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Title: Let's Finish This

Rated: T

Spoiler: None

Pairing: Abby/Gibbs

A/N: This first chapter was written for the Gibbs/Abby Shipper Forum weekly Creative Drive for the prompt 'hello again'.

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs strode out of the NCIS elevator followed closely by his team of three agents. As they neared the bullpen, he began barking orders. "Ziva, put out a BOLO for Jason Andrews! McGee, get me a location on his cell GPS! DiNozzo, I want everything on this guy from when he was born until now!"

As his team scrambled to carry out his orders, Gibbs grabbed a clean shirt out of his drawer and headed for the men's room. With long strides, he passed the elevator as it opened and Abby rushed out. "Gibbs, I heard someone was shot!" she exclaimed, bringing him to a halt. When he turned to face her, she gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. "Oh my god! Oh my god, Gibbs!"

Stepping forward, he gripped her by the shoulders. "It's not mine, Abby. It's not my blood."

Abby's eyes were locked onto the large bright red spots that had dotted the chest on his white button down shirt. It was ruined along with his charcoal gray jacket that had blood spatter. Her voice was shaky as she asked, "Who was shot?"

Gibbs lifted her chin so he could see her troubled green eyes. "An undercover FBI agent." His response did nothing to ease the worry and concern evident on her face. "We know who the shooter is and we'll get him, Abbs. Don't worry."

"How close were you to the FBI agent when he got shot?"

"What?"

Abby's voice rose with a touch of impatience. "You have blood all over your shirt, Gibbs! How close were you to the guy that was shot?"

Gibbs just wanted to get changed so he could catch the bastard, and his voice held a note of irritation. "I don't know… two or three feet." He dropped his hands as his mind jumped ahead. "Damn! I need a couple of large evidence bags for my clothes." He had already turned and was headed down the hall again. "Get me those. I'll be in the men's room."

A few minutes later, Abby didn't hesitate as she pushed through the bathroom door and locked it behind her. Gibbs had already removed his jacket and she held a plastic evidence bag open for him to lower the jacket into. Quickly undoing the buttons to his white shirt, he pulled it off his shoulders as she held a second plastic bag open. His red stained white t-shirt followed.

Abby's eyes swept over his bared torso and she felt a lump form in her throat. Her brain shutdown to the point of only one remaining thought.

Oh god, he is so sexy!

Gibbs' shoulders were square and muscular. His biceps rounded. His well-toned chest was covered with a smattering of dark silver hair. Abby was mesmerized by the sight as exciting tingles rushed up and down her spine. Unconsciously, she still held the evidence bag open.

Standing in front of the sink, Gibbs turned on the water full force and leaned forward as he started to splash water onto his chest in an effort to remove the blood that had soaked through to his skin. His gaze lifted to Abby's reflection in the mirror. "You can seal and tag that, Abby. I won't have anything more to put in it."

A knock on the solid wood door brought Abby back to her senses, but they both ignored the faint voice that emanated from outside. Abby quickly sealed the bag then used a pen to tag its contents. After dispensing a wad of paper towels, she stepped up beside Gibbs. "Here, let me," she offered softly. As she dampened the towels, Gibbs turned to face her, his blue eyes softening. Willing her hand not to tremble, she gently rubbed at the blood that still covered some of his chest. There was also a light trail of redness that had spread near the top of his stomach.

"Is the FBI agent going to be okay?" Her voice was a mere whisper as she wiped the blood from his skin.

"Don't know. He's in surgery." Gibbs felt a rising in his chest as she touched him. A fresh paper towel glided slowly over his abdomen and he felt his pulse starting to race from her closeness.

But her next words quickly quelled his body's reactions. "Do you want to die, Gibbs?" she asked, her voice louder and stronger. "Because sometimes I really think you do. You think you deserve to die, is that it? Or maybe you think you don't have anything to live for." None to gently, she jabbed a finger into the center of his chest. "If this blood had been yours… right… here, Gibbs, you would be dead!"

His skin was clean but damp as Abby tossed away the last of the soiled paper towels and rested her palms on his chest, feeling his heart beating strong and steady. "I don't want you dead, Gibbs." She lifted her eyes to try and gauge his reaction, but as usual, he revealed nothing. "Tony, Ziva, and McGee don't want you dead. What do you think it would be like for Ducky to have you on a slab in his morgue? You ever think of that, Gibbs?"

