A/N: This final chapter runs along the same time frame as Chapter 3 but is from Gibbs' POV.

"Am I sure I want you to kiss me to within an inch of my life?...pretty sure Gibbs."

Chapter 4

Before Gibbs had a chance to react to her words Abby's lips were insistently brushing over his, her soft wet tongue plunging into his mouth and leaving him breathless. She had caught him off-guard and for a moment the only coherent thought he could form was that she was actually kissing him and not trying to get away as quick as she could. Realising that for now she wasn't going anywhere, Gibbs returned her kiss and stroked his tongue over hers, eliciting a whimper from Abby.

Gibbs wanted her so badly, but he knew this was the wrong place. He was angry at himself for letting things go this far already. Breaking away from her lips he struggled to get his breath, Abby's panting equally as loud. "We can't do this here," he whispered.

"Then come home with me," she said just as softly and Gibbs raised his eyebrows.

Even after the kiss they'd just shared he couldn't believe what he was hearing. More than anything he wanted to go home with her. In fact he didn't care where they went as long as it was somewhere that they could be alone and not be interrupted.

Right at that moment, the illusion that they were the only two in the building was broken. Gibbs froze when he heard the forced sound of someone clearing their throat. He felt Abby tense on top of him, a look of terror on her face as she held her breath. Gibbs knew the person now looking down on them was Ducky; no-one else would have the nerve to even contemplate interrupting them and be so obvious about it.

The doctor's appearance was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over Gibbs and with a harsh thud he fell back down to reality. The heightened state of every part of his body instantly relaxed and when Abby moved to get off him he wanted to groan in frustration, for what he hoped would be the last time that night. Gibbs was relieved when she rolled off him without her body rubbing too much against him, he really didn't want to embarrass himself further.

Gibbs knew Ducky wouldn't have been able to see him kissing Abby due to their secluded position, but the older man wasn't stupid. Ducky had been friends with Gibbs long enough to know he wouldn't let someone just lay sprawled out all over him unless he wanted them to be there. He rolled his eyes at Abby's over excited greeting to the doctor; there went their chance of pretending nothing had happened. He couldn't blame her though; between nerves and excitement it was going to take a hell of a lot of control for him to remain expressionless.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Gibbs heard Ducky say and he could hear the smug satisfaction in his voice.

Gibbs got to his feet, eager to have what was sure to be an uncomfortable conversation over and done with. "Abby was just helping me get back something I thought I'd lost," he said, hoping she would understand just what their brief encounter had meant to him, and what more he wanted it to bring. Everything he had been going through would all be worth it if she understood how important she was to him. Abby could give him his life back, make him whole again and bring him a sense of peace that he'd tried so hard to find but which had always been out of his reach. He was scared by how much influence she had over him, but it also made him see how much he loved her.

He ran his hands through his hair, trying to at least make it appear like he had himself under control and that he was paying attention to Ducky. It was of course all a facade. Gibbs couldn't get Abby's last words out of his head. She wanted him to go home with her and from the teasing tone in her voice she had every intention in helping him work out his frustrations. Gibbs needed to move Ducky along so he could find out for sure, but he had to get him to stop talking first.

The sound of the doctor's accent cut into his thoughts. "Our Abigail is particularly good at finding answers where others believe there are none."

"You off home Duck?" Gibbs asked, directing the conversation.

Licking his swollen lips he could still taste Abby, her sweetness forever ingrained into his memory. He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her.

Trying to clean up some of the mess he'd made on his desk Gibbs scooped up the paperwork and placed it haphazardly into the drawers; he'd deal with it later.

"It's been a rather long day," Ducky answered, "I fear if I don't go now I'll have to turn around and come right back in as soon as I get home. I hope you two will take my advice and do the same."

"Right behind you." Gibbs hoped his reply didn't seem rushed. He needed to find out if Abby was only teasing him or if she did actually want him to go home with her.

"Very well, I'll see you both in the morning then."

Ducky bid them goodnight and once again Gibbs was alone with Abby. As soon as Ducky was out of sight Abby was standing beside him, her soft hands taking his within her own. That simple touch was all it took to make him feel light-headed. He held her hand tightly, like it was his lifeline and if he let go she would disappear.

"You sure you want me to go home with you?" Gibbs asked hesitantly, wanting her to say yes but dreading that she would say she had merely been caught up in the heat of the moment. He couldn't get his hopes up yet, because if she said no he wasn't sure he could ever drink enough alcohol to get over the heartache.

Holding his breath, he watched Abby as she nodded her head, the gesture shattering all the fears he had that she didn't want him as much as he wanted her.

