NCIS fic: Putting the Pieces Back Together
7/31/06
Putting the Pieces Back Together
Spoilers: The Meat Puzzle
Warning: Threesome fic!!
Disclaimer: Owned strictly by DPB Productions. I got nothing here, not even the tats.
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Normally Abby would have been surprised and concerned to find Gibbs’ front door locked, but tonight she was surprised to find it merely locked and in no way fortified with death rays or machine guns or any other type of menacing weapon that he could find. Tonight, she knew, he was safekeeping a very precious treasure. One that she was eternally grateful to God was safe behind the sturdy, locked oak door. There was just the slightest moment’s hesitation, wondering if she’d be welcome tonight, before she placed the key in the lock. Many years before… before everything really… Gibbs had pressed the warm metal object into her hand, whispering that whenever she needed sanctuary, all she had to do was to turn the key. And she had, many times over the years. Whether he was home or not, she’d often run to this place, this Gibbs-filled place, to hide, re-coupe or just be. Tonight, she needed reassurance. Reassurance that the walking, breathing, talking Ducky who had appeared briefly in her lab before being whisked off by Gibbs to parts hitherto unknown, was still okay.
Entering the house, she took a moment to reveal in the smell, the feel, the Gibbsness of the structure, before slowly making her way through the house. The door to the basement was open, the light of the single bulb and the smell of sawdust filtering slightly into the living room. In the kitchen, the coffeemaker, the only appliance that showed any wear or use, was ready for the morning. A smile touched her darkly painted lips for a moment before she moved to the stairs.
She didn’t bother with the guest bedroom, knowing that it would be empty. Instead, she made her way to the end of the hall were the master bedroom sat. The door was open, letting light pour from the hallway over the two figures in the bed. She paused in the doorway, enjoying the peaceful sight of the two men twined together.
For a moment, she floated back to the first time she had found them in bed. They were anything but peaceful that night. That night, they were writhing and passionate and loving. She hadn’t been surprised, shocked or even embarrassed. And, remarkably, neither were they. She was extremely turned on. And, remarkably, so were they. The fact that it had been Ducky who had reached out to her, drawing her to them and their love making, had surprised her. There had been no turning back from that moment and they hadn’t wanted to either.
“Abs,” Gibbs rough voice pulled her from her memories, “either come in or not. Stop loitering in the hall.”
She couldn’t help but banter back, “Going to arrest me, my silver haired fox.”
“Abs,” Gibbs just growled in response.
She moved easily into the room and approached the bed. She was about to crawl into it, when Ducky’s tired voice filled her ears, “Abigail, my dear, please remove anything that may poke me before joining us. I’ve been poked enough for one evening.”
“Sure, my Duckman,” she answered, trying to force a smile into her voice after his words nearly caused her to cry. She shook off the image of the large bore needle pinching his skin as it was slid into his neck. Pulling off the studded collar, wrist strap, and boots, she dropped them to the floor next to the bed. For a moment she considered crawling into bed dressed, but instead she quickly pulled the rest of her clothes off, standing there just pale skin and inked lines.
For the first time, Gibbs opened one eye, “Coming to bed, Abs?”
“I… ah… Duck, you want me tonight or would you just prefer Gibbs,” uncertainty colored her words for the first time.
Ducky sighed and opened his eyes as well, “Come to bed, my dear. Tonight the only thing I want is to be surrounded by the two people I cherish and love the most.”
Abby’s mouth twisted into a sad smile as she scurried under the covers. Sliding tight against the older man she sighed, “Sorry, I can’t do anything about the boobs. Want my back against you so they don’t poke you?”
Ducky laughed and kissed her forehead as she settled in front of him, “I think I can stand and welcome that kind of poking.”
“Good, I was worried you had castrated Gibbs,” she laughed.
“Hey,” Gibbs voice protested. “Can we all just try to get some sleep? It’s been a rough couple of days.”
Abby ceased her wriggling and sighed, “Sorry, Gibbs, night. Night, Duckman,” her fingers settled into her favorite spot on Ducky’s neck, the spot where her fingers always rested when she slept next to him, the spot where she could feel the feathering of his pulse. Tonight, however, instead of warm skin, her fingers found a cool bandage. The flesh-toned plastic had been invisible in the half-light of the room, but now… now she could feel it. The reality of what that madwoman and her son had tried to do to her lover, her Ducky, flooded over her. Abigail Sciuto suddenly found herself doing something she never did. She cried.
Ducky’s arms tightened around her small shaking body, his fingers tracing from memory the large gothic cross on her back, as he whispered words of nonsense into her raven black hair.
Gibbs’ hand found hers and moved it back to the bandage, pressing it slightly into the covering, “Abby, it’s alright. Feel that? Under your fingertip, the pulsing, the moving? That’s Ducky, our Ducky. Alive and well and here between us. I wouldn’t have let anything happen to him and I won’t let anything happen to him… or you.
“Promise,” she asked, still crying. Her hand now laced with Gibbs’ against Ducky’s neck.
“Promise,” he answered, shifting enough to kiss first her temple then their lover’s. “You’re both too precious to me.”
Abby gave a shuddering sigh and moved even closer to them, “Okay. Ducky, when you’re feeling better, you promise to prove just how alive you are?”
His laugh was gentle, but rumbled comfortingly against his lovers bodies, “I think that can be arranged.”
“But first, we sleep,” the voice Gibbs used was an order, which caused his companions to chuckle slightly, yet they quickly settled into sleep. Happy and safe in each other’s arms.