His blue eyes blazed under her scrutiny and accusations. "He has a wife, a young daughter, and twin sons that are three-years-old. He has more to live for than I do. I would be more than willing to have taken that bullet."

Abby stepped closer, expecting his protest, but she couldn't hold back from brushing her lips across his collar bone as his chest froze with his last breath. "Then you would be dead and I would be saying goodbye to you," she murmured. Lifting her eyes, she met his intense blue gaze. "You know what the worse thing is about saying goodbye, Gibbs?" Raising a hand, she trailed a finger along his strong smooth jawline. "We would never… ever… be able to say hello again."

Gibbs felt a stirring in his chest as her hot breath ghosted across his skin and her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Her unique perfume invaded his surroundings and her touches were once again threatening his self control. Automatically, his hands fell to the curves of her hips. "Abby, don't make…"

She didn't wait for him to say the rest before pressing her lips hard against his and the stirring in his chest fell to his groin. Gibbs pulled her tightly to him then turned her so she was pressed against the counter beside the sink. He ground his body against hers as she lifted herself onto the edge of the shelf and drew him between her thighs.

A moan came from deep within her throat as his tongue teased her lips then collided with hers to duel and play. She captured his growls inside her mouth as he pressed his groin against her heat. His mouth slipped from hers and he pressed kisses to her throat, nipped her skin, then flicked his tongue out to taste and absorb her essence.

"Gibbs," she moaned, trying to catch her breath. She could feel his arousal and if they hadn't been at work, she would already have his pants pushed down to his ankles and his stiff cock pushed inside of her. "I want you so badly. I don't want to lose you, Gibbs."

He was drowning in a desire that he had kept hidden for the past several years. Only in his dreams had he thought about a moment like this, with his Abby. But this wasn't a dream any longer. His hands were touching the smoothness of her thighs. His mouth was tasting her full sweetness for the first time. And his body was responding to her sounds, caresses, warmth, and softness with an urgency. She had taken him completely by surprise and he silently berated himself for not taking the initiative and doing this sooner. So… so much sooner. His fingers slipped between her thighs and beneath her damp panties.

At his first touch against her slick folds, she whimpered and clutched at his shoulders. "Gibbs," she panted, "if you don't stop, I won't be able to hold back from having you completely… right now!"

Unexpectedly, Gibbs' cell phone began ringing and they both groaned with annoyance. Raising his head from her neck, he lifted the phone to his ear, grinding out between grit teeth, "Yeah, Gibbs!" As he listened, his fingers slipped along the inside of her thigh until his palm rested near her knee. Other than that, he didn't move until he snapped his phone shut. "We got a hit on the BOLO and a location on our shooter," he stated in a low rough voice.

Abby grasped his face between her hands. "Go bring him in and keep yourself safe." Tenderly, she pressed her lips to his for a few brief seconds.

Gibbs gently lifted her to her feet and held her securely round the waist. "Can I come by tonight?"

"Oh… you better," she said with a wide smile. "We have a lot of unfinished business."

With a slow half grin, he stepped back and pulled on his clean shirt. "Business or pleasure, Abbs?"

"I'm sure we'll have time to work out the details of this new venture," she teased.

With a chuckle, he suddenly wrapped an arm round her waist and drew her flush against him. His eyes were dark as he studied her swollen lips. "I think you mean adventure, Abbs," he rumbled before pressing a hard kiss to her lips and then turned her towards the door.

With her hand resting on the handle, she looked back at him. His hair was tousled, his shirt was still not buttoned, and his pants looked quite full in front. "You better pull yourself together, Special Agent Gibbs."

"I'll be able to calm down once you're gone, Miss Sciuto."

Releasing the lock on the door, Abby grabbed the evidence bags. "How do I look?"

Gibbs' eyes raked over her body. One pigtail was askew, her shirt was twisted out of place, and her face had a beautiful glow. His workday couldn't end soon enough. "Like you've been making out with your boss."

"Wow, it's that evident, huh? I've only you to blame," she chided. "Guess I better slip into the ladies room next door." And then she was gone, the door thudding shut behind her.

A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I've decided to add a few more chapters. So… TBC