lowered her onto the bed, out of his view, Drew hit the steering wheel and swore viciously.
She wasn't *his* to touch or please. She wasn't *his* to love and worship.
Unable to take it anymore, he turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine, the car tires screeching against the tarmac of the road as he drove away. He ground his teeth together and tightened his hands on the wheel.
It wasn't her fault, he knew. There'd be a reason she was sleeping with her boss. Maybe he'd blackmailed her over a mistake she'd made at work – no, that wasn't right. Abby was good at her job, she wouldn't make a mistake. Maybe... Maybe he'd told her she'd be out of a job if she didn't. That made more sense. Abby, Drew knew, was a workaholic. Mikel had told him that, and he'd seen it firsthand himself. So that must be the reason she was over at her boss's house, letting him touch her, letting him...
A noise escaped his throat, a sound caught between a growl and a scream.
He kept driving, resisting the urge to turn the car around and go back. There'd be time to save her later, he told himself firmly, time to make everything right... later.
Waking up together was a new experience, and not unpleasant at all. Abby stirred reluctantly, not wanting to wake up but forced to when the rational side of her mind reminded her she needed to go home and change her clothes before heading on to the Navy Yard.
She lifted her head from where it had been resting against his shoulder, a pretty blush spreading across her face when she noticed he was already awake and watching her.
"Morning," she greeted him with a sleepy smile, resting her hand against his chest over his heart as she leaned up to kiss him.
He kissed her back sweetly, with less of the urgency they'd shared the night before but just as much tenderness. "Morning."
She shifted to lie down on her side next to him, her hair spilling out across the pillow they shared as she gazed at him, smiling when he turned to face her, lifting a hand to touch her cheek. "I don't want to go," she confessed, leaning into his palm. "Times like this I wish we had normal nine-to-five jobs so we could just call in sick and spend the day like this."
"It'd be nice," he admitted softly, staring at her intently as though he were memorising everything about her.
It was the way he'd looked at her the night before, too, Abby recalled, her blush darkening. Like he wanted to commit every inch of her to memory, like he wanted to touch and taste every part of her and leave nothing unexplored. "I should get up. I've got to go home and change..."
He glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock before looking back at her. He moved swiftly, covering the gap between them and rolling her underneath him, propping himself up on his elbows either side of her. "You've got an overnight bag in your car, right?"
Nodding after a moment, remembering the emergency supply of clothes she kept in her trunk for occasions when they had to pull overnighters at work, Abby felt the beginnings of a smile play about on her lips. "I do..."
"And I've got a shower..." Gibbs murmured against her mouth. "I'd be happy to share it..."
Abby smiled and wound her arms around his neck. "Very generous of you, Agent Gibbs."
"I'm a generous kind of guy," he replied solemnly. Her giggle was muffled by his lips pressing against hers once more as he set about showing her just how generous he could be.