ncisficathon | All's Well (Reply)

Title: All's Well
Author: beth_green
Pinch-hitting to help make sure everyone gets a story!

Written for: brightillusions
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: @2000
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby

Summary: This story was written in response to the following prompt: Gibbs/Abby on vacation. I also included an outtake after the main event as a bonus feature.

Teaser: Tony stood up, uttering, "Sorry, Boss," as he began to gather his belongings. He explained, "The fact that I was sitting at my desk past five o'clock on a Friday and playing guessing games about the sex lives of the people that I work with is proof that I really need to get out of here."

*****

Gibbs stepped into the open office area and announced, "It's five o'clock, Tony. Go home." It was Friday, and Tony was the only agent under Gibbs' command still in the office. Ziva and McGee had been given permission to leave an hour earlier, to make up for the twelve-hour day that they had put in at the beginning of the week.

Gibbs smiled and stated, "You won't see me again for another seven days."

Tony was offended by the unnecessary memory prompt. "You don't have to remind me. I'm more than ready to take on the job of temporary Supervisory Special Agent."

Gibbs felt no need to apologize. Furthermore, he felt it prudent to give one final order.

Tony anticipated the order. He had heard the words before, and he knew exactly what Gibbs was going to say. Therefore, two voices spoke in tandem: "Don't screw up."

"I got it, Boss." DiNozzo multitasked, shutting down his work station while he spoke. "So, Boss, where're you going on vacation?"

"Porch City."

DiNozzo frowned in thought. "Hm. Porch City, Porch City." After a moment's silence, he declared, "Okay, I give up. I think I remember a Porch City somewhere in the Carolinas. Are you talking North or South?"

Abby walked in while Tony was speculating. She smiled and supplied the answer to Tony's question. "He means he's not going anywhere except his own back porch."

DiNozzo uttered an 'Ah!' of discovery, then commented, "Two things: first, the fact that Gibbs referred to his lack of imagination in vacation planning by using the term 'Porch City' means he's been spending too much time around you, Abby, because that sounds exactly like something you would say. And second, that's not a vacation. A vacation is a trip to Sin City. A vacation is taking the next wave out to the Love Boat. A vacation is hitting the Winding Roads and heading out to a Cabin by the Lake."

Abby waved a hand dismissively at Tony. "I can tell by your list of movie titles that to you a vacation is just an excuse to sit at home and watch movies."

Deciding to deflect attention away from himself, Tony stated, "And what about your vacation, Abs? Are you going anywhere?"

Abby smiled. "That's for me to know, and for you to hopefully never find out."

Tony rested his chin against an upraised hand. He idly tapped a finger against his cheek as he speculated, "Hm, let me think for a minute. Abby takes a week of vacation at the same time as Gibbs." Tony's eyes narrowed in concentration as he continued, "If I had a nasty, suspicious mind, I'd be referring to rule number three in the Gibbs handbook and the fact that there's no such thing as coincidence."

Abby rolled her eyes and smirked, "Yeah, Tony, you're absolutely right. Gibbs and I are having a steamy affair with lots of wild, hot sex and we're planning on spending a romantic weekend making out and then we're going to lock ourselves in the bedroom while I model lingerie from the Victoria's Secret catalogue. After that, we don't plan to leave the house for a solid week while we have sex in each and every room on each and every surface that will support our weight - and then we'll do it all over again." She smiled brightly at Tony and waited for him to respond to her outrageous statement.

Tony was staring at Abby with his lips parted, a slight flush visible upon his skin. He shook his head. "Wow. I've got this picture in my head of you modeling, and I've just got to ask: Can I watch?"

Abby smacked a hand against Tony's upper arm. "Did you really think I was serious? And if I was, do you think for even a minute that I'd want to turn my twosome into a threesome?"

Tony shrugged. "Can't hurt to ask."

Abby smacked him again, harder.