Putting the Pieces Back Together
Spoilers: The Meat Puzzle
Warning: Threesome fic!!
Disclaimer: Owned strictly by DPB Productions. I got nothing here, not even the tats.
~*~*~*~
Normally Abby would have been surprised and concerned to find Gibbs’ front door locked, but tonight she was surprised to find it merely locked and in no way fortified with death rays or machine guns or any other type of menacing weapon that he could find. Tonight, she knew, he was safekeeping a very precious treasure. One that she was eternally grateful to God was safe behind the sturdy, locked oak door. There was just the slightest moment’s hesitation, wondering if she’d be welcome tonight, before she placed the key in the lock. Many years before… before everything really… Gibbs had pressed the warm metal object into her hand, whispering that whenever she needed sanctuary, all she had to do was to turn the key. And she had, many times over the years. Whether he was home or not, she’d often run to this place, this Gibbs-filled place, to hide, re-coupe or just be. Tonight, she needed reassurance. Reassurance that the walking, breathing, talking Ducky who had appeared briefly in her lab before being whisked off by Gibbs to parts hitherto unknown, was still okay.
Entering the house, she took a moment to reveal in the smell, the feel, the Gibbsness of the structure, before slowly making her way through the house. The door to the basement was open, the light of the single bulb and the smell of sawdust filtering slightly into the living room. In the kitchen, the coffeemaker, the only appliance that showed any wear or use, was ready for the morning. A smile touched her darkly painted lips for a moment before she moved to the stairs.
She didn’t bother with the guest bedroom, knowing that it would be empty. Instead, she made her way to the end of the hall were the master bedroom sat. The door was open, letting light pour from the hallway over the two figures in the bed. She paused in the doorway, enjoying the peaceful sight of the two men twined together.
For a moment, she floated back to the first time she had found them in bed. They were anything but peaceful that night. That night, they were writhing and passionate and loving. She hadn’t been surprised, shocked or even embarrassed. And, remarkably, neither were they. She was extremely turned on. And, remarkably, so were they. The fact that it had been Ducky who had reached out to her, drawing her to them and their love making, had surprised her. There had been no turning back from that moment and they hadn’t wanted to either.
“Abs,” Gibbs rough voice pulled her from her memories, “either come in or not. Stop loitering in the hall.”
She couldn’t help but banter back, “Going to arrest me, my silver haired fox.”
“Abs,” Gibbs just growled in response.
She moved easily into the room and approached the bed. She was about to crawl into it, when Ducky’s tired voice filled her ears, “Abigail, my dear, please remove anything that may poke me before joining us. I’ve been poked enough for one evening.”
“Sure, my Duckman,” she answered, trying to force a smile into her voice after his words nearly caused her to cry. She shook off the image of the large bore needle pinching his skin as it was slid into his neck. Pulling off the studded collar, wrist strap, and boots, she dropped them to the floor next to the bed. For a moment she considered crawling into bed dressed, but instead she quickly pulled the rest of her clothes off, standing there just pale skin and inked lines.
For the first time, Gibbs opened one eye, “Coming to bed, Abs?”
“I… ah… Duck, you want me tonight or would you just prefer Gibbs,” uncertainty colored her words for the first time.
Ducky sighed and opened his eyes as well, “Come to bed, my dear. Tonight the only thing I want is to be surrounded by the two people I cherish and love the most.”
Abby’s mouth twisted into a sad smile as she scurried under the covers. Sliding tight against the older man she sighed, “Sorry, I can’t do anything about the boobs. Want my back against you so they don’t poke you?”
Ducky laughed and kissed her forehead as she settled in front of him, “I think I can stand and welcome that kind of poking.”
“Good, I was worried you had castrated Gibbs,” she laughed.
“Hey,” Gibbs voice protested. “Can we all just try to get some sleep? It’s been a rough couple of days.”
Abby ceased her wriggling and sighed, “Sorry, Gibbs, night. Night, Duckman,” her fingers settled into her favorite spot on Ducky’s neck, the spot where her fingers always rested when she slept next to him, the spot where she could feel the feathering of his pulse. Tonight, however, instead of warm skin, her fingers found a cool bandage. The flesh-toned plastic had been invisible in the half-light of the room, but now… now she could feel it. The reality of what that madwoman and her son had tried to do to her lover, her Ducky, flooded over her. Abigail Sciuto suddenly found herself doing something she never did. She cried.
Ducky’s arms tightened around her small shaking body, his fingers tracing from memory the large gothic cross on her back, as he whispered words of nonsense into her raven black hair.
Gibbs’ hand found hers and moved it back to the bandage, pressing it slightly into the covering, “Abby, it’s alright. Feel that? Under your fingertip, the pulsing, the moving? That’s Ducky, our Ducky. Alive and well and here between us. I wouldn’t have let anything happen to him and I won’t let anything happen to him… or you.
“Promise,” she asked, still crying. Her hand now laced with Gibbs’ against Ducky’s neck.
“Promise,” he answered, shifting enough to kiss first her temple then their lover’s. “You’re both too precious to me.”
Abby gave a shuddering sigh and moved even closer to them, “Okay. Ducky, when you’re feeling better, you promise to prove just how alive you are?”
His laugh was gentle, but rumbled comfortingly against his lovers bodies, “I think that can be arranged.”
“But first, we sleep,” the voice Gibbs used was an order, which caused his companions to chuckle slightly, yet they quickly settled into sleep. Happy and safe in each other’s arms.