Title: Hometown Hero
Spoilers: Hometown Hero, season 2
Summary: Gibbs feels bad that Abby had to miss her spa weekend with Kate
Gibbs watched as Abby moved around her lab, typing commands on the keyboard, the screens shutting down one by one and then moving to each of her machines. With a gentle touch and a whisper of thanks, she switched them off and prepared to go home. He was just about to make himself known when he caught her glance at a weekend bag situated beside her desk.
He felt guilty about making her miss her spa weekend with Kate. Abby worked more than all of his agents and if anyone needed a spa weekend, it was her. "Sorry," he spoke up, "sorry that you had to miss your spa appointments."
Abby startled and turned to face him, an easy smile on her face. "It's okay," she shrugged. "It's not like I can't go some other time. I'm just glad we got the case solved. Is Tony still crying about his car?"
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "He's suckered McGee into taking him to a bar to buy him a drink. I think he'll survive."
"But we'll never hear the end of it…" Abby headed toward her office and shrugged out of her lab coat, slipping into a black hoodie instead. "You headed out soon, Gibbs?"
He hadn't planned on leaving any time soon, but found himself asking if she was interested in grabbing a late dinner.
Abby looked at him a moment before nodding. "I'd like that."
"Come up to the squad room so I can grab my stuff and then we'll head out. Any place you'd like to go?" Together they headed for the elevator.
"Does Café Gibbs have steaks on the menu?"
Gibbs didn't even try to fight a smile. "Sure does."
"Does it have anything green to go with it?"
Gibbs thought back to a few nights prior when he tossed out the contents of the veggie drawer in his fridge, the lettuce wilted and brown. "Not so sure."
"I'll swing by the grocery store and get something for a salad, you get the steaks started?"
"Perfect." Gibbs grabbed a few things from his desk – his badge, gun and jacket and together they headed for the parking garage.
The warmth of the fire was the first thing she noticed when she stepped inside Gibbs' house, a large grocery bag in hand. Gibbs was sitting on the coffee table, tending to the steaks with a serious look on his face.
"Wow, looks like some intense work," she laughed, "I'll just toss together a salad real quick." She carried the items through to the kitchen and grabbed the items she needed.
She was still chopping vegetables when Gibbs carried a plate with two steaks in. He took a moment to admire her smooth strokes as she chopped with well-practiced ease all while telling him that Kate had called and they had been able to reschedule their weekend at the spa. He could easily see the tension in her shoulders, and without thinking, he set the plate with the meat on the counter and stepped up behind her to work out the knots he found.
"You really are tense, Abbs."
Abby stalled for a moment, taking in the feel of his large, firm hands as they zeroed in on her tense muscles. "Mmm, you've no idea," she stretched her head to the side and groaned when his thumb pressed harder.
She finished up the salad, but made no effort to move away. "Salad is ready."
Gibbs continued to work her muscles for a long minute and then ran his hands slowly down her arms. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her head. "Let's eat and then I'll keep working on some of those knots. I don't know how you can move with muscles like that."
"You're really quiet," Gibbs commented halfway through their meal.
"A little tired, but mostly just relaxed. You're really good with your hands. And to think I thought Jimmy had skills…"
Gibbs quirked an eyebrow, "You let just anyone on the Navy Yard give you a rubdown?"
Abby's fork paused halfway between her plate and her mouth. "Excuse me?"
"I didn't-" Gibbs sighed, he hadn't meant it to sound so derogatory or insinuate anything.
Abby knew he hadn't meant to hurt her feelings to she let it slide and turned it back around to him. "Didn't know you were jealous."
"I'm not." He wasn't, was he?
"Hmm, because I can't think of any other reason you would care that Jimmy Palmer was giving me a massage."
Gibbs rolled his eyes and ignored the inner panic as he realized that maybe he was jealous that Palmer had given her a massage. "Just don't let DiNozzo get involved, otherwise we're all going to be sent to a sexual harassment seminar again."
"If Tony wants to give me a massage, I'm not saying no. He's got strong hands too, though I doubt as strong as yours. I always thought that boat building was a little odd, but that's how your hands got so strong, isn't it?"
Gibbs didn't blush, but he could feel the tips of his ears heating up. It wasn't easy, but he managed to change the subject, not wanting to dwell on why exactly he was jealous. He couldn't exactly see Abby and Jimmy together – Tony, however, he could see. But since Jimmy had already gotten his hands on her, that's who he felt the need to glare at.
Eventually they cleaned up and moved to the sofa to enjoy the fire he had made. Gibbs was finally feeling relaxed when Abby sat forward and scooted to the edge of the couch. "Move your knees." She pushed his knees apart and then sat on the floor in front of him, between his legs. With a smile she glanced over her shoulder at him. "Now you can finish what you started."
Gibbs sat forward and pressed his thumbs to either side of her neck and bit back a groan when her head fell forward and she moaned. Neither spoke as he continued to work her tense muscles, along her neck and out to her shoulders. As he worked down the side of her neck with the spider web tattoo, she tilted her head to the side and rested her ear against his thigh giving him a good view of the tattoo.
Taking a break from the massage, Gibbs traced over the spider with a finger and then circled around the web. "Did this hurt?"
"Mm, a little. Hurt more the next day. Every time I turned my head… took a few days before I could move comfortably," she said. She wrapped her hand around Gibbs' shin and closed her eyes as his fingers continued to circle the lines of the web.
"What'd Jimmy think of the tattoo?"
Abby was quiet at moment, wondering if she was reading too much into his comment. "You don't have to be jealous of Jimmy, I'm not in love with him," she said softly.
"Then who are you in love with?" His fingers paused as he let the question sink in.
"Does it matter?" She glanced back over her shoulder at him.
Gibbs used his thumb to trace from her ear, down along her jaw. "Makes a big difference." When Abby didn't answer right away, Gibbs shifted her forward away from him and moved his leg over her to get up. "You should probably get going. It's getting late."
Abby scrambled to her feet and grabbed his arm before he could get too far. "Gibbs wait," she stepped to him, her eyes cast downward. "I just don't want to say something you'd rather I didn't."
"Abbs, nothing will change-"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Gibbs tilted her chin upward so that she was looking at him. "I meant that whatever you say, I will still love you." He leaned in to brush his lips softly against hers. "Whoever it that you love."
"You." She pushed up on her toes to return the kiss. "It's always been you."