Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. :O Never thought I'd have to write that... Hmmm. Anyways CBS etc do...

A/N: I've recently found Leroy Jethro Gibbs *giggle* & co down at NCIS, the navy's answer to CSI... Hahaha... I've been watching NCIS, been enjoying it. But I couldn't help but notice I was getting those juju vibes when I saw Abby & Gibbs together, so after watching NCIS some more I decided to write this... Can't remember correctly but it may've come to me in a dream... Hmm...

Rating - T

Pairing - Abbs & Gibbs

Theme – Mystery/Friendship/Romance/Humour

Author – DCIPHOENIX AKA Rosie Phoenix

NCIS

The Hangover

Chapter One

Bathed in light, the entire room was bathed in light, more so as the plain white walls reflected the sunlight as it crept out from between the white curtains in the room. The sunlight peeked out from a shard in the curtain and on the king bed which had screwed up bed sheets and crumpled pillows. The window wasn't shielded by the curtains which were being blown open from the hot outside air which was hot, as it blew over it prickled the hairs on the skin, making its self known. The humid air was impossible to ignore, impossible to ignore and impossible to sleep through.

Aside the king bed was a pine nightstand with a watch and an array of personal belongings a few of which had fallen to the floor between the side of the bed and the nightstand which stood next to the bed and the window that was still flooding the small room which much light. The shard of light fell upon the marine's eyes. The shard played on his face from his worn face down to his bare chest which was uncovered by the sheets.

The marine was laid on his back, his head supported by the pillow his silver hair tousled a little. His arms were out stretched on the bed, his wrists hung limply off the edge.

The marine opened his eyes. They were immediately met with a bright orange light. The sun from outside made a strip of his already well tanned skin look like orange, all of his skin was illuminated by the morning sun. The marine avoided the sun's angry glare and lowered his head onto the fully plumped pillow. He looked directly above him; a fan whirred continuously yet slowly on the ceiling.

Attempting again to open his eyes and greet the new day the marine raised his head, only his head as sitting up felt a bit daunting with the dull pounding running through his head which his mind couldn't quite place when he would've gotten a headache. His mind couldn't quite place where he was either.

His eyes met his own ocean blue eyes in the mirrored doors of the built-in wardrobe across from him. He had his head held up enough so he could make out his weathered features. He ran his calloused left hand through his disappointingly scruffy silver hair then held it up to shield the bright Washington sun from his eyes.

Pain flooded through him like a shower of bullets as the sun hit his gaze. His head was sore, now he was fairly awake he realised how much pain he was in. Painkillers. He needed painkillers. Desperately.

The marine scanned the room with pain filled eyes. He started to the left of him which sat a pile nightstand with his wallet, badge, gun, cell phone and a number of belongings he couldn't quite name no painkillers though, sadly.

The marine's mind was at a complete loss. Memories, thought and simple mental process failed him.

He continued his observation on the room it was small but held a number of pieces of furniture. The next wall had a window, he knew that alright. His eyes ran the length of the wall, next to the oblong window was a chest of pine drawers on top of that was a small television with cables spilling out from behind it, next to that was the wardrobe which gave him a clear yet bad image of himself. The door was situated across from the pine drawers which were closed and it seemed to be opened and closed with a card key rather than a normal key. Apart from the few pieces of matching furniture and himself the room seemed rather empty.

The marine's eyes fell to the indigo blue carpet, in a higgledy-piggledy muddle on the floor was his shirt and tie, jacket and trousers in a jumbled line on the floor leading from the floor to the bed with some other pieces of clothes... probably other outfits the marine thought.

The marine stretched his limbs under the sheets; he dangled his feet off the end of the bed. Preparing to get up and find his card key and find the answers to the questions currently swimming around in his head.

What the hell happened last night? Where the hell am I? Why haven't I had a call from anyone at work?

Gibbs checked his cell phone. Sunday. No wonder he hasn't got a call from anyone at work. There's no one at work!

What is going on? Why was he half naked? Why was there a young female in his arms? Why...? Oh. Oh damn.

The marine looked down and there in his right arms was a young female with dark hair. Her eyes were shut; her arm was elegantly laid across his chest with her palm flat against his stomach muscles.

The marine squirmed under the sheets and squeezed her a little. As he moved he realised one of her legs was bent in-between his own. He gulped a little then smiled to himself. That thatwas why he couldn't easily propel himself up out of bed, even though with being lost, confused and hung-over...

Today was looking up.

The marine sighed and looked at the young woman in his arms, she looked familiar. He knew her from somewhere, even though her lower facial features were unseen as she had her jaw on his chest also, he knew her face. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows, full yet small lips, pale porcelain skin and raven hair., short raven hair, short raven hair which was tied up in two pigtails.

Oh. My. God.

He thought about removing his arm from behind her, but that would mean disturbing her and waking her up. He couldn't do that; he needed to come up for a reasonable justifiable excuse for this... mystifying mistake. It seemed that he'd broken one of his many perfected rules. Never sleep with a co worker.

The marine raised his head again to look at the disordered clothes on the floor. Amongst his clothes he was clothes which would belong to female, clothes that belonged to her belonged to Abby.

He'd slept with her? Damn. Never saw that coming, but what if they had slept together? Their stable amazing relationship would be broken forever. Even though he could never put his finger on what their relationship was it would be shattered in an instant. As soon as her emerald green eyes looked into his own blue sapphire eyes, it would be over. Realisation would take over any other rational thought. She'd freak out, curse and run out without as much as a theory from him. He'd never wish their relationship to end. She was one of many people he truly trusted in his life. Their relationship, he'd always thought her as a student of his, always learning always ready to learn, he was the teacher she was his student. But then when ever he kissed her and he kissed her cheek numerous times. There was that spark which makes him think if their student/teacher relationship was a little more than that was in fact a volatile mix of chemicals, emotions and feelings.

He often wondered what their relationship was labelled out. Sure as work she's his colleague. Close colleague, mind, but outside of work...?

Son of a bitch...

He can't put it off any longer, even though he hadn't come up with an excuse or a reason for their baffling incident he could look at her cute elfin features for so long. He had decided.

The marine traced his thumb up her spine, knowing only too well that he was tracing the line of the giant crucifix that adorned her back.

Abby sighed contented. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth she mumbled something incoherent. Her eyes flitted open and he looked down into them, her eyes drifted around the room adjusting to the light which now had it's streak adjacent to him, no longer in his eyes. Abby blinked a couple of times then she raised them and looked deep into his light blue eyes. He immediately gave a small confused cheeky smirk. Her own lips formed an expression which showed her inner shock, her mouth agape, breathing hard; she blinked at least ten times.

The marine decided to talk to her.

"Abbs?" He asked an obvious question. His gentle voice drifted to her ears and to his own. He sounded rough, his own voice ached the dull pain in his head worsen. He grimaced when he felt the monotonous pain.

"Abby?" He asked again, ever persistent, getting no answer from her first use of her name he insisted a little.

"Gibbs?" Abby Scuito asked. Her voice horse and timid, even though she was a few inches away he could barely hear her, she spoke with a soft whisper which unmistakably held shock and confusion in that one syllable mirroring the shock and confusion on her facial features.

The end of chapter 1.

Hope you enjoyed! I really, really enjoyed writing this! Next ch will portray Abbs' thoughts & feeling etc... As well as loads of dialogue, realisation, confusion, apologies and perhaps a flash back to the night before! :O Do me the honour of reviewing now, please. Thank you. DCIPHOENIX