"This time, I want the all the groaning, all the touching, and all the banging and bumping...but I want it with you naked Gibbs."

The desire running through his veins that Ducky's appearance had temporarily stalled once again roared to life within him and Gibbs snatched up his jacket, gun and badge and pulled Abby along with him to the elevator. She had all but said she was his if he had the nerve to take her and he wasn't going to wait any longer.

Ushering her into the elevator, Gibbs waited until they were both inside before he started to repeatedly push the button for the doors to close. The second they did and he felt the elevator start to move he flicked the emergency switch and rounded on Abby, using his body to trap her against the back wall. The feel of her on top of him in the bullpen wasn't enough; he doubted he would ever get enough of her.

He wanted to kiss her again but first he needed to make sure she understood exactly what they were about to do. If they were going to go down this road, it couldn't just be a onetime thing. It would change things forever. Bringing his face alongside hers, Gibbs nudged her cheek with his nose, wanting to show some restraint but needing to touch her. "If we do this, there's no going back. You know that right?"

"What I know is that I can't stop thinking about you. There are no 'ifs' with us Gibbs, just when. We're going to do this...I don't want to go back." The conviction in her words made him smile; she was never afraid to speak up when she believed in something, or someone. It was the final piece of proof that he needed to accept that both of them were going into this with their hearts and minds completely open to what was going to occur. And when Abby wound her arms around his waist Gibbs finally let himself indulge in the feeling of her holding him.

Letting go of everything but how he felt for her Gibbs kissed his way from Abby's chin up to her mouth. When their lips met for the second time he savoured everything about her, his tongue revelling in the taste of her and the gentleness of his lips showing her how much he cherished her.

"I can't stop thinking about you either," he admitted, resting his forehead against hers and absorbing everything about her. He wanted so badly to get Abby home and do everything that had been running through his mind since she seemed to almost miraculously appear in front of him, but he also didn't want to move away from her. Gibbs knew this was it for them, now that they were giving in he'd never live another day wondering how he was going to get through without her. He'd hold onto her with all he was, he'd hold onto her at any cost.

"Do you think the cameras recorded us, should I hack into the system and delete it?" The sound of Abby's voice broke into his thoughts. It was just like her, even now, to think about work as well as protecting them.

"It's ok, most the cameras in the bullpen are gonna be offline until 5am, they're rotating maintenance. The only ones that are on were facing the elevators...guess they didn't think anything exciting would happen after dark."

Gibbs never read his emails or memos, he figured if it was something important then someone needed to tell him the old fashioned way, by opening their mouth and speaking. The only reason he knew about the cameras being offline was because DiNozzo had joked about finally being able to leave a series of pranks on McGee and there not being any evidence.

He smirked at Abby and before he could register the shift in her mood her lips had sealed firmly over his again in a punishing kiss. Her tongue was unyielding as she forced it into his mouth, her lips leaving him breathless and powerless to do anything but go along with her when she cupped his face in her hands and continued her assault on his mouth.

When she broke the kiss, the desire in Abby's beautiful green eyes took Gibbs' breath away. Her hands slipped under the waistband at the back of his pants, her whispered "Take me home, Gibbs," enough to spur him into action.

Once they were over the threshold of her apartment Gibbs wasted no time in shutting the door behind them. Instantly he spun Abby around so the front of her body was pressed up to the wall, his own body perfectly molded around her back. His arms circled her waist and he bent forward to lightly graze his lips over her neck and shoulder.

He wanted her to feel how aroused he was, for her to know that she was the reason his pants were starting to become so tight. He tapped the inside of Abby's feet with his own so she would separate her legs, then standing snugly between her parted thighs Gibbs bent his knees and ground himself up and against her. He couldn't remember feeling this turned on, and he hadn't even really touched her yet.

Eager to see her naked skin, Gibbs told her not to move as he locked the door and removed both their jackets. Taking off her shoes he felt her hands grip onto his shoulder, enjoying the soft pressure and the fact that the gesture itself showed her trust in him.

Returning to his previous position behind her, Gibbs aligned his hips with Abby's. He could feel the softness and warmth of her backside permeating through their layers of clothing and it made his body cry out for her. He wanted to undress her slowly but the thought of her seeing her uninhibited made him crazy and he didn't know how much longer he could wait. He had to touch her.

Slowly starting to push up her t-shirt, his hands skimmed over her heated skin as he moved higher. Abby raised her arms so he could lift her shirt over her head and Gibbs dropped it to the floor not caring where it landed before he laced his fingers with hers. He didn't know how long Abby would remain still; if their roles had been reversed he doubted that he could've kept himself from touching her for this long.

