The sun woke Abby that morning, filtering its way through the half-closed slats, illuminating the dust floating in the air. Her eyes fell on the sleeping body next to her, his chest rising and falling along with hers. He stirred under Abby's gaze, his eyes opening to meet hers.
"Good morning." Gibbs smiled softly.
"It is good today." Abby smiled back. A knot formed in her stomach, her body stiffening; that odd nervousness was back. Gibbs didn't seem to notice, and leaned his head closer to hers, kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"You want some coffee?" He asked.
"No thank you." Abby replied shortly, attempting to mask her shaky voice.
"Okay, I'll be right back, Abs."
Walking over to his closet, Gibbs pulled out a navy blue robe, putting it on. Abby forced a smile when he looked back to her, trying to hide the fact that she was slowly slipping beneath the covers. He walked our, unbeknownst to the turmoil raging inside her head.
As soon as Gibbs walked out, Abby threw the sheets over her head, burying herself as far down as she could go. Her breath coming in short gasps, she knew she was having a panic attack. She was here, in Gibbs's house… In his bed! She lifted the sheets up slightly… And naked, nonetheless!
This shouldn't be happening right now. Abby had had fantasies upon fantasies of she and her silver-haired boss, and never did she think this is how she would react when it finally happened. This was just wrong!
"Enough! Pull yourself together, Abigail Sciuto!" She growled, angry at herself for acting this way.
Gibbs heard the yelling; mumbled, but yelling all the same, and bolted up the stairs, leaving his coffee on the kitchen counter. He stopped in the doorway, seeing only the curled up figure of the woman he cared about more than anything in this world. No attacking assailant. Not even a spider like that one time with this last ex-wife. Just Abby. He sighed softly, walking over to the bed and crawling under the covers with her. Her eyes opened, not expecting him to be there.
"Gibbs…" She whispered, tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Abby. Oh, Abby." He replied, wiping away a lone tear.
"Gibbs, I-I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry, Abby. You didn't do anything wrong."
"This is wrong. This isn't how it's supposed to happen. It's all my fault."
"There's nothing 'wrong' with this, sweetheart. This is perfect. This is beautiful."
"Abby." Gibbs replied strongly. She fell silent, looking away from him. His hand ran through her loose hair, resting on her back.
"Tell me what's wrong, Abby."
"It's just that… I think I love you, Gibbs."
"I love you."
He was almost stunned. He'd heard it over and over, but this time it was different. It came from Abby and she made it different.
"Gibbs?" Abby questioned, seeing the look of uncertainty in his eyes.
"I—" He stopped. He could see Shannon's face, her lips moving, telling him she loved him as he left for Kuwait. He loved her… He would always love her. But somewhere inside of him, he knew that this is what Shannon would want. She would want him to be happy.
"Abigail Sciuto… Abby, I love you." He whispered. Abby's face lit up with his words, her smile wider than he'd ever seen it. She wrapped her arms around him, the feeling of him hugging her back comforting. Abby couldn't have been any happier, and truthfully, neither could Jethro.
"I think it's time we got to NCIS." Gibbs spoke softly into Abby's ear.
"Yeah, me too. We still have that crazy case to solve." Abby replied.
"Shower?" Gibbs smirked.
Abby grinned, "Let's save some water."