In Check

Chapter 2

It was a double-edged
sword having Gibbs upstairs. She felt safer with him in the building but at the
same time it was tough to concentrate knowing they were the only ones around
and that he was staying just for her.

Abby guessed that he
thought she was being kind when she said things about liking older men, or
finding gray (it was more silver she thought) hair sexy. It had nothing to do
with kind. Gibbs melted her butter. He turned her knees soft every time he
locked eyes with her, though she struggled not to show it most days. Every kiss
on the cheek was like a hundred super sized Caff-Pows
tearing through her system.

He made her feel protected
that was for sure, but what really revved her engine was his power. Coiled
confidence like lightening bolts just waiting to strike and cause untold damage
any place he chose. He knew what he wanted and he wasn’t afraid to ask for it.

If only he’d make some
demands of her.

Sure he looked to her for
analysis and insight but just once she wished he’d claim something more. She
could lose herself in fantasy for hours just imagining herself on her knees at
his side while he did nothing more exciting than read the evening paper. class=GramE>The exquisite tension of waiting, ready and eager for him to
acknowledge his need for her and speak it as her command.

Abby bit her lip and tried
to force her concentration to stay with the task at hand. It was nearly two
hours before she had all of her samples loaded into either the spec or in the
case of the dna, spinning in
the centrifuge. She stretched and checked the clock, close to 3:30AM. There was
nothing she could do for at least a half-hour maybe she could talk Gibbs into
driving her to the all night gas station for more soda.

Upstairs she found him,
head down on his desk. He might be asleep, or he could just be thinking. Either
way turn about was fair play, she snuck up behind and rested her hands on his
shoulders, prepared to repay the massage. Before she knew what was happening
she was on the floor with Gibbs pinning her hands on either side of her head.

“OW! Kinky, I didn’t know
you liked it rough.” She giggled when the initial shock wore off.

He remained over her, his
hands trapping her tiny wrists to the ground, his breath labored. “Damn it! I
could have shot you.” Alarm bells rang in his head telling him to get off of
her, to free her to get up, but they were drowned by desire slamming the blood
in his veins at his temples.

“Um,
Gibbs? Not that
I couldn’t stay trapped underneath you like this all night, because I totally
could, but could you maybe ah…” she pointed her chin and lifted her side. When
he had thrown her down her right side had landed on a pile of books that were
biting painfully into her side. He shoved the books out from under her and
smoothed his hand over the bruise at her waist and hip. “I’m sorry class=SpellE>Ab.”

No longer held in place
she retained the position he’d dropped her to and widened her eyes, “Was that a
real live Jethro Gibbs apology?”

The smile on his lips was
small but the one in his eyes was not. “Yeah, it was. Don’t let it get around
okay?” He pulled her up to a sitting position and felt the back of her head. class=GramE>“You alright? You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Nothing a new class=SpellE>Caff-Pow wouldn’t fix. I’ve got lots of time before my
tests are done.” She drew her knee up to her chin, knowing that it pulled her
skirt up to God Knows Where but not caring.

He shook his head and
tried to look anywhere but at her. “No Caff-Pow’s
after 2AM, it’s bad for you. There must be some other way to keep you awake.”

Maybe it was the lack of
caffeine in her system. Maybe it was the hour. It was very likely the
combination of the two coupled with the excitement of him holding her wrists
over her head just moments ago, but she couldn’t help herself. She leaned over
and she kissed him.