Abby woke clutching something soft. She struggled to open her eyes; she hadn't been asleep for long, maybe four or five hours. The sun pouring in through the window made it impossible to sleep any longer.

She pressed her face against the pillow in her arms and stretched her legs. She might not have slept long, but she had slept well.

"Gibbs?" Her voice was low and raspy.

"I'm here, Abbs." He placed a hand over her foot that was sticking out of the blanket that was covering her.

Abby propped herself up on her elbows to look at Gibbs. He sat at the end of the bed with his back towards her.

"What are you doing?" Abby pulled the sheet up around her and then scooted to the end of the bed. She smoothed her palm out across his back and rested her chin on his shoulder. "Gibbs?"

He turned his head and kissed her cheek. "Which ones do you want?"

"What, what?"

Gibbs scooted back slightly and pulled her around to sit on his lap. "I don't want to spend another night alone. I want you to stay here."

"I will. I mean, I can't promise that I'll stay confined to this room for the rest of my life, but I'll always come back. Not like I would stray, but you know… work, friends, the kitchen."

"You are impossible Abbs." Gibbs touched his lips to her ear. "I want you to stay here permanently, as in, move in."

"I know what you meant, and I will."

"Good. So which ones do you want?" He nodded to the long dresser lining the wall. "There is plenty of room in the closet as well, but I certainly don't use all the drawers."

"I'll figure it out later, but right now I need a shower. I smell like you." Abby pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. "Care to join me?"

"No. If I do, we won't get anything done today. It's already past noon. Plus, I already showered."

"You should've woken me." Abby trailed a finger down his chest.

He stopped her finger before it was able to get too far, and brought it to his lips. "There is plenty of time for that later. Go shower."

"It's Sunday. What do we have to get done today?"Abby pushed off his lap, the sheet still wrapped loosely around her. She bent to dig through her bag for a fresh pair of clothes.

Gibbs admired the sight before him. The intricate lines of the ornate cross on her back moved as searched for something to wear. "We can start bringing some of your stuff over. You don't need to be paying rent on that place any longer than needed."

Abby stopped in the doorway and turned to look over her shoulder at Gibbs. "Sounds good, but Gibbs, there will have to be a few changes."


"I need high-speed internet and digital cable."

"Whatever you want, Abbs. Whatever you want."

"I wouldn't say that, if I were you."

"And why is that?" Gibbs followed her into the hallway.

"Because I'd really like pet monkey, but we both know that isn't likely to happen." Abby stopped in the doorway to the bathroom.

"Alright, whatever you want… within reason." He kissed her bare shoulder as he stepped past her and headed downstairs.

Gibbs was still downstairs when Abby finished her shower. She stood in Gibbs' bedroom, correction, their bedroom and looked around. She still had a towel wrapped around her hair as she dumped the contents of her bag out on Gibbs bed. None of the items that she had with her needed to be hung, she walked to the dresser drawers and searched through them.

She claimed the empty drawers, putting her stuff away. She was about to return to the bathroom to run a comb through her hair when an idea struck her. Abby opened the drawer she had claimed for her underwear. "This ought to do…" Abby held up her skimpiest thong and smiled. She opened random drawers until she found the one containing his socks. "…just a little something to spice up his Monday morning."

*Three weeks later*

Tony sat back in his chair and looked over the squad room. Things had gotten back to normal over the past few weeks. Gibbs was back and finally cleared to be back out in the field – not that he had followed the rules to begin with, but still…

And Abby, he thought, she was back to normal. She may have paid a little extra attention to Gibbs, but nothing out of the ordinary. They had always been close. Close. Close?

"Wait a minute." Tony said, to no one in particular. "Has Abby moved out of Gibbs' place?"

Ziva and McGee exchanged glances and looked back to their computers.

Tony shot to his feet. "Wait, do you two know something that I don't?"

"Know what, DiNozzo?" Gibbs strode round the corner, coffee cup in hand.

"Uh, well… see, I was just…" Tony looked from Ziva to McGee and back to Ziva again pleading for an intervention. A welcome interference came in the form of a phone call to Gibbs' desk.

"Dead sailor, lets go."

The three agents grabbed their guns, and all followed Gibbs towards the elevator. Tony watched with wide eyes as McGee handed a crisp $50 to Ziva.

They rode to the crime scene in silence, Tony mulling a million different questions in his mind. The pulled up to find the scene had been taped off by local LEO's.


"Talk to the owner of the property, get the names and numbers of the neighbors."


"Get a statement from the woman who found the body."


"Get photos and start bagging and tagging. On it, boss."

Gibbs nodded and took a sip of his coffee. "Oh, and DiNozzo…"

"Yeah, boss?"

"If you are curious about Abby's living arraignments, ask her. I'm sure she'll tell you."

Tony stumbled over his words. By the time he had come up with an answer Gibbs had walked away.


Abby dialed Gibbs phone.

"Yeah, Abbs?"

Abby paused and looked at her phone, she could still hear it ringing, yet Gibbs had answered.

"Turn around, Abby."

Abby spun around to see Gibbs and Tony approaching.

"Whoa, how did you know?! I've already got a DNA match for you, and three sets of prints from the gun."

Gibbs ignored the question and stepped up the flat screen and waited for her to pop the information up on the screen.

"The dead sailor is Adam Lee. He was on a 36 hour leave, and was due back this morning. The prints on the gun belong to..." Abby rattled off the information with practiced ease. She already had the names and address printed up and held it out as Gibbs stepped towards her. He set down a small stuffed animal on her keyboard and kissed her cheek softly.

"Good work, Abbs. Tony, call in his commanding officer."

"Sure thing, boss." Tony waited until Gibbs was in the elevator before turning back to Abby. "What was that all about?"

Abby hugged the stuffed animal to her chest and smiled brightly. "He got me a monkey."



*Sniff sniff* First of all, I've got to say… I'm sad to see this one end. I had a lot fun writing this (ok, the gabby sizz-ex was a lil' difficult).

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