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Title: Do You Remember?
A/N: Written for the Gibbs/Abby Shipper Forum weekly Creative Drive for the prompt 'memory'.
A cold wind ushered Abby into the bar where she was expecting to find Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. She had been to his home and when she hadn't found him there, she felt certain that he would be at their usual watering hole. The week had ended with a horrendous case that she knew would hit Gibbs hard. It had hit the entire team hard, including herself, and she was hoping to be of some comfort to their stoic leader. Scanning the Friday-night crowd, she was relieved to finally spot him. He didn't notice when she sat on the stool beside him and she wondered how long he had been drinking alone, trying to drown out the memory of a murdered wife and two children. It wasn't until the bartender stood before her and she ordered a vodka tonic that Gibbs looked her way at the sound of her voice.
His eyes were at half-mast. "Hey, Abbs, didn't see you come in," he said slowly, trying to enunciate each word without slurring it.
Abby looked at his tired sad face and couldn't ever remember seeing him this drunk before. "How 'bout I give you a ride home, Gibbs."
He returned his attention to the amber liquid in his glass before raising it to his lips and taking a long sip of the bitter bourbon. "In a bit," he agreed, nodding.
Abby took a swallow from her own drink. "Supposed to be a snowstorm moving down the coast tomorrow," she said, trying to start a conversation.
Gibbs heaved a sigh and turned to Abby with a lost look in his eyes. "How can a guy not see how lucky he is when he has it right in front of him?"
Abby knew he was referring to the case and the husband that had been charged with three counts of murder. Gibbs had interrogated the sergeant major for three hours before finally getting a confession and full statement. Reaching out, Abby covered his hand with hers on top of the bar. "I don't know, Gibbs," she said softly. "But let's not think about him, okay? You caught him and he'll get what he deserves."
Slowly his blue eyes softened and he turned his hand over, gripped her fingers and lifted them to his lips. "You're right. Let's talk about something else." His lips brushed lightly across her knuckles before he lowered their hands to rest upon her knee. "You see that red-head at the end of the bar. I was thinking of going home with her tonight."
Gibbs' words felt like a weight dropping to the pit of Abby's stomach as she took a quick glance at the woman. She saw a mass of curly red hair, heavy makeup, and a blouse cut so low you could practically see her belly button. Abby squirmed on her seat and took a gulp from her drink. "You want me to leave?"
His warm hand slid from her knee to the middle of her thigh as he drained the rest of the dark russet liquid from his glass. "No," he responded in a low tight voice and motioned to the bartender for a refill. "I'd like you to spend the night with me."
She felt his fingers press lightly against the inside of her leg, making her heart rate quicken. Was Gibbs making a move on her? Well, it didn't matter if he was… he was drunk. Abby waited for the bartender to set a new drink in front of him and move away before she spoke. "I'll take you home, and just for clarification, are you asking me to sleep with you?"
The look on his handsome face was eager and honest. "Who said anything about sleeping?"
Abby took a long sip of her drink, looked at him again in disbelief, blinked repeatedly, and took another full swallow. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. For once, Gibbs was being perfectly clear with what he wanted. But it didn't make any sense. It wasn't right and she knew it. "I'll take you home, but I won't sleep with you."
Dear, lord, did those words actually come out of her mouth!
Gibbs removed his hand from her leg and raised it to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Why not?"
His touch made her breath catch in her throat and she tried to focus on her drink, which wasn't helping the dryness in her throat at all. Abby's brain was quickly turning to mush as she felt his fingertips trace along the outside of her ear.
Why not? Why not!
For years she had waited for him to make a move forward in their relationship! Why not take him home and find out exactly how he tasted, how his naked skin would feel against hers, and what it would be like to drown in the heat of passion with this strong sexy Marine. She wanted to moan aloud at the visions that were flashing through her mind. She wanted to moan aloud at what she was about to say. "This isn't the right time, Gibbs, and you know why. You're drunk and you're obviously not thinking straight."
When she turned to look at him, he leaned forward so their noses practically touched. "Right now, I don't care, Abbs. I just need someone to hold on to tonight and lose myself. You don't want to help me with that?"
