Chapter 7- Sharing Christmas

Gibbs' eternal clock said it was about seven. Opening one eye, he tried to look at the clock on his dresser but was blocked by a very wide awake Abby. She had pulled up a chair and was sitting by the edge of the bed watching him sleep.

How she could be so wide awake was beyond him. He was sore and tired, but in a very good way. They had made love two more times, slowly, after that first 'quickie' before finally falling dead asleep.

"Abby, what are you doing?" he asked, yawning.

"Waiting for you. It's Christmas morning," she said, matter of fact.

Without hesitation, he made a move to grab her, but she was faster.

"Ah, now Gibbs, your father is waiting for us downstairs," she said, as she backed away from his reach.

It was then that she noticed she had already showered and was dressed for the day.

Gibbs fell back against his pillow. "God, Abby, I'm so tired."

"Wore you out, did I?" she asked, smugly.

"Yeah, you did," he conceded, smiling. God, did he feel good.

Abby slowly walked over to the bed, shot him a look that said don't touch, bent down and kissed him hard and slow.

"The faster you get up, the faster the day goes and before you know it we'll be right back here where I'll…" she whispered the rest in his ear.

Gibbs felt his eyes widen at the secret revelation that she just declared. Quickly, throwing back the covers, he climbed out of bed. Grabbing clean clothes he made his way to the bathroom, Abby on his heels.

"Hurry up," she said, as she made her way towards the stairs.

Gibbs found Abby and Jack, sitting in front of Jack's laptop, at the kitchen table. He went to grab himself a cup of much needed coffee when he noticed one of Abby's suitcases sitting by the table.

"Abby?" he asked, confused, looking from her, to the suitcase, then back at her.

"Hey. We're just waiting for Tony. He's getting Ziva and Ducky," she said, pointing to the laptop.

Gibbs got his cup of coffee and went to stand behind them.

Jack looked up at him. "Merry Christmas, Leroy," he said, smiling a knowing smile. He may be old, but he definitely wasn't dead. He knew damn well what went on with him and Abby last night.

"Uh huh," Gibbs answered, taking a fake interest in what they were doing.

Abby got up and guided him to her chair. "Sit."

"Abbs…" he really didn't want to mess with the computer. He hated computers and they hated him. It never ended well and he knew there was no baseball bat near by.

Just as he turned to protest, Tony's face appeared on the computer. "Hey, Boss. Merry Christmas."

Gibbs turned towards the computer screen. "You can see me, DiNozzo?"

Suddenly Ducky and Ziva came into view behind Tony. "Yes, we can, Jethro. Merry Christmas to you all."

"Merry Christmas to you, too," Jack said. He turned towards Leroy. "I told you, try it sometime."

Gibbs ignored him. "So, DiNozzo. You try on a kilt, yet?"

Tony smiled. "Actually, I have. It's quite… liberating."

Gibbs snorted. Abby laughed. They knew he was hinting at the fact that he hadn't worn anything under the kilt.

After a few moments of banter, Abby spoke up. "Okay, we need to get this started. Timmy's waiting," Abby said as she was getting into her suitcase. "Who's going first?"

Gibbs watched Abby. He had no idea what was going on and it was making him kind of nervous.

"That would be me, Abigail," Ducky said.

Abby grabbed a wrapped gift out of the suitcase and put it on the table in front of Gibbs.

Gibbs looked at it and then at Abby. "What is this?" he asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Well, since we all couldn't be together this Christmas and when I found out I would be spending Christmas with you and Jack, I thought this would be a good idea on how we all could spend a little bit of time with each other."

Gibbs just nodded. "So, this is Ducky's gift to me?"

"Yes, now open it. I'm dying to see what the Duckman got you," she said, the excitement in her voice no longer contained.

Gibbs looked at Jack who was hiding a smile behind his cup of coffee.

Gibbs grabbed the present and opened it up. It contained a box full of tea. A lot of it and from he could tell, they all seemed to be different kinds. He nodded his approval.

"Thanks, Duck," he said and he meant it. He'd promised his friend that he'd try to cut back on the coffee and supplement it with tea. So far he'd kept his promise. This assured him that he'd continue.

"You're welcome, my friend," Ducky said, smiling.

