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Summary: Abby is a welcome distraction for Gibbs.

A/N: Written for the Gabby Shippers forum, Hiatus Drive 2012, Week 4, prompt: Distraction.

Many thanks to Gosgirl for her encouragement, head-slapping and hand-holding.

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He was vaguely aware of the feel of cold metal beneath him, accompanied by bright lights and dull throbs of pain, although seemingly on the outreaches of his awareness. He could hear distant whispers and mumbling rumbling voices, sprinkled with scattered words that sounded like "scalpel", "tweezers", "sutures" and "gauze, please."

All of that was just a background soundtrack for the lovely vision before him. Wide green eyes, swimming with moisture, gazing intently into his. Pure white skin framed by a dark halo of hair. Soft pale hand tenderly stroking down the side of his cheek. Warm living breath brushing over his parched lips. Murmured words of encouragement, that struck a chord somewhere way down deep in his chest. He floated, relishing the moment, fighting down the unease and discomfort that lurked around the edges of his consciousness.

A sharp pain made him flinch, gasping her name. "Abby."

"Shhhhh, Gibbs. Just lie still, mon cher. Ducky's almost done." Abby crooned softly in his ear.

"Sorry, Jethro. I'd prefer you did this at the hospital with proper anesthetic. But since you are so damn stubborn . . ."

Ducky's words faded again into the background as Abby moved even closer to him. He could feel her upper body pressing against his as she leaned over him. He could smell her unique perfume, faintly reminiscent of gunpowder. He could listen to her forever, her soft sultry accent and sweet endearments soothing and calming him, more than an anesthetic ever could.

"There are just a few more slivers to go. You need just a little more distraction, Gibbs. "

"Is that what this is?" he croaked. I was thinking it was more like heaven.

Although he didn't think it was possible, her face moved even closer. And then something he'd longed for, for years, finally happened. Soft yet firm lips softly touched his, caressing, comforting, yet a little arousing as well. He felt just a tip of tongue brush his and suddenly . . .

All of his senses were filled with Abby. All of his awareness focused on her. She was all he could see, smell, touch, hear, taste. Hell, Duck could cut off my leg, and I wouldn't know. Or care.

He fought the urge to move, to get closer to her, instead pressing his lips more firmly to hers, allowing himself to sink into the moment, into her.

Wanting more, needing more.

His eyes spoke volumes to her, trying to communicate in a single gaze, everything he wanted to say and do to her.

He saw every bit of it reflected back to him in her eyes and her smile. Felt every bit of it in her touch and her kiss.

"Well that's all done, then. " Ducky spoke briskly, breaking the spell. "Good work, Abigail. You were a welcome distraction. Jethro didn't seem to feel a thing."

THE END