(four months later)
"Emily!" Abby gave the girl a gentle tap to the back of her head.
"Hey! Only Uncle Gibbs can do that." Emily tried to pout, but she couldn't contain the giggle.
"Do you see him here? No, that's why I get to step in. No cheating!"
"I didn't cheat!" Emily's hands went to her hips.
Gibbs paused in the entryway to Abby's living room and smiled at the sight. Emily with her hands on her hips in mock defiance – a stance she had picked up from Abby. Emily had been spending time with her, a day or two a month, and the occasional evening ever since Fornell had been shot. Slowly, Abby had gotten the girl to open up about what she had seen happen, and how she felt about her mom. But today, Abby had Emily for a different reason.
Fornell had called Abby, and when she didn't answer, he called Gibbs. He had decided that Sharon would make a wonderful, permanent addition to his and Emily's lives and wanted the chance to ask her to marry him over a romantic dinner. He had already talked to Emily about it, and she had been beyond thrilled, but his reason to call was to ask if Abby could take Emily out to dinner and keep her entertained for a few hours while he asked.
Now, after dinner at her favorite pizza place, Abby had brought Emily back to her place to play wii and watch a movie.
"Uncle Gibbs!" The moment she noticed him, Emily rushed to him and threw herself into his arms (another thing she had picked up from Abby). "Abby said I was cheating!"
"Did she?" Gibbs pretended to look horrified that Abby would accuse her of cheating.
"She did!"
"Because she was!" Abby's hands went to her hips.
"Was not!"
"Well I'm glad that I had to stay late for the budget meeting. Sounds like the two of you have been… busy."
"You're here now, your turn to play." Abby offered him her wii remote.
Gibbs shook his head and glanced at his watch. "Time for Emily to head home, find out the damage."
Emily's smile dropped. "You think she said no?"
Gibbs smiled softly at her, and bent down on a knee so he was at her level. "Nah, I was just… teasing." He didn't exactly want to explain his fails at marriage.
"So you think she said yes?" Emily had grown close to Sharon over the past few months. She had moved in right away to help care for Fornell as he healed from his gunshot wound and to help care for Emily. She hadn't talked to Sharon much about Diane, instead saving those conversations for Abby, but she opened up about the rest of her life, and had helped Sharon to decorate Fornell's sparse living room to turn it into a home rather than just a house.
"Of course she said yes!" Abby interjected. "How could she say no?"
"She said yes. Your dad would've wanted you home sooner if she'd said no." He pulled the girl in for a hug and winked at Abby over Emily's head.
"Let's get going then!" Abby grabbed her jacket and then Emily's and hurried them toward the door.
"That was the cutest thing, ever." Abby slipped her hand into Gibbs' as they made their way down the front step of Fornell's house. Emily had pushed her way inside the moment Fornell had opened the door. Rushing past her father, she threw herself at Sharon to ask if she had said yes.
"Glad they're happy, all three of 'em."
"Me too."
"You need anything at your place, or are you good for the night?"
"I'm good." Abby smiled at him as he opened the car door for her.
Gibbs drove them back to his house and then walked hand-in-hand with Abby up the front steps. He hung her coat in the closet and then his own. He turned around expecting Abby to be within reach, but she was already collapsed on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table.
He double checked that the door was locked and then went to join her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close. "Whatcha thinking about?"
"Us."
"Us?" Gibbs didn't need to verbalize the 'uh oh' for Abby to hear it.
Abby wrapped an arm around his torso and snuggled closer. "Nothing bad." She smiled when she felt him let out a sigh of relief.
"Then what?"
"It's just that after watching Sharon and Fornell-" Abby burst into a fit of laughter at the look on Gibbs' face. "No, no… I'm not telling you I want a ring." She socked him lightly in the shoulder. "It's just that… everyone knows about he and Sharon, and I know they don't work together, but maybe, at some point, we could tell the team?"
"That what you want?" Gibbs tilted her chin so that she was looking at him.
"I don't know," Abby shrugged. "I mean, I know we decided to keep quiet when things first start, but at the same time… I want my friends to know that the reason I'm so happy, is you. But it's not a big deal, we don't have to."
"If that's what you want, we'll tell the team. And just because the team knows, doesn't mean we can flaunt our relationship at work."
"Maybe it was a silly idea, never mind. Forget I said something about it."
Gibbs wasn't going to let her drop it so easily – if she wanted to tell her friends, he wasn't going to stop her, but the way she pressed her face to his neck, pressing little kisses to his throat, made him keep his mouth shut. He let his hand drop down her back until he found the hem of her shirt and then slipped his fingers underneath to stroke her soft skin.
He was content to let her set the pace for wherever this was headed, and he couldn't help the soft moan when she nipped at the underside of his jaw. He helped her to get her knees under her, and then to straddle his lap, loving the heat from between her legs pressed against his groin. As she straddled his lap, her skirt was pressed higher, and he dropped his hands to her creamy white thighs, running his hands up and down as she kissed him everywhere, but his lips.
To say Abby was enthusiastic was an understatement, and Gibbs chuckled at the way she kissed his neck, nipped at his ear, and then finally kissed him –really kissed him. "We… we doing this here?" Her last kiss left him breathless.
"You gotta problem with that?"
"Nope." Gibbs urged her to press up on her knees so he could undo his zipper to release himself from the confines of his trousers.
Abby didn't need to be told twice what he wanted, and once his dick was freed from his pants she tried to guide herself over him. It wasn't as easy propped up on the couch, but after a moment or two of fumbling, Abby let out a contented sigh as Gibbs pushed up into her.
He held her close to his chest, his hands pushed up under the back of her shirt, his fingers splayed out over the cross tattoo covering her back. Abby nuzzled against his neck as she rocked her hips slowly, enjoying their connection.
