Title: Driving me Crazy
Disclaimers: Well, I do not own them and that is pretty unfair – they again belong to DPB! Why does he always have to own the best shows and the best characters? Could someone explain that to me? His characters are always suffering too much. So I have decided to borrow them for a little while, the length of a story, but I promise to give them back though I really wish I could keep them for myself.
Classification: Abby /Gibbs stuff. Romance. What else is there?
Rating: T to M (+13 to +18 as always to be on the safe side, isn't it?)
Spoilers: "Driven" season 4
Summary: A little realization after a certain scene with a 'going mad car'.
Author's note: the only thing I have to say is that this story is for my heart friend Jenny Davis. As for the rest, you all know why I write.
Feedbacks: well, I'd love them, of course – who wouldn't? But please, only if you respect my work because it takes a lot of time and energy to get a story together. I love writing; I wouldn't allow anyone to discourage me from doing so, never. I don't have any problems at all with readers who choose not to go for this, but I decidedly do with those who write disrespectful mails just because they didn't get the ending they would have wanted. If you want to tell me what I might have done better within the story I made up, you're always very welcome to let me know. But if your only concern is to rant about it, then please, do it in private, okay? Thank you.
He was parked in the street facing her house; he'd been parked there for several minutes now. The lights in her living room were still on, so he could see her. All he could see was a dark shape pacing through the slight opened curtains. This afternoon had been an awful experience.
What if he hadn't come to check out how she was doing with the evidence? What if he had come down a few seconds later? Abby would have died in the metallic prison the car had become. She would have suffocated… that simple thought made Gibbs shiver.
The simple idea that she could have died made him feel sick with anger. When the elevator doors had opened and he'd seen her locked in the car crying out for help, his heartbeat had increased. Fear had run down his spine. The reason why he'd come down to the garage had been long forgotten, as was everything else: where he was, who he was…
The only thing he was focused on now was Abby and, how to get her out of there. To save her. He dropped his coffee and ran toward the car. Gibbs pulled on the handle, pushed but the door wouldn't give away. When he realized he couldn't open the locked car door while seeing Abby struggling to breathe through that thick white fog, a million thoughts had battled in his head: Abby dying while he watched helplessly, the fact that he would kill McGee for not having paid more attention to her…
All the things he hadn't told her, all things he still wanted to tell her—how important she was to him, how much she meant to him. His brain functioned to two hundred miles an hour. He ran toward the fire extinguished that hang on the wall, took it before running back to the car to tell Abby to cover her head before he slammed the device into the car window, when she was finally safe in his arms, he'd hugged her tightly and closed his eyes in relief. All he wanted to do was hold her against him and never let her go.
Then, Abby had asked him permission to hug him, as if she was doing something wrong—when the hell had hugging someone ever been seen as a red light signal?— Rule existed for a reason of course, but some of them were really stupid. A red light signal could never be applied in Abby's case anyway. They could asked the team if they wanted they would tell them the same thing. Gibbs sure even Ziva would say it.
Abby was like the Hope diamond: she was an inestimable treasure, not made to fit anywhere or on anyone, but beautiful to everyone who ever looked at it.
He needed to see her, see that she was really—still okay— just to make sure. Opening the car door, he climbed out of it. After he'd locked his car, he walked toward the door and when he was about to reach it… it opened.
Surprised to see him there, Abby almost jumped, but a smile rapidly appeared on her lips, like every time she saw him.
"Gibbs? What are you doing here? I was just leaving to come and see you."
"And I came to see you," he answered.
She tilted her head to the side a little and looked at him with her big green eyes in that way only she could. When she looked at him that specific way he had the impression she was penetrating his soul. Gibbs felt his heart skip a beat.
"See, Gibbs, I told you we are connected," she told him excitedly.
Gibbs simply looked at her, smiling.
"Shall we walk or do you want to come in?"
"Maybe we should go in, because it's not really warm out here."
"Right" she stated, and turned on her heels to head back inside, but she suddenly turned to face him without any warning and almost knocked her head with his.
"Sorry," she said a little sheepishly, and added softly, "I'm glad you're here."
"Me too," was his simple reply, as she opened the door. Entering, she motioned for him to follow.
Abby reached for the doorknob, intending to close the door, but suddenly her hands started to shake and she was unable to stop them. Gibbs didn't say anything, but slowly covered her hand with his. Guiding her hand, they completed the motion as one. That simple action made them feel both warm inside and even more connected to each other.