Placing her hands against the wall, Gibbs leaned over her and gently slid his fingers from her hands, grazing lower down her arms. He felt her shiver when his mouth moved next to her ear. "Feeling you on top of me and against me earlier, your scent and softness...I almost lost it Abby...was so close to just rolling over and taking you there and then, consequences be damned."

If he had the stamina to tease her all night, to keep her on edge and wanting him even more he gladly would. But he knew eventually he would succumb, as hard as he tried he wouldn't deny himself and he wouldn't refuse Abby anything. Taking hold of her waist Gibbs pulled her backwards. He moved with her, his steps deliberately smaller than hers, meaning his growing erection pressed into her ass even harder. If there had been no clothes to separate them he would've been inside her.

Gibbs had imagined himself doing this to her so many times, running his hands over her and permanently imprinting every one of her curves into his memory. He'd lost count of the number of suspects he'd frisked over the years, but this brought new meaning to the concept of looking for concealed weapons. This time, he wanted to discover what she was hiding.

Unfastening her bra he didn't waste time in covering the cross tattoo that adorned her back with his mouth. Her skin was like silk under his lips and tongue. Gliding over her smoothness Gibbs trailed his lips over the intricate details. Moving higher he stalled when he got to her neck, gently nipping over the ink work he found. His hands were anything but idle, caressing up and down Abby's sides, his eager fingers seeking out her breasts with each passing. Their size fit perfectly into his hands and he pinched her nipples, the soft buds hardening under his touch.

"Gibbs..." Abby moaned and he could feel the rise and fall of her chest with each forced breath. "We started the foreplay hours ago. I want to touch and taste all of you too, but right now I only want one thing and I think you know what that is."

He loved how she had never been afraid to tell him what she thought; she was one of very few who did. Gripping her hips Gibbs ground himself into her again, groaning at the friction it created when Abby pushed back and gyrated against him. While this was their first time, he could imagine it wouldn't take long for them to become totally in sync with each other. Their emotional bond was already strong and from the way she was responding to his touches their physical connection was strengthening with each passing second.

Intent on giving her what she wanted, he stripped off her pants and underwear quickly. Even though he couldn't see all of her naked body, he knew she was as beautiful as he'd imagined. Then and there Gibbs decided he wasn't going to wait any longer; they could take things slow next time. Before he had chance to undo his pants Abby had turned in his arms, her hands planted in the middle of his chest as she pushed him backwards.

He followed her direction and eventually fell into a chair next to the kitchen table. Gibbs knew they should try and make it to her bed or at least the couch, but look of desire in Abby's emerald eyes told him they would never make it. Abby straddled him and he looked on in awe when he finally got his first glimpse of her bare breasts, his gaze travelling over her flat stomach and lower.

Frantically Abby striped off both his polo shirt and the t-shirt underneath, quickly crushing her chest to his. Gibbs groaned at the feel of her, all warmth and softness. His hands spread out over her lower back and the rise of her butt, his touch causing something in her to snap. Her kiss proved just how desperate she was to have him, urgent and passionate, and increasing in intensity with each successive punishing press of her lips on his.

Trying to keep up with the kiss, Gibbs felt her undo his belt and his pants. The instant her fingers crept inside his boxers and latched firmly onto him he had to fight to keep himself from losing it. He broke away from her mouth unable to contain his moans as he thrust up into her skilful hand. Giving himself up to her, his head fell back as Abby continued to stroke him and bring his release closer.

Using every ounce of his strength Gibbs stopped her ministrations and got to his feet, lifting her onto the table and standing between her legs. "Thought you said no teasing Abbs...that you were ready."

He plunged his fingers into her wetness, repaying her for teasing him and testing her readiness as she moaned. "More than ready, Gibbs."

He could feel her undulating her muscles around his fingers as he slowly dragged them in and out, his thumb circling over her clit and making her cry out. Gibbs kissed her, taking advantage of how she was focused entirely on the sensations he was creating between her legs. He took her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on in it before his tongue penetrated her mouth.

Twenty-four hours ago Gibbs would never have imagined he would have been here with her like this. He couldn't believe she was finally going to be all his. Abby could have any man she wanted; she was beautiful, smart and so full of life and he wasn't quite sure what she saw in him. Perhaps it was that he always tried to protect her and be there when she needed him, or maybe it was because he had made her the centre of his world without either of them really knowing it.