Gibbs was the first to find himself grasping at the last shreds of control. "Come on Abbs," he urged.
"You in a rush?" Abby cupped his face in her hands and smiled softly at him.
Gibbs leaned in to kiss her and let his hands fall to her hips to press her down against him. Changing the angle slightly, Gibbs grinned against her lips when she gasped. He could tell that her control was fading quickly. He tried to touch her, to give her that last push that she needed, but Abby shook her head. "Not… not yet."
"Come on, Abbs. Let go… I've… I've got you. I love you." He held her close, and ignored the burn in his muscles as he pushed into her, snapping his hips up against hers frantically.
"Love you more." It only took a few moments before Abby tensed around him and then finally allowed her orgasm to rip through her.
Gibbs followed just seconds later, muting his moan against her shoulder.
They were silent for some time as their breathing slowed. Gibbs let out a quiet groan as he softened and then slipped from Abby's body.
"I can't move."
Gibbs' chuckled and stroked a hand through her hair. "I'm in no rush to move either, take your time."
Abby could only nod.
Gibbs left Abby down at the security check at NCIS to chat with the security agents per usual. She didn't always stop, but when he drove her in, she always did, so that they wouldn't be seen arriving in the squad room at the same time nearly every morning. As he rode the elevator alone, he realized that he was tired of pretending around the team. He had no intention of flaunting their relationship, and he knew she wouldn't either – though he suspected that she would throw it at Tony every now and again when he was acting childish.
He didn't particularly want the director to know, but since she didn't work directly for him, he wasn't her boss, there was nothing Vance could do. Everyone on his team was already at their desks when he strode toward his desk and he heard their chorus of "morning boss".
"Ziva, DiNozzo, McGee." He gave a little nod and found himself wondering what their reactions would be to finding out about his relationship with Abby. He was fairly certain both Tony and Ziva would find it amusing, and once the newness wore off he was sure Tony would stop talking about it – though he was sure there would be late-night phone calls from Tony, questioning her about their love-life. McGee, however, he was a bit uncertain about. McGee's previous relationship with Abby had ended years ago, and on a good note, but every-so-often he caught his agent watching her with a wistful look in his eye and he couldn't help but wonder if there were some feelings left over on McGee's part.
When the elevator dinged and Abby stepped out, Gibbs smiled at how genuinely happy she looked. He stood as she passed his desk and muttered something about going to see Ducky as he followed her to the back elevator. Once safely inside, Gibbs flipped the emergency switch and leaned back against the elevator wall.
"I thought you were going to see Ducky?" Abby gave an over-exaggerated wink and leaned back against the wall opposite him.
"I am. Was hoping you'd come with me."
"Oh?" Her smile faded and she stood a little straighter. "Is everything okay?"
"You want to tell your friends about us, and I think you should. So long as we don't catch a big case, you guys can take a little longer at lunch." He took a moment to take in the huge grin on her face. "I was hoping we could tell Duck first."
Rather than respond, Abby threw herself at him and hugged him tight. "Really?"
"Mmhmm."
"I mean," Abby settled back down and looked up at him, "I don't want you to feel like we have to if you don't want to."
"I want to. It's time."
Abby was lightning fast as she pressed up on her toes to kiss him and then turned to hit the emergency switch. "What do you think Ducky will say?"
"That I'd better not break your heart."
Ducky stood before them, his arms crossed in front of his chest, a smile on his face. "I've been waiting for some time for this announcement, I'll have you know. But I'm happy for you. You both deserve to be happy."
Abby rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug, nearly knocking him over. "You're really happy for us? Thanks Ducky! Alright, well, I need to get things fired up in my lab." She glanced at Gibbs, "So if we don't catch a case you said something about the team having a longer lunch…?"
"Sure."
"Yay!" Abby rushed forward to hug him and then pulled away with a sheepish smile. "I'll talk to you guys later."
Gibbs watched until Abby was in the elevator and then glanced back at his friend. "So?"
"Do I need to say it?"
Gibbs gave a boyish smile. "Nah, I know. And I have no intentions of hurting her. Ever."
"Good."
"I told you." Tony elbowed McGee. "The boss and Abby…" he elbowed him again, "I told you they've got a little something –something going on." The two were walking behind Ziva and Abby as they headed back to NCIS after their lunch break.
"You knew nothing," McGee rolled his eyes.
"You've got to wonder, you know… I know he's Gibbs but, he is a little older, you know? Guess he can still…"
"I can hear you back there, Mr. DiNozzo." Abby glanced back at the two guys over her shoulder. "And yes. He can." She could help but laugh at the shade of red that spread over Tony's cheeks.
Tony glared at McGee as his former probie held in a laugh. McGee wasn't all smiles though, and Tony suspected that he may have still been holding on to some residual feelings for the forensic scientist. Rather than say something insulting, he gave McGee's should a squeeze before hurrying to catch up to the two women leading. "So, you and the boss, huh? Who would've thought?"
"Everything okay?" Gibbs looked up at Abby as she perched on the side of his desk and the rest of the agents moved to their desks. They hadn't caught any new cases, so he had let them go on a longer lunch and had enjoyed their reactions as they had tried to guess why Abby insisted on lunch down the street.
"Yep. Perfect!" Abby grinned at him. "Though Tony is rather curious about our sex life."
Tony gaped at Abby's overt statement. "I… I… Boss, I didn't ask-"
"Did too!" Abby stuck out her tongue at him. "You said-"
"DiNozzo." Gibbs didn't need to say anything else. Tony understood. Clearly.
"Sorry Boss, didn't mean to. I'll try not to ask any, you know, personal questions."
"Try not?"
"Well, you know. Accidents boss, they happen."
The End.