She nearly fell against his lips when they quirked into a lopsided grin. Why did his eyes have to be so blue? Why did his chin and neck have to be so enticing? Why did his damn voice always make her insides quake? Abby smelled the liquor on his breath and just wanted a taste. One teeny little tiny taste of him!
"No, Gibbs," was all she could manage to choke out.
Reluctantly, he pulled back and downed the rest of his drink then began to call for another one when Abby grabbed his wrist. "You're right. I've had enough," he conceded then stood up and rested his hands on her shoulders. "I'm not taking no for an answer yet, Abbs. I've wanted you… wanted to… ah, hell, you know what I mean."
Abby felt her desire threaten to overtake her rational mind again as she reconsidered her original answer. For the past year, she had gone to bed alone every night, yearning for Gibbs to want her as much as she wanted him. Trying to imagine how his hands would feel as he caressed her skin, how his lips would feel upon her breasts, and how dominating he would be between the sheets. Dammit! Abby knew she really must say no. Gibbs was drunk, his thinking was muddled, and what he was really looking for was a one-night stand. Abby knew that one night with Gibbs would definitely not be enough.
As she drove him home, his head bobbed a couple times and she knew he was fighting to stay awake. Pulling up outside his house, she was the one to go around and open his door and with his arm slung around her shoulder, she walked him to the front door. The cold wind didn't seem to have any effect against the alcohol that flowed through his veins and after they stepped inside, Abby kicked the door shut behind them and flicked on a light. "Don't go to the basement and drink any more, Gibbs," she instructed firmly. "Just go upstairs and fall into bed."
"You sure you won't join me," he offered again.
Sliding her hand down his arm, she squeezed his rough hardened palm. "You have no idea how hard this is for me. Make this offer another night, Gibbs, and I'll say yes." Rising up on tiptoe, she closed her eyes and gently let her lips press against his. "If you remember this in the morning, call me and I'll rush right over," she said with a smile. As she went to pull the door shut after her, he was still standing in the same spot, staring at the floor. "Get some sleep, Gibbs."
Abby was up early the next morning, praying for her phone to ring, wanting desperately to hear Gibbs' voice. Even though she set her cell just outside the shower, she kept checking it every minute or so, thinking it had rung and she hadn't heard it over the rushing water. The early bright sunshine slowly faded by mid-morning as dark clouds moved in, threatening the forecasted snow. And still, Gibbs didn't call.
By noon, snow swirled in the wind and covered the ground. Abby's heart sank as she admitted to herself that Gibbs had been too drunk last night to remember. Why else wouldn't he call? Even if he did remember and regretted his actions, she knew he would still call and not just ignore the situation that he had put her in last night. Besides, nothing had happened, so they could easily laugh it off.
Gibbs had been extremely intoxicated and Abby knew it had to have affected his memory. And right now, she was kicking herself mentally, over and over again for not staying with him last night. How could she have been so stupid! The opportunity would probably never come along again!
Suddenly her phone rang and she answered it eagerly as her heart soared. "Gibbs?"
"No… Ziva. Abby, how would you like to…"
"Can't talk now, Ziva," she cut in abruptly. "Expecting an important call. Send me an email!" Quickly, she snapped her phone shut. "Oh, Gibbs," she mumbled as tears of frustration sprang to her eyes. Rising from her couch, she headed for the bathroom to splash cool water on her face, realizing that she hadn't actually lost Gibbs. She just hadn't gained more than his friendship, which she so desperately wanted.
She was dabbing a towel over her face as she stepped from the bathroom when she heard his low husky voice. "Hey, Abbs, I lost my phone, so I came over."
Abby's insides were quaking as she drank in the sight of him. Snow melted atop his silver hair and broad shoulders. He looked absolutely wonderful in his brown jacket and faded blue jeans. And his sexy eyes sparkled with a hint of… mischief? "What are you doing here?"
Silently he walked towards her; his gaze never leaving hers as a small grin played upon his lips. His hand brushed across her cheek and his fingers slid into her hair as he lowered his head and whispered, "Just wanted to say thank you." He kissed her slowly, seductively, until she was clinging to him and whimpering at his every touch.
A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I think it needs a better ending. So… TBC