Not wanting to wait a second longer Gibbs pushed down his pants and boxers and gently eased into her achingly wet and heated body. He felt her start to contract around him, her body taking it's time to get used to his size. Gibbs' mouth fell open and he gripped her thighs. She felt so good around him; her tightness and the way she squeezed him making him slide out of her before slowly pushing back in. Abby's eyes closed briefly and he could see she was focused only on them finally being joined.

The feeling of being so totally naked and open with her, both physically and emotionally, made Gibbs tremble. He found he suddenly couldn't get enough oxygen into his lungs, his breathing coming in ragged gasps. He loved her with an honesty and wonder that he hadn't felt in such in long time, and he desired her with a deep passionate need that he felt certain he'd never get enough of. Seeing the same expression on Abby's face, he smiled when she pushed back the lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

Reclining her onto her back, Gibbs moved Abby to the edge of the table and brought her as close to him as she could possibly be. Nothing separated them. She crossed her legs behind his back and instantly started to thrust against him. Her constant needy movements made them both gasp and Gibbs reached out, his wandering hands travelling across her chest and stomach making her arch into him.

His hands gripped onto her hips, holding onto her firmly when he finally began to stroke slowly into her. Gibbs felt like they were the only two people alive, his entire being focused on the sensations that they were creating as he moved against her.

"Gibbs...oh God," she whispered when he leaned down to brush his lips over hers.

She was stunning, laid out in front of him, her back arched and her eyes clenched shut as she held onto the sides of the table. She begged him to go faster and harder, her voice so loud he was sure she would wake up the whole building. Gibbs' own moans echoed around the room, also gaining volume in response to Abby's cries.

Feeling himself getting nearer with each plunge into her Gibbs increased his speed. He could feel the table move with each powerful stroke and he gripped Abby's hips harder, moving with the table until it hit the kitchen counter. Abby continued to push herself against him, her loud moans becoming more frantic. As the table started to bang loudly against the counter Gibbs started to worry the legs would give way under the sheer force of both their thrusts, but he couldn't stop. He was so close and he could tell from the way Abby pulsed around him that she was too. But she wouldn't let go.

"Abby..." he groaned, he couldn't hold on much longer and he refused to leave her behind.

All it took was a few well placed caresses between their bodies and Abby was screaming out her release. Her body tensed around him as she lifted her back off the table and shuddered against him. Gibbs followed her, driving into her twice more before he growled out her name and gripped tightly onto her quivering hips.

Leaning forward and drawing in deep breaths Gibbs' unsteady arms helped to support him and stop him from squashing her. Abby's legs remained around him, keeping him inside as she continued to tremble around him.

Gibbs didn't want to move. His muscles were already starting to protest and he knew he was probably getting too old to be having extremely boisterous and arduous sex on a kitchen table but he didn't care. He was willing to have sex with Abby on whatever piece of furniture she wanted. His body may ache, but it was a contented ache that felt amazing.

Abby wrapped her arms around him, her hands spread out as they spanned over his long back. Gibbs felt delirious, his frustrations about the case temporarily gone, and the feelings he'd held at bay for Abby finally unleashed. He sighed; every part of him felt satisfied and it was all because of her.

When he pushed himself back to stand up he couldn't help but smirk at her appearance. Her swollen lips were curved into a grin, her hair tousled and the hurried rise and fall of her chest told Gibbs that she felt just as wonderful as he did. "Lookin' pretty pleased with yourself there."

She sat up and returned to his arms, her lips beginning a journey across his collarbone as she mumbled, "And why shouldn't I? You're finally mine."

Gibbs didn't remember a time when he felt like he wasn't hers; even subconsciously when they'd been in relationships with other people. "Have been for a while Abbs."

He rested his head against hers. Now that they were exhausted, for a little while at least, he found he just wanted to hold her; to be sure he wasn't dreaming and that she wasn't going anywhere. "C'mon, your bed will be more comfortable and we both need sleep."

Following Abby to her bedroom, Gibbs studied her still naked body as she got in to bed and held up the covers for him to join her. When he snuggled up behind her and enclosed his arms around her he finally let himself accept that this was real, that she wanted to be with him.

Entangling his legs with hers, his growled "Mine" was followed by a gentle kiss behind her ear.

"Always," she responded, and he felt her legs start to rub between his.

Quietness fell between them and Gibbs assumed sleep was beginning to claim her. He knew he wouldn't be far behind her; it had been weeks since he'd slept deeply and uninterrupted.

The sound of her sleepy voice startled him and he couldn't help but notice how sexy she sounded in her tiredness. "Now when you get frustrated, you'll come to me first before you start throwing things?"

Gibbs smiled and held her tighter, never wanting to let her go. She would always be the first one he went to, for anything. "You'll be the first to know."

The End