Here's a new one. Early established Gabby, lol. Not sure where all these stories are coming from, but can't stop putting them to "paper." Let me know what you think. Rated M this time. Sorry about the last one, not sure about these ratings and stuff.

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A Hint of Doubt Goes Awry.

"What'd'ya got for me, Abs?"

Abby turned at the sound of Gibbs' voice, smiling at the sight of the Caf-Pow and her boyfriend. She chuckled as she took the soda from his hand. The idea that Leroy Jethro Gibbs could be anyone's boyfriend, much less hers, amazed her. But he was. Hers. Or was he? She sucked the drink through the straw as once again the question rose again.

"Abs!" Gibbs raised his voice just a bit, waiving his hand in front of her face. "What do you GOT?"

"Sorry!" She handed the Caf-Pow back to Gibbs and turned to her computers. "I just emailed all this to you and the team, but as long as you're here," she clicked few more keys of the computer. "The blood on the knife definitely belonged to Petty Officer Simms, the finger prints on the knife definitely belonged to Mrs. Petty Officer Simms, and the knife in question definitely came from a set given to the not-so-happy couple by Admiral and Mrs. Simms, the deceased parents." She pulled the soda from his hands, taking a huge gulp before placing it on her work bench.

Gibbs smiled at her report. "That's good work, Abby," he said, running a hand down her arm and kissing her cheek.

That slight action of affection spurred Abby on, ready to approach a subject that had been plaguing her mind for the past few weeks. The past few weeks that she and Gibbs had been dating. Dating…she was dating Gibbs. Gibbs was her boyfriend and they were dating. After ten years of knowing each other, after a decade of flirting and small kisses and hugs, and after one slightly inebriated make out session under the mistletoe during last year's Christmas party, Gibbs had finally admitted he wanted her. And Gibbs, being Gibbs, knew that she wanted him. So they've been dating. For three weeks. Dinners, movies (where he was usually asleep half way in), nights in his basement, nights just talking. Just…dating. Which made Abby wonder if "wanted" was the wrong word, as he had yet to even approach the subject of…

"Is there anything else, Abby?" he asked, head cocked at her seeming inattentiveness.

"There is!" she proclaimed. She took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled. Hands on hips, she faced him squarely and directly. "Are you afraid of me?"

Gibbs blinked at her question. "Am I what?"

"Afraid of me!" Hands waived in frustration. "That's the only reason I can think of, that you're afraid of me or something. Anything! Because Gibbs, I just don't understand."

"That makes two of us," Gibbs said, holding her flailing hands down to her sides and pulling her close. "From the beginning, please," he instructed.

She raised her head, green eyes catching his blue ones. "Why won't you sleep with me, Gibbs?" she asked bluntly. "Don't you want me?"

Want her? Jesus, it was all he could do not to take her right now. "Abby…"

"Really, Gibbs, if you've changed your mind, if you don't want to see me anymore, please just let me know now. I'll—"

Her tirade was cut off by his mouth, silencing her with a hard, fast kiss. "Do you have any idea how much I do want you, Abby?" He twirled her a bit, pulling her back up against the front of his body, letting her feel his hardness. "Did you notice that I've started wearing my shirts un-tucked?" Her head shook. "That because of you, Abby. Because I'm usually so fucking hard thinking about you, seeing you, smelling you, it would show otherwise." She whimpered a bit as his hips shifted slightly, rubbing his cock against her ass.

"Want to know where I want you, Abby?" She nodded. "Here." He moved her to face her work station. "I think about you down here, working, and know how easy it would be to take the elevator down here. I want to walk up behind you, lift your lab coat and your tiny, teasing skirt, pull down your panties and fuck you from behind. Trap you against your work bench and take out both our frustrations on your body, in your lab."

He smiled into her hair as a tiny shiver ran through her body. Gibbs turned them to the left. "And here, Abby," he continued. "I'd lift you up, sit you against your mass spectrometer, open your legs and feast on you, licking and sucking you until you came hard against my mouth."

Gibbs tightened his arms as she started to weaken. "And here." Another turn and they were facing her office. "I'd sit in your chair, pulling you down to ride me, ride me hard, letting you set the pace, letting you bring us to the edge and over."

"Gibbs…" Abby could barely breathe, her hips moving of their own accord against Gibbs crotch. "Do it, please," she pleaded.

"Uh uh," he replied. "Where I am going to have you," he concluded, "is at my house, in the new bed I bought." He twirled her around to face him. With her platforms they were on equal eye level, and he held her gaze. "I want our first time to be special. I want it to be memorable." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I want to take my time, to undress you, piece by piece, to kiss all of you, to see you in the light, to feast on you as slowly as I want." A small kiss on her mouth. "I want you Abby, more than I should, probably more than is sane." He pulled her close and held her, waiting for her heart and breathing to return to normal.

"Wow," she finally said against his chest. "I guess I shouldn't have doubted it, huh?"

"No, you shouldn't have doubted me." He held her close, rocking them both a bit.

"Hey, boss," DiNozzo walked into the lab. "Aw, geez, boss! Rule 12-point-A, please!"

Rule 12.A was put into place once Gibbs and Abby started dating; Rule 12, of course, was to never date a co-worker. But since Gibbs wrote the rules, it was understood he could break them. The "A" part was added for the benefit of the team, and prohibited PDA between the couple at work. DiNozzo turned away from them, rubbing the sight of Abby and Gibbs in a clinch out of his eyes. "Mrs. Simms' confessed, and the Admiral would like a word."

Gibbs let go of Abby. *Tonight,* he signed.

Abby smiled. *Tonight,* she signed.

Gibbs passed Tony as he exited the lab, the younger man bracing for the head slap that never came. Tony turned to Abby with a puzzled expression on his face. "There's something different about the way he dresses these days," Tony observed. "But I just can't figure it out what it is. "