A huge thank you goes to finlaure, for taking the time to beta.

You guys must so-not-like-me-anymore by now, there will be more smut as the story continues but for now we are focusing a little on the danger Abby is in...

For those who like my smut, I'm working on one story for my 'fantasies- series'. Patience.

Since two stories don't make a series I'm open for some ideas. Don't be shy, I don't bite. (I just nibble a little).

Thank you guys! And a quick sorry for not posting sooner, I had some ffn issues.

ENJOY!

-14-

Almost one and a half week passed and nothing happened.

Not nothing, the only thing that happened was the fact that they could rule out the fire at Abby's complex as directed to her.

It had turned out that the owner had a huge gambling problem and needed money to pay his depts. Before he could be arrested he had committed suicide, leaving a note with an explanation and a sorry.

To Abby's dismay NOTHING else happened. During the working hours an Agent was constantly at her side except the few minutes she hid in the women's restroom, when it became too much to bear being watched.

During the nights Gibbs showed an impressive amount of self-control.

God that man had an endless source of self-discipline and Abs sooo hated him for that.

How could he not be affected by their closeness while she was going insane?

Abby had to find some kind of relief, usually in the shower before she snuggled up against the man that caused her misery.

Okay, maybe he was affected as well, the scientist thought while thinking back to the very grumpy Gibbs the team had to face the last couple of days, happy she usually didn't get on his bad side.

More than once a back of the head rubbing Tony appeared with a Caf!Pow in his hand next to Abby, asking for results on the other case they were working on.

Gibbs hadn't been happy about the order to work another case as long as they didn't find another lead increasing his grumpy-mode only more.

Abby thanked god that he was way less grumpy than at work.

The return of their grumpy boss wasn't the only change.

The other changes were subtle and not noticed by the rest of the team though, mainly because it was the change that happened at Gibbs house.

Over the course of a week Gibbs' house changed into a home.

It began with the black woolen blanket, which never made it into the box with the washed bedclothes. Instead it went straight to his couch, followed by two small black pillows a day later.

Jethro didn't mind.

The day after that, a CD-player appeared out of nowhere, on his living room shelve.

With a smile unseen by Abby he had went to the kitchen to prepare the dinner. He was glad that she had started to get comfortable.

The next change followed two days later in the bedroom. After locking up the doors and checking the windows Gibbs had entered the bedroom to find that Abby had exchanged her black bedside table lamp against his.

When he showed her his lopsided grin and a short nod, the beautiful black-haired woman on his bed let out the breath she had been holding ever since he had stepped into the room.

Two days later it was him who decided it was time for another change, when Abby had reappeared out of the bathroom with only a black huge bath towel around her body Gibbs already had started to put her cloth into the free spaces of his chest of drawers and the wardrobe.

"Gibbs?" Her was had been soft and questioning.

Then he had looked up from the task at hand to glance at her.

Sighing inwardly as the sight in front of him met his eyes. He tried to ignore the damp hair that was stubbornly clinging at her shoulders, the Goosebumps that started to raise on her skin when the soft breeze entered the room through the open window and how kissable the skin of her neck looked right that moment. Instead he focused on bringing his mouth to speak.

"Your clothes just wrinkles when it stays in those boxes, and here is enough room."

Abby decided not to comment, instead she crossed the room to where Gibbs was bent over the clothes basket to take the thong he just had been about to put in one of the drawers from his hand, while kissing his lips. After letting her tongue trace his bottom lip she got a hold of the matching bra from the basket and left him alone in the bedroom to put some clothes on.

Then and there he promised himself she would pay for her teasing once this was over.

Two days had passed since Abby's clothes found their home next to his.

Two days in which she had been desperate to get a reaction out of Gibbs other than the heated kisses they shared at times. The Goth was still deep in thought, when Gibbs drove off for some grocery shopping and Ziva settled on the couch next to her. Sighing softly Abby promised herself that she would get what she wanted and needed by the end of the week, finally looking at her friend.

Time to focus on gossiping over the men in their lives.

First they chatted about Jimmy then Tim and eventually Abby changed the topic toward the very special right hand of Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"So how is it going with Tony?"

The brunette agent tried to keep a neutral face but looked more like a deer caught in headlights. Not answering the newly American citizen stared at her friend.

"What do you mean?" Innocence.

"Oh please, I saw you two kiss." Teasing.

That got Ziva's attention.

"Don't worry, no one else saw you but you should look for another place than the evidence garage."

Before Ziva got the chance to say something the front door opened and Gibbs entered the house with two paper bags in his hand.

A slightly nervous Ziva stared at Abby; aware that the Goth would continue with her interrogation once she got the chance Ziva obviously decided that retreat was the best choice at the moment.

The Israeli excused herself not much later and left the two alone.

Abby grinned at the place Ziva stood a second ago, before she went into the kitchen.

As soon as the door fell shut two pale, slender hands came to rest on Gibbs' stomach.

He could feel Abby's front pressed against his back and sighed.

Turning in her embrace he pulled her closer, brought his lips to hers for a deep, tender and loving kiss.

While his one hand was resting against her neck, the other one somehow ended up under her shirt, caressing her side. His thumb drew circles on her skin as both got lost in the kiss.

The moan that left Abby's lips was like a cold shower for the special agent who slowed down the kiss before he stopped the tender teasing altogether.

"That is not a good idea."

She let her forehead come to rest on against his shoulder.

"I was afraid you would say that."

Abby stepped out of his embrace and turned to the paper bag.

"Why don't you work off some of the tension downstairs, while I do the same with cooking and cleaning here or whatever I can think of?"

"You don't mind?"

"I actually insist that you go, or else you can file a claim for sexual harassment." Abby said only half joking.

One last peck to the forehead and he filled a cup with coffee and left her alone in the kitchen.

The bought groceries were at their place in a matter of minutes leaving Abby again with nothing to do. No evidence in sight when you need something to process. Why didn't we get another case?

Not that she wanted someone to get hurt in order to get some work but since she was doomed to stay under surveillance she wasn't in the mood to get out with friends. Gibbs wasn't the socializing type and to be honest she didn't want her none-work-related-friends to meet him just yet. The interrogation of them will be embarrassing enough when they find out they finally were an item. Besides all of her friends were working.

Looking around, Abs decided it was time to water the plants starting with the herb garden she planted in the plant pot which had now a home on Gibbs' porch.

She knew there would be no danger; two agents were in a car parked on the street. After that she would try to concentrate on rereading the paper she had written the previous week and if that wouldn't help she would go upstairs, to lock herself into the bathroom taking care of things herself, yet again.

With the watering can in hand she opened the front door, went for the plant pot and poured the translucent liquid over the slowly growing herbs.

When she turned to go back inside she noticed the grocery bag next to the entry.

Even Gibbs could forget something.

Grinning to herself she reentered the house, placed the bag on the kitchen table and began to empty the various items onto the wooden surface.

Yummy, chocolate.

With a smile on her face Abby decided that chocolate was now the next best thing compared to being entwined with Gibbs in bed, not as much fun but at least to an extant satisfying.

Before she walked to her small CD-player to switch it on, she took a bite of the saccharine-base food into her mouth.

So, surprised by the outcome of the fire? But what will happen next? Let me know what you think!