New NCIS Fic: Home Alone
Title: Home Alone
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs, Abby
Spoilers: Anything dealing with Season 5
Prompt: #6 Hours
Word Count: 727
Rating: T
Summary: She wanted permission to go with Maddie to dinner and a movie.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs.
“Who was on the phone,” Gibbs asked as Abby bounded down the basement stairs.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed his ear, “Some kid named Emily.”
“Ah, I think I remember her. Blond, tallish, wears a lot of pastels, and runs around this house yelling things like, ‘Mom, where are my cleats’ and ‘Dad, I need ten bucks.’”
Abby laughed, “I think it is usually twenty bucks, but that’s her.”
“What’d she want? A ride from soccer practice,” he put down the plainer and twisted around on the stool to wrap his arms around her waist.
“Nope,” she straddled his legs and hooked her feet around the supports of the stool. “She wanted permission to go with Maddie to dinner and a movie.”
“Ah. And was permission granted?”
Abby’s fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Well considering I checked that Maddie was there, found out that they were going to see, that they were going to pick up Tony, and that, by some miracle, we’ve had dinner together every night this week; permission granted, sir!”
Gibbs grinned at her as he pulled her a little closer. In his mind he could hear the conversation between the two of them and couldn’t help but being thrilled that Emily would ask permission of Abby and that Abby would grant it without asking him. Just a couple of years before, Abby would have felt it wasn’t her place, but now she knew it was.
“What are you grinning at?”
“You,” he gave her a quick kiss. “What do you want for dinner?”
She placed her hands on his shoulder and pushed back a little, “Dear god, please tell me that you didn’t just ask me that.”
He gave her a slightly confused look.
“Gibbs, I just told you that Emily, Maddie and Tony are all going to dinner and a movie. Do you know what that means?”
He shrugged the shoulders that she still held, “Apparently not.”
“It means that we finally have this whole house,” her arms gestured wildly over her head as if to encompass the house, “to ourselves for several hours. You know I love Emily and Maddie and Tony, but think about it. Can you remember a weekend or an evening that we’ve had the house to ourselves in months?”
Gibbs thought for a moment. There had been a time that every other weekend, when Emily was at Fornell’s, they would have the house to themselves. They’d make love wherever and whenever they felt like it, without fear of interruption. But then Tony’s undercover assignment had ended disastrously and he’d lost a woman that he’s fallen in love with; nearly every weekend would find him taking refuge in their home whether it was watching movies with Abby or watching Gibbs work on the boat. Tony had needed that, needed to know that he had a family that loved him here, so they hadn’t minded. Then, just as Tony wasn’t quiet as needy, Maddie had appeared in their lives. She quickly discovered that she too was welcome at anytime and was often over getting school help from Abby or just reconnecting with Gibbs. They really didn’t mind, but they did miss their time alone.
Gibbs smirked, “When will they be home?”
“That’s more like, my silver haired fox,” Abby knew that smirk well. She let her hands slip down between their two bodies, “My earliest estimate is quarter after eleven, but it is a Friday and Em’s with Maddie and Tony, so she knows her curfew is later. She’ll make them take her for ice cream after the movie, probably not until midnight. That means we’ve got over six hours to ourselves. I even put the chain on the front door.”
“Good,” he cupped her rear and stood.
She gave a small yelp as she wrapped her legs around his waist. As he headed for the stairs, she dug her heels into his rear, “Where are you going?”
“Upstairs.”
“Nope,” she shook her head, “I’ve missed the smell of sawdust.”
“Oh, you have, have you? Well, we’ll have to remedy that right now,” he gave her a wicked grin as he cleared his workbench with the sweep of his arm.
The sounds of their laughter and love were the only sounds in the delightfully empty house for a few hours.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs, Abby
Spoilers: Anything dealing with Season 5
Prompt: #6 Hours
Word Count: 727
Rating: T
Summary: She wanted permission to go with Maddie to dinner and a movie.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs.
“Who was on the phone,” Gibbs asked as Abby bounded down the basement stairs.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed his ear, “Some kid named Emily.”
“Ah, I think I remember her. Blond, tallish, wears a lot of pastels, and runs around this house yelling things like, ‘Mom, where are my cleats’ and ‘Dad, I need ten bucks.’”
Abby laughed, “I think it is usually twenty bucks, but that’s her.”
“What’d she want? A ride from soccer practice,” he put down the plainer and twisted around on the stool to wrap his arms around her waist.
“Nope,” she straddled his legs and hooked her feet around the supports of the stool. “She wanted permission to go with Maddie to dinner and a movie.”
“Ah. And was permission granted?”
Abby’s fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Well considering I checked that Maddie was there, found out that they were going to see, that they were going to pick up Tony, and that, by some miracle, we’ve had dinner together every night this week; permission granted, sir!”
Gibbs grinned at her as he pulled her a little closer. In his mind he could hear the conversation between the two of them and couldn’t help but being thrilled that Emily would ask permission of Abby and that Abby would grant it without asking him. Just a couple of years before, Abby would have felt it wasn’t her place, but now she knew it was.
“What are you grinning at?”
“You,” he gave her a quick kiss. “What do you want for dinner?”
She placed her hands on his shoulder and pushed back a little, “Dear god, please tell me that you didn’t just ask me that.”
He gave her a slightly confused look.
“Gibbs, I just told you that Emily, Maddie and Tony are all going to dinner and a movie. Do you know what that means?”
He shrugged the shoulders that she still held, “Apparently not.”
“It means that we finally have this whole house,” her arms gestured wildly over her head as if to encompass the house, “to ourselves for several hours. You know I love Emily and Maddie and Tony, but think about it. Can you remember a weekend or an evening that we’ve had the house to ourselves in months?”
Gibbs thought for a moment. There had been a time that every other weekend, when Emily was at Fornell’s, they would have the house to themselves. They’d make love wherever and whenever they felt like it, without fear of interruption. But then Tony’s undercover assignment had ended disastrously and he’d lost a woman that he’s fallen in love with; nearly every weekend would find him taking refuge in their home whether it was watching movies with Abby or watching Gibbs work on the boat. Tony had needed that, needed to know that he had a family that loved him here, so they hadn’t minded. Then, just as Tony wasn’t quiet as needy, Maddie had appeared in their lives. She quickly discovered that she too was welcome at anytime and was often over getting school help from Abby or just reconnecting with Gibbs. They really didn’t mind, but they did miss their time alone.
Gibbs smirked, “When will they be home?”
“That’s more like, my silver haired fox,” Abby knew that smirk well. She let her hands slip down between their two bodies, “My earliest estimate is quarter after eleven, but it is a Friday and Em’s with Maddie and Tony, so she knows her curfew is later. She’ll make them take her for ice cream after the movie, probably not until midnight. That means we’ve got over six hours to ourselves. I even put the chain on the front door.”
“Good,” he cupped her rear and stood.
She gave a small yelp as she wrapped her legs around his waist. As he headed for the stairs, she dug her heels into his rear, “Where are you going?”
“Upstairs.”
“Nope,” she shook her head, “I’ve missed the smell of sawdust.”
“Oh, you have, have you? Well, we’ll have to remedy that right now,” he gave her a wicked grin as he cleared his workbench with the sweep of his arm.
The sounds of their laughter and love were the only sounds in the delightfully empty house for a few hours.