"Ow!" He rubbed a hand against his aching arm and amended his previous statement. "Of course, I could be wrong about the 'not hurting' part." He continued, "I could be wrong about Gibbs' rule, too. I think the one about 'coincidence' might be number four. I suppose that there are exceptions to every rule, even the ones Gibbs likes to quote like he's Moses reading off the Ten Commandments."

Getting back to the point he'd been intending to make, Tony stated, "I know you were just kidding. There's no way that you and Gibbs are together. Face it, Abby, no matter how much you may be lusting after the man in your heart, you're not his type. Maybe if you dyed your hair red, then the odds might be slightly better than a snowball's chance of surviving in hell that anything that you just said might ever happen."

Gibbs had remained silent up until this point. "Have the two of you forgotten that I'm standing right here?" He paused for a minute, enjoying the look of dawning horror on the faces in front of him before he continued, "Or are you trying to make me mad?"

Abby looked truly embarrassed as she raised the fingers of her left hand to her lips to indicate silence. Her right hand made a clockwise circle near her heart in the American Sign Language gesture for "Sorry."

Gibbs signed back an "Okay" in response.

Tony stood up, uttering, "Sorry, Boss," as he began to gather his belongings. He explained, "The fact that I was sitting at my desk past five o'clock on a Friday and playing guessing games about the sex lives of the people that I work with is proof that I really need to get out of here."

Tony grabbed his backpack and headed for the exit. At the door, he turned to give one last friendly wave to his friends. "Bye! You two kids have fun - separately or together!" He grinned as he left the room, leaving Gibbs and Abby to wonder at his parting words.

Abby's teeth gently worried at her lower lip as she turned to Gibbs with a question: "You think he knows?"

Gibbs smiled to convey his lack of concern as he responded, "With Dinozzo, anything is possible. Doesn't really matter, does it?"

Abby sighed in relief. "No, it doesn't. Tony's a friend." She added, "A good friend."

Gibbs nodded, "Yes, he is. We both know that the man tends to get diarrhea of the mouth, especially when he's trying to cover up something, like the fact that he knows or at least suspects that everything that you said about our plans for our shared vacation was the truth," Gibbs smiled, letting Abby know that he was not upset. The smile grew as he took a step closer to Abby and continued, "the whole truth," his body was practically vibrating with pleasure as he leaned in to sniff at her perfume as he concluded, "and nothing but the truth."

Abby reached out a hand to caress Gibbs' face, stopping before she actually engaged in a public display of affection. The raised hand trailed down Gibbs' arm and stopped at his hand. She interlaced her fingers with her lover's. Her voice husky with want and desire, she suggested, "Let's get out of here."

Gibbs' hand tightened around Abby's and he took control of the situation. Abby was nearly dragged off her feet with the force of Gibbs' motion as he dragged her toward the exit. His voice rough with feeling, he put his Marine training to use and snapped out an order: "Let's go!"

Abby gave a snappy salute and replied, "Sir, yes Sir!" as she hastened to obey the command. Free of the confines of the NCIS office, Abby gave a happy smile. "Oh, Yay! We're going to play 'The soldier breaks in the new recruit.'"

Gibbs was close enough that his breath blew warm and seductively against her ear as he whispered, "Only if you're very, very good."

Abby felt her body glow with the heat of desire as she responded, "I'm always good." She leaned against Gibbs, craving full body contact as she added, "Sir."

Gibbs obeyed the silent request for a hug, then placed a gentle kiss upon her face as he declared, "That's my girl."
*****

The end.

Author's Note: If the movie titles Tony quoted sounded familiar, the first two (Sin City, and Love Boat: The Next Wave) starred Jessica Alba; the second two (Winding Roads, and Cabin by the Lake) starred Michael Weatherly.

