A/N: Hello, everyone. I am finally back with some more for this fic. I wasn't sure if I was going to continue it, but I got a few requests for more chapters and I have fallen down my Tabby hole again, so here I am with some new ideas for them.
The alarm clock blared for about forty seconds before a hand reached over to shut it off. As his eyes slowly blinked open the next day, Tony turned from laying on his side onto his back. Staring up at the ceiling in the bedroom of his own apartment, he thought to himself what an intense, lucid dream that was. The things that his subconscious imagined about Abby while he was asleep made him wonder if he truly was a sleaze and a pervert. The things she did to him in his dream were a bit dirty, even for his own imagination.
He turned his head to look at the clock and sat up with a yawn. He felt like he only slept about three hours and rubbed his eyes before pushing the blanket off of his lap and he stood up with a stretch. After finishing said stretch, his arms fell to his sides and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He couldn't exactly remember how he had gotten home the night before or even WHEN he had gotten home. He shrugged it off and headed into the bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush off the stand above the sink and placing a wad of toothpaste on it. He stared down into the sink as he began to brush his teeth as if trying to recall the night before. He couldn't. All he could remember was his dream.
He soon thought to himself that it didn't really matter much and spit his toothpaste into the sink before turning the faucet on to rinse it down the drain. As he stood up and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, he let out a small, startled sound. There was smudged lipstick all over his mouth and some red residue was left on his neck as well.
Staring at himself for a moment in confusion, he slowly widened his eyes while he remembered that in his dream, Abby had taken a liking to kissing his neck quite a bit and it felt….so real.
Then it came back to him.
Last night was NOT a dream.
He really had sex with Abby. He really drove himself home after and gone right to sleep without cleaning the scientist's lipstick off his face. He really DID sleep for only three hours. That's why he was exhausted. That's why his eyes could barely stay open when he heard his alarm clock go off. That's why….
He looked himself up and down in the mirror, in just his boxers, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He looked down, opening the top of his boxers to speak to his member. "What the hell did you do?"
As Tony approached the elevator at the bottom floor of the NCIS building, he hoped and prayed that Abby had already arrived at work and he wouldn't need to run into her before making it to his desk in the bullpen. Luckily, the elevator was empty as the door opened and he hopped on.
As he pressed the button to go up to the correct floor, he heard footsteps approaching the elevator and they stepped on beside him. He gulped before turning to look at who it was and let out a relieved sigh with a smile. "Mornin, Boss." He said to Gibbs while the elevator doors closed. His smile instantly vanished as he remembered that he actually broke Rule 12 the night before and standing beside Gibbs in that moment…knowing he broke Rule 12 with Gibbs' favorite….Tony felt dirty.
"Have fun last night?" Gibbs asked him.
"What? No. Why would you ask that?" Tony gulped again.
Gibbs looked at Tony beside him as if he was confused. "On your date?" Tony kept staring at him. "With that girl you met online?"
"Oh. Her?" Shit. Tony accidentally blew a girl off last night for Abby. He totally forgot about the Theresa girl when he brought Abby to the club. "I didn't go." Tony admitted. "Thought I'd go home and get a good night's rest."
Gibbs smirked as if to hold back a chuckle. As if Tony would be a responsible adult for once. Just as the elevator stopped on their floor, Gibbs spoke. "Sure you did." The doors opened and the gray-haired man stepped off the elevator as the younger agent followed.
Tony only sat in the chair behind his desk for about a millisecond before Gibbs looked at him from his own desk. "Dinozzo. Go down and see if Abby's got any hits on license plates we ran last night."
Tony pointed at the redhead woman across from him. "Shouldn't Kate-"
"Now!" Gibbs demanded.
"Yes, Boss." Tony quickly stood up, heading for the elevator that would bring him down to Abby's lab.
He stared up at the numbers in the elevator changing as he hoped she wasn't in yet.
She was.
He cleared his throat as he stepped off the elevator and walked through her lab to her office where she was sitting at her desk, swiveling back and forth in her chair as she stared at her computer screen. With one leg crossed over the other, she was smirking to herself as she could see him in the corner of her eye. "Good morning, Tony." She said with a smile as she turned her head to finally look at him in her doorway.
"Hey, Abs. Boss wants to know-"
"No hits yet." She told him. "Should be about another hour." She smirked again and looked him up and down, continuing to slightly pivot her chair from left to right.
Tony cleared his throat again, straightening his posture a bit as he could feel her undressing him with her eyes. "So, uh….last night."
"It was great." She told him as she picked up a pen from her desk and fiddled with it in her hands.
"At one point, did you, uh…" He pointed to his eyes as if to say 'blindfold me' without using the words out loud.
"Mhm." She nodded.
"On the, uh…" He made a gesture with both hands as if to mime the word 'couch.'
"Yupp." She nodded again, her smile only growing as she recalled the events of the night before.
"While you…" He very subtly, or unsubtly, pointed to his lips to indicate that he wanted to say 'blow job,' but knew he shouldn't in this building.
"Yes, Dinozzo. Everything that happened last night….really happened." Abby let out a soft chuckle.
"Ah okay. I thought so." He nodded.
"Oh, Tony. You're so cute when you blush." She teased him. "You don't regret it, do you?"
"No! No….Maybe." He watched her raise an eyebrow at him. "No! I just…" He stepped closer so he could lower his voice a bit more. "I've never broken Rule 12 before."
"You're afraid Gibbs is gonna find out."
"Sh! Sh! We never know when he's lurking around here." Tony said as he looked over his shoulder to confirm that they were still the only two in the room.
"Tony, we're fine." Abby chuckled. "Just don't let it affect your work or then he'll really get suspicious. Also…don't stop flirting with Kate."
"I don't flirt with-"
"Gibbs will REALLY know something's up then if you do." Abby ignored his protest.
"Right." He nodded. "Got it."
"So when are you gonna ask her out?"
"Oh my god."
"What? You broke Rule 12 with me. And what we did was technically not even a rule, cause that doesn't quite constitute a date. So what are you afraid of? If I can go on a date with McGee then you can go on a date with Kate. Gibbs'll get over it." She said before sitting up straight again, planting both feet on the floor under her desk and she started to type up some notes from another case.
"Easy for you to say. You're his favorite." He reminded her of their conversation from the night before.
"I told you…no, I'm not." She disagreed. "Gibbs doesn't have favorites."
"That's only something his favorite would say."
"Oh, shut up." Abby held back a laugh. "Go back upstairs."
"Shouldn't we talk about last night?" Tony asked her as he watched her fingers type a mile a minute.
"What's there to say? You wanna do it again?" She half-joked.
"Do you?"
Abby picked up the rubber band ball she had on her desk and playfully threw it at him. "Get back upstairs, Big Guy." She softly laughed.
Tony barely had time to catch the ball, but he somehow did just as it wacked him in the chest. He chuckled and set the ball back down on her desk before turning to leave, though he wondered if any of his questions were answered. He stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button to go back up as he watched Abby continue typing, his mind running rampant with even more questions now.