They let go of one another without a word. Abby left the door unlocked as she took off her black coat and headed for the kitchen, when she heard Gibbs say: "You know, Abby, you should lock your door at night…"
"Yeah, I know I should, but tonight, I have the best protection a woman can dream of…"
Abby looked at him over her shoulder with a devilish smile and an intriguing sparkle of light in her wonderful green eyes.
Gibbs felt his breath catch in his throat, and his heart missed a beat. Suddenly he wasn't so sure, coming to her place was such a good idea after all. He didn't really know what was going to happen from now on. Gibbs hadn't planned anything, he just wanted to check out on her tonight that was why he'd come to her place, but now his mind and body wanted something too, but he didn't want to rush or force anything on her. Then again, no one could force Abbs to do something she didn't want to do anyway.
This entire situation was crazy and he had this strong impression that he wouldn't be able to hold control on the situation for very much longer tonight. He could lead his team, make them obey—that he could do, yes, but there was an exception, and that exception was named Abby. She could ask him anything she wanted, and he simply couldn't resist her and she knew it. Just as well she knew that he would protect her with his life if he had to.
She'd been a refreshing breeze in his life since he'd known her; she'd always been able to ease his pain and make him laugh without even realizing it. Abby was the way she was with everyone, she never pretended to be someone else just to please somebody. Abby would help every single person on her own if she could, but she would never change for anyone and that's what Gibbs liked so much about her.
Gibbs wandered around the living room a few moments before heading to the kitchen, where Abby was standing in front of the fridge. He leaned against the door frame and just watched her. She wasn't wearing her pigtails anymore, and Gibbs discovered he liked seeing her long hair cascade around her shoulders.
No matter how she wore her clothes or her hair, Gibbs always had this warm feeling in him when she was around. Lately he had found himself wanting to go pay a visit to her lab more often—and sometimes he tried to avoid her, sending Tony to see her instead in an attempt to fight his feelings.
It was a stupid thing to do and he knew it. His feelings for her wouldn't miraculously disappear when he saw her less. Fighting feelings was never a good thing to do. They were persistent and could easily drive you nuts, and that was exactly what was happening to the team leader of the NCIS's best agents.
He should know that by now, with three ex-wives and… no, he wouldn't let himself go down that path again. He'd been hurt enough when it had all happened. He knew Shannon and Kelly wouldn't have wanted him to be sad or grieve for them his entire life. They would want him to be happy.
Gibbs had finally been able to spend an entire day with his Shannon, his beloved wife, and his daughter, Kelly. He was in his basement working on his boat when he heard footsteps bouncing down the stairs loudly. Looking up at the staircase, Leroy Jethro Gibbs smiled at his daughter.
"Hi, daddy, can I help?" She asked her father while running toward him.
"Sure, honey, come on over here," he instructed her, placing her in front of him with her back against his chest.
He slowly placed her smaller hand on the sander and then, gently taking hold of it, he moved it back and forth.
"Daddy, why does it need to be sandpapered?"
"Well, honey…" he started, then took her other hand and placed it gently on another rib of the skeleton of his boat before looking at her. "You feel that?"
"Yeah, it's rough and kind of ticklish…" She laughed a little and so did Gibbs.
"Now, feel this part we just sanded," he told her while removing the sander from under their hands.
She did and her eyes widened. "Wow, this is smooth," she said, looking up at her father, caressing the piece once more.
"Yeah, isn't it? Well, that is exactly the reason why something made of wood is sanded," Gibbs explained to his daughter, placing a kiss on her temple.
"Love you, daddy," Kelly said eagerly, turning around to face him and cuddling herself against his chest.
"Love you too, sweetie," he told her as he held her tightly in his arms.
"Huh?" He asked as if he'd just woken up.
Abby handed him a beer. "On which planet were you?"
"Gibbs, you were definitely miles away from here…"
"Sorry, Abbs. Old memories were playing in my head, that's all."
"Want to talk about it?" She ventured, gently, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn't talk to her about it. Gibbs was a very private man.
Abby headed back to the living room. Gibbs followed her with his eyes and didn't move from the doorframe for a few more minutes. Abby set herself comfortably on one of the couches.
Abby looked back at him, thinking he looked awfully handsome like that. When she had hugged him earlier it had felt so good after he'd saved her.
He saved me she, she told herself. He's a hero. He's my hero and will always be.
Additional note: the chapter has been slightly changed.
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