*****

!!!!!
Ahem. Ah, the following is what my muses suggested when I first received this challenge. It's pure Crackfic! AU post-Hiatus, but I thought you might appreciate what I tried to spare Gibbs from. I apologize in advance for this. J
*****

"I love Mexico, and sun, and sand, and surf. Not that I surf. Or that you surf. Or that the fact that neither of us surfs is a bad thing. Maybe while we're down here we should try it."

Gibbs tried to interrupt. "Abby."

She ignored the attempt in favor of continuing her impromptu physics lesson. "Surfing is actually a pretty cool application of Archimedes' theory of flotation and the buoyancy principle."

Gibbs' voice rose in volume as he repeated, "Abby!"

Abby chose to overlook her companion's rude behavior and continued, "As a surfer stands on a board the force of his weight is distributed over a greater area decreasing the overall pressure he creates on the water, allowing him to float. To actually surf, the rider has to master the concept of balance. As difficult as proper balance is to achieve, the physics behind it is simple rotational motion.

Gibbs abandoned the comfort of his beach chair and stepped over to the lounge chair occupied by Abby. He straddled the chair and its occupant, holding part of his weight off of his smaller companion by placing a hand on each of the chair's arms and doing a modified push-up. His face inches from her own, he repeated, "Abby!"

Abby leaned forward so that her lips could reach her lover's. After a brief kiss, she smiled and offered a cheerful, "Hi!"

Gibbs sighed and let the tension ease from his body. "Hi yourself." He maneuvered so that they were spooned together and sharing the same chair. He apologized, "I'm sorry to interrupt when you're on a roll, but I'm recovering from a head injury here."

Abby returned the apology, and wriggled her body against Jethro's until she was positioned so that she could share an all-over body hug with her partner. "Sorry. I forgot that even when you're feeling one hundred percent, Archimedes tends to give you a headache."

Gibbs nuzzled gently along the curve of her neck. "That's okay." He increased his attention to the details of her body. Abby reciprocated and they soon abandoned the chair for the sand, preferring the freedom of movement available courtesy of the new location.

After a suitable interval of acrobatic physical activity, they lay naked and sated in each other's arms.

Gibbs asked, "Did I ever thank you for coming to see me in the hospital?"

Abby kissed him in response. Long minutes later, she answered, "You just did."

He nodded. "Good. If it weren't for you, I never would have regained my memory."

Flashback

Gibbs lay in his hospital bed, battered and bruised and helpless and frustrated. In losing fifteen years' worth of memories, he also lost the knowledge that could be the key to ending a terrorist threat.

Gibbs looked up as a vaguely familiar woman entered his room. She'd visited him earlier and had introduced herself. He thought he remembered her name, so he tried, "Abby?"

The dark-haired woman nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! So, you remember me?"

Gibbs shrugged, then winced as the action aggravated the pain of his injuries. "I remember you introduced yourself when you visited earlier, but that's about it."

Abby didn't seem too upset by his statement. She stated, "I asked the hospital staff to give us some privacy." With that comment, she removed her coat to reveal that she was wearing a curve-hugging leather bustier, black boots that emphasized her long and shapely legs, and very little else. She bent to remove supplies from the duffle bag she'd been carrying. He felt his libido rise as she stood to reveal the riding crop in her hand.

She moved quickly to tie him hand and foot to the bed. Next, she blindfolded him. With the words, "Slave, I order you to remember," Gibbs was amazed to find that he did. He also remembered enough that he decided to keep the fact that his memory was now intact to himself for just a little bit longer, hoping that Abby would continue her efforts to aid his recall.

Gibbs soon found himself enveloped in an endless ecstasy of sexual stimulation as Abby made use of everything in her considerable repertoire in her efforts to jog his memory. After he was reintroduced to the love pat paddle, an overall stimulation with a feather followed by a sensual massage brought him to the edge of orgasm. He hovered there until the feel of cold steel caressing his skin accompanied by the smell of Hoppes' #9 gun-cleaning fluid caused him to beg, "Please, Mistress, may I come?"

He did, with Abby's permission.
*****

The end; this time, really and truly.