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Breaking From the Lab: Chapter Two

B.F.L. Chapter One
B.F.L. Chapter Two
B.F.L. Chapter Three
B.F.L. Chapter Four
B.F.L. Chapter Five
B.F.L. Chapter Six

Abby was shutting down her equipment in the basement when the ding of the elevator let her know someone was invading her space. Hitting the off button to her personal computer she listened for a greeting and received none. Turning she ran into Gibbs and gasped. "We have to stop meeting like this Jethro." She straightened herself up and took a step back to make some space, feeling Gibbs' arms slip away from her where they'd been sitting a moment ago.

"I just came down to say you're right. I think we should talk." Gibbs' face was stoic but his intense gray eyes rooted Abby to the spot. He watched while she played with the edges of her gloves and images of their night down in the lab flooded back. Those gloves felt amazing on his bare skin. "Why don't you come to my place tonight, hmm Abbs?" He upturned a smile to her, fishing in his pocket for his keys. "I'll drive."

Abby cocked a hip out to one side and gawked momentarily. "After what the boys have said about your driving, I have to question your motives here. Do you want to talk or kill me?" she asked returning his smile.

Jethro grinned. "You really believe everything Tony says?" he asked, placing a large hand on her hip and nudging her to walk beside him towards the elevator.

She had half a mind to fight him and take a strong womanly stance but his warm hand felt so good, walking next to him made her feel like she had a strong place in his life, and that overrode her thoughts of flight. Abby allowed Gibbs to walk her into the elevator and she may have even leaned into him, making his arm slip around her waist.

Gibbs smiled as he pulled her close to him once they were tucked away behind metal doors. He hit the button to the first floor, deliberately drawing even closer to her. Their breath mixed and lips quickly met in a crushing kiss. Abby felt herself wrapped into Jethro's arms in a tight embrace that had her being pulled up to her toes. Her arms were pressed up against his chest between the two of them, gripping at his shirt and keeping them together.

He watched with half-mast eyelids as Abby's slid completely closed. Gibbs could feel her chest rising and falling faster with her compromised breathing. He loved the taste of her and was not ready to pull back just yet, even to let her catch her breath. Pressing his tongue against her lips he tasted her black lip-stick which oddly wasn't so bad. It had a sourness that mingled with her sweet breath like candy. The feel of her under his hands was bliss. He knew they needed to talk but he couldn't help but have her close to him again.

The ding of the elevator had Gibbs near the point of cursing. Reluctantly he let her slowly go, easing her back down to flat feet. They passed small knowing smiles as they stepped off, Abby slightly before Jethro, and headed for the parking garage exit. The drive was fairly long as Gibbs lived a way from work. Abby climbed out of the car and looked at his house. She was sure if any neighbors were watching they would find it more than odd that a young Goth woman was about to head into Leroy Jethro Gibbs' house. For goodness sake, she wasn't even a redhead.

Hell must be freezing over right this moment.

Jethro led her up the steps of his porch and inside, holding the door for her. He didn't seem to be thinking about the same thing as Abby, or at least he didn't care if anyone did happen to see them together late at night.

Stepping into the house Abby had to resist stopping and gawking. It was so plain, so white and wooden, so…anally Gibbs. "Mm, I suppose there is more room here than in my place." She turned to flash him an impish grin.

He gently shook his head and smiled back, laying a hand on her shoulder and nodding towards his living room. Again, it was plain and sterile looking. Abby was going to have to fix this feng shui problem.

The two of them sat down on the same couch, Gibbs lounging against the arm of the couch with one leg stretched down its length and Abby pressed against his chest, boots kicked off and resting on the floor. "You know, the very position on your couch is answering a lot about what I wanted to talk about." Abby looked up at him from her curled, girly position.

Gibbs raised his eyebrows as he looked down at her, hands wrapping about her medium frame. "Good, I was hoping that this wouldn't be overly complicated. I'm not that good with conversation about myself."

"Mhm, I think everyone who knows you knows that about you," Abby said kissing his jawline. "Then, how are we going to go about this, Jethro? I have no plans on letting you go now that I have you in my grasp."