Gibbs slid the box in front of his father, who appeared to be interested as to what was inside.

Abby handed him the next present. It was an envelope.

Gibbs looked at it and recognized Ziva's handwriting.

"Ziva…" Gibbs said and smiled at her.

"Yes, I hope you enjoy what I got for you, Gibbs," she said.

Gibbs noticed the nervousness in her voice. He opened up and peered inside. What he saw made him smile. Pulling out a pair of concert tickets to see George Straight in January gave him chills. George was one of his favorites.

"Thank you, Ziva," Gibbs said and nodded his approval.

"Maybe you can find someone special to go with you?" she asked.

Gibbs chanced a look at Abby. "I think I can find someone," he answered.

Abby smiled at him and then handed him Tony's present.

Gibbs opened it, looked inside and then raised an eyebrow in a questionable way. He pulled out a very expensive bottle of bourbon and a box of Honey Dust. He was a little embarrassed by the last find.

Staring at Tony, he said, "DiNozzo…" Tony knew what to do. Giving him a sheepish stare back and a shrug, Tony said, "On it, Boss." He then gave himself a head slap.

Gibbs laughed and then thanked them all for the gifts. He asked if they were all enjoying themselves. By their smiles, he really didn't need to ask.

Abby told them what a wonderful time she was having. Said an old fashion Christmas was just what she needed. Then Jack told them to make sure they stayed in touch and signed off. Then Abby's fingers started to type ferociously across the keyboard.

While she was contacting McGee, Gibbs got up slowly to get another cup of coffee. His father followed. They met at the coffee maker.

"A little stiff, Leroy," Jack asked, pouring himself another cup and then filling Gibbs' cup.

"Aw Geez, Dad…" Gibbs said, rolling his eyes. Turning when he heard Tim's voice, he made his way back to his chair.

"Boss, Merry Christmas," McGee said, smiling.

Gibbs nodded. "Merry Christmas, Tim."

After talking for a few minutes about how things were going and meeting Tim's dad, Abby got out Gibbs' gift from McGee.

It was heavy, but Gibbs recognized what they were. Books. He loved books and Tim must've noticed that from all the ones he has on his shelves back home. He opened up the first one. His breath caught in his chest. Sitting in front of him was a very rare, leather bound first edition book. The title of the book was Little America: Aerial Exploration in the Antarctic, The Flight to the South Pole, by Richard E. Byrd. It must've cost a fortune.

"Tim… this is, you shouldn't have…" Gibbs had to stop before he made fool of himself.

It took him a moment to gather himself. "Thank you, Tim," he said, his voice full of emotion.

"Your welcome, Boss," McGee said. His face was flushed slightly with embarrassment.

Abby cleared her throat, fought back the tears that threatened to form and handed Gibbs the other package. He took it and opened it and Jack's laugh, brought a little levity back into the room.

"Computers for Dummies, McGee? Are you trying to tell me something here, Tim?"

Tim just stared at Gibbs and smiled. "Well, Boss, you know… just thought you could use a little help with computers. It's pretty easy to use. I can help you with it when I get back, that is if you want me to."

Jack added, "You better take him up on that, Leroy. You probably don't even know what we're doing right now."

"Well, I suppose it's that Skipping thing you mentioned last night," Gibbs said.

There was a moment of silence for a second and then Abby, Tim and Jack said, "Skype!"

Gibbs just shrugged and replied "Whatever…" He smiled, knowing full well what they were doing. He just wanted to yank their chains.

After saying goodbye, Gibbs gathered up his gifts and carried them out to the living room. He knew they'd be needing the room in the kitchen so they could start making their Christmas dinner.

Abby followed close behind. After he put the gifts down under the tree, he pulled her close and kissed her. It was a sweet, slow kiss, a promise for things to come.

"Thank you for that," Gibbs said, smiling at her.

"No, thank you allowing me to spend Christmas with you and Jack," Abby replied, giving him another quick kiss.

Gibbs hugged her and then spotted his father standing in the doorway. He gave his father a wink and a nod. Jack gave him a smile and then retreated back into the kitchen, leaving them to finish their Christmas alone.

The End

A/N- Hope you enjoyed this Christmas story. I also hope I satisfied my SeSa's expectations! Hope everyone had a great holiday!