Drive me crazy 2

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TWO

Why does it feel so good to be in his arms, to feel him so close? Abby wondered as she sat on the couch waiting for Gibbs.. He settled down next her. Taking a sip of his beer, he closed his eyes, as he leaned backwards against the back of the couch, savoring the sensation of the cold, lightly bitter liquid sliding down his throat.

Abby couldn't help but look at him; she was practically drinking him in with her eyes. God… why did he have to look so hot? She thought and, she felt that warm ticklish feeling coming up inside her again. It came out of nowhere as usual. It started in the pit of her stomach and gradually spread through her entire body. She never felt cold when he was around.

Remembering the events of the afternoon, she felt a jolt of fear run down her spine but it vanished almost as fast as it came. She'd been really close to dying; if it hadn't been for Gibbs, she probably wouldn't be here, staring at her boss as if he were the straw in her beloved Caff-pow. All she needed to do to have it was suck on it. God, Abby! Stop these damn naughty thoughts of yours.

Gibbs had gotten her out of that devil's car. And she'd felt so safe in his arms. The memory made Abby trembled slightly.

Gibbs who, had opened his eyes now, was watching her, immediately saw that her body was shaking.

"Abby, you ok?" Gibbs asked her, concern evident in his voice.

At his question, Abby averted his eyes, and told him, "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just that apparently my body reacted to the memory of what happened. I'm lucky you came down to see what found on the case, otherwise…" Her voice cracked.

At her words, he felt a wave a anger toward McGee, he should have been more careful, pay more attention to Abby even if he couldn't be responsible for the car had trapped Abby. He should have been more alert, someone had already died in the car. He also couldn't help but think that she looked so… beautiful like this, with her hair cascading down her shoulders.

This is great, Abbs,—you're not afraid of death, you're a Goth, you don't care about what others might think of you, but you are terrified by what had happened, this afternoon. That doesn't make any sense at all. Or was it something else? Was it the fact that if he hadn't come down, you might have died, which would have meant that you wouldn't have seen him anymore? You would have lost the chance to tell him how much you love him.

This man sitting next to her. The man that owned the piercing blue gaze, she loved so much that haunted every night, when she dreamed of him. Those icy blue pools where she secretly lost herself in each time, she looked in them. The azure color she missed every time he was in the field. Eyes that reassured her so easily. They were so expressive too. It felt as if he could see right through her when he looked at her.

"Abby?" he called her.

"Mmm?"

"On which planet were you?"

"What? Why are you asking me this?"

"Abby, you were definitely miles away from here…" he said, as he smirked.

Abby couldn't help but laugh. He'd just asked her the same questions she had, when he was lost in his thoughts.

"Care to talk about it?"

She looked at him, and he could see tears brimming in her wonderful green eyes. "Could you just hold me, please?" She asked him in a broken voice.

He question surprised him a little but, Gibbs set his beer bottle on the coffee table, and moved closer to her, opened his arms. Abby immediately cuddled against him. "I'm here, honey, you're safe now." He told her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Abby slid her arms around him as best as she could, holding on to him tightly. In some way, she thought that if she held him, he wouldn't disappear out of her life. It suddenly drowned to Abby then. Losing him was one of her biggest fears if not the biggest one

"Honey, tell me what's wrong," he asked her in a soft voice.

Disentangling herself a bit from his embrace, she pulled back, just enough so she could look in his eyes through her tears. Abby cocked her head to the side and her long black hair cascaded to her right side.

"I'll tell you on one condition."

A smile drew itself on his lips. "And that condition would be?"

"That you tell me what was on your mind earlier, Gibbs, though I already have a pretty good guess of what it is about."

Gibbs looked at her intently and sighed. He had every right and reason not to tell her what he'd been thinking about earlier, but decided to give in to her request.

"All right then."

Abby looked elsewhere at first, suddenly feeling ashamed. Since when was she incapable of sharing something with Gibbs? But then again, she'd never talked to him about Michael Mawher. And he ended up stalking her. All Gibbs had done was ask her why she hadn't come to him, but that was it, and he took care of it has he always had done for her, he had been there for her as always. Focusing her eyes on him again, she took a deep breath before she told him what was going on in her mind. "I was thinking that I am pretty lucky to know you. You've always been there for me. You've always protected me, Gibbs. And you saved me today." Her voice shook as tears rolled down her cheeks.

His heart ached. Gibbs hated seeing her like this.

"I live to protect and take care of you, Abbs."

TBC..

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