A/N: Okay, I have no excuse for not posting this sooner. We-ell, other than the fact that I've been in a fluffy mood for awhile. but that's not even a good excuse, because this is sort of a fluffy chapter. Um... I had something to tell you guys, but now I can't remember what it was! Damn it... Oh well- I'm sorry for not posting sooner. I hope you like this!

The drive to Abby's house was uneventful, to say the least. Abby stared out of Gibbs' side window the entire way there. Luckily for her, Gibbs knew the way. He watched her closely out of the corner of his eye, ready to pull over at the first sign of a problem. Of course, he would die before telling her that. Abby was an independent woman and she revelled in that. It was one of the reasons he loved her so much. So for the time being, he was content to simply watch over her protectively.

"Abby," he called gently, not wanting to interrupt her thought process. It was another of the things on his ever growing list of reasons he loved her. He could sit and listen to her intellect all day long, whether he understood it or not. Still, he didn't think that Ducky would be happy if he and Abby stayed in his car all night. Something told him that that wasn't quite Ducky's intention. "Abbs, we're here."

"I know," she replied, staring out of the window at her house. It was an average two story house, she supposed. At least on the outside. And, as did many of the houses in Virginia- especially the older ones- it had more landscaping than interior design. Her well kept, though relatively small, garden was contained by a wrought iron gate and fence that showed off just how much she loved her plants. There was ivy entwined around the bars. She loved her house, and didn't think that she could ever leave it.

"So… Why are we still sitting in my car?" asked Gibbs, sure that he was missing something blatantly obvious.

Abby shrugged. "Because I'm kind of tired and right now the passenger seat of your car is making a good substitute for my bed." She settled herself more comfortably in the chair and closed her eyes.

"Okay Abbs, that's it. It's time to get out now, okay?" he decided quickly, trying not to let his utter amusement show.

She turned her head away from the sun. "Five more minutes, please?" she requested, attempting to stifle a yawn.

Gibbs sighed and jumped out of his car, rushing to her side and opening her door. He was a moment too late though, as Abby was fast asleep. She must have really been tired. "Sorry Abbs," he murmured as he gently shook her shoulder. "Come on, please wake up?" he whispered encouragingly. She stirred and opened one unfocused eye. He chuckled as she frowned at him. "Let's get you inside and to bed, okay?"

She nodded but made no attempt to get out of the car, or even sit up for that matter.

"Abbs? Are you okay?"

"I'm awake," she told him proudly.

He chuckled softly. "Yes, I know. That's good. Now how about you give me your keys, okay?"

She pulled a face but apparently convinced herself to sit up and find her purse. She retrieved it and pulled out a set of keys. Luckily for him, there were only five on the ring, and he recognized two of them as keys to her lab and filing cabinets. That left one for her lock, one for her deadbolt that she was sure to have, and one for her car. Of course, he recognized the car key instantly. So that was really only two keys. He took them for her, but she still simply sat there. He sighed, not wanting to get into a debate with Abby about the benefits of sleeping in cars or something similar. He reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt and gently lifted her into his arms.

He couldn't help but notice how light she was. He hardly noticed that she was there. Well, no, that wasn't true. He was completely aware that he was holding her in his arms, and he didn't think he'd soon forget it either.

"Okay, I guess that this means that you win then, doesn't it?" She liked feeling his arms holding her. It made her feel safe, which was an amazingly new sensation before. The last time she had felt safe had been the night before her dad left.

"It all depends on your perspective." He was reminding her of one of their previous conversations from the days when he had actually come down to see her in the lab. Those days were slowly fading, and she missed them terribly. "According to me though, yes, I win."

Satisfied and amazingly happy, she settled her head onto his shoulder. But Gibbs reached her door all too soon for either of them.

"Okay Abbs, I'm going to have to put you down now, okay?" She made a face against his shirt, but knew better than to complain outwardly. At her nod, he set her half conscious body on her front porch and steadied her before turning to unlock the door. Once it was open, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her exhausted body inside. He could tell she was about to collapse in the entrance and he picked her up again with a small grin. "Okay Abbs, where's your bedroom?"

She pointed up and in the vague direction of her stairs. He decided not to tell her that he probably could have figured that one out all on his own. He carried her carefully up the stairs and paused on the landing. There were three doors on either side of the hallway and one door directly in front of him at the end. He decided that the one at the end would be his best bet.

He opened the door and knew instantly that this was none other than the infamous Abby's bedroom. It was painted in red and black, which alternated depending on the wall. All kinds of black shirts, skirts, pants and pyjamas were tossed carelessly on the floor. He congratulated himself for not rushing over to bag and tag them for evidence collection, even though he did have bags, labels and permanent markers in his car. No one would ever accuse him of coming to a crime scene unprepared.

"What's wrong?" mumbled Abby sleepily as he stood rooted to the spot.

Gibbs gave himself a mental shake. "Nothing, I just- Do you want to sleep in your bed or your coffin?" he quipped good-naturedly.

She opened her eyes slightly, just so that she could glare at him. "Very funny. My bed, wise guy."

He smiled and carried her over to it. He hadn't even seen the coffin, but he didn't question its existence. He pulled the large black comforter on her bed back with one hand and helped her get settled in for the rest of the day, and what would probably turn into the rest of the night. He pulled the covers back up around her body and tucked in the edges. Finishing with that, he wandered over to her window. He looked out over the wide spread of land before closing the thick black curtains. It was a very nice room, he decided with a small smile. He turned to look on his now fast-asleep lab rat and the smile widened.

He walked back over to the bed and brushed several strands of pure black hair off of her face. With a soft chuckle, he kissed her forehead gently. He would have loved nothing more than to let himself watch her sleep the entire time he was here. But something told him that she wouldn't appreciate that. "Sweet dreams Abbs," he whispered softly in her ear, letting his lips linger there just a little longer than was really necessary. He left her room and shut the door noiselessly behind him. He decided to be a good little boy and sleep on her couch. It was adorned with throw pillows and he had noticed a blanket folded across the top of it.

He lay down quietly and allowed his mind to wander into a familiar territory. It was a good thing that no one made an attempt at getting into her house, as he was completely lost in thoughts of the girl sleeping almost directly above him. Little did he know that Abby was up in her bedroom, suddenly no longer able to sleep. Or, maybe she was asleep and was simply dreaming her first pleasant dream in over a year.