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Author's Notes: Gibbs finally figures things out.
The last few weeks of his life had sucked. Work was fine. Or as fine as it could be. That wasn't the problem. The problem was smelling Abby on his sheets and pillow. It was seeing her every day and wondering what the hell he had been thinking. It was seeing her look sad. It was waking up every day alone and lonely.
The worst were days like today when everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Gibbs had watched McGee hit his head so hard it crunched. He had listened to the squeal of tires as the SUV ran Tony into the ground. Ziva hadn't made a noise as she took a knife to her thigh.
Gibbs stared down at his wrist. He was too old for a broken wrist. At least he'd been allowed to choose a black cