Because it's raining and you asked for it here is Kiss with a more 'satisfying' ending.

It had been a truly awful week and as he waited for the elevator late one Friday night Special Agent Gibbs was looking forward to heading home to his boat and bourbon. The doors open and as he steps in his favorite forensic scientist greets him.

"Gibbs."
"Abby."
As he reaches to press the button she leans forward and flicks the emergency stop switch plunging them into darkness lit only by the safety lighting.
"Abs!" He is so tired and not in the mood to play games.
"Gibbs." She presses her body into his until he is backed against the wall. He can feel her breasts through the thin cotton of her blouse. She nibbles at his ear then grips the back of his head with one hand to bring his lips to hers running the other through his hair.
His tongue slides along her succulent lips before pushing into her mouth. They take a moment tasting each other. His hands on her back as if it were possible to pull her closer than she already is.

Still in his embrace she leans back exposing her throat and undoing the top two buttons of her blouse showing the tops of her breasts barely contained by the black lace of her bra. He kisses his way down her throat before gently sucking a nipple. Her grip brings his head up and she kisses him firmly on the mouth before stepping back. She re-buttons her blouse and flicks the switch again.
The doors open.
"Are you coming Agent Gibbs?" she whispers in his ear before stepping out and walking away.
"Yes ma'am." Suddenly he isn't feeling quite so tired.

He stops and chats with the security guard for a moment then heads out. As he crosses the car park he notices that she is parked right at the end of the lot in what they both know is the blind spot for the cameras. He catches up with her by her hearse and placing a hand on her shoulder turns her to him.

"Abby."
"Gibbs". He takes hold of the chain that dangles from her collar and leads her into the shrubbery at the corner of the building where he knows they can't be seen.
"What did I tell you about teasing me Abs?"
She grins and runs her tongue across her lips. "Not to do it at work?"
He presses his body into hers forcing her back against the wall as he whispers in her ear.
"Yes."
She whispers back "Well what are you going to do about it special agent Gibbs?
"I think you know". He steps back and stares at her. Her response is to simply bend down and take off her shoes, thankful that today is one of those rare days she is not wearing boots. She leans back against the wall. His hands glide swiftly up her legs then roughly he pushes up her skirt and rips the thin black lace of her panties so they fall to the floor. She steps from them as his fingers climb higher gently stroking, exploring making sure she is as ready for him as he is for her.
"Gibbs" She reaches for his waist and with practiced hands undoes his belt and flies. Then grips his shoulders.
"Oh, Abs." His hands reach round behind her and she begins to nibble his neck as he suddenly lifts her to him. She responds by gripping him harder and digging her heels into his back.
"Gibbs" she gasps somewhere between pain and pleasure. They begin to rock together building a rhythm born of both familiarity and desire where there is no longer any need for mere words. This is not making love or a simple physical reaction it is possession, a claiming of each other and an acknowledgment that they really are tighter than blood.

Afterwards they cling together a moment then rearrange their clothing silently before walking back to their cars not looking at each other before simply whispering
"Gibbs."
"Abs" and then entering their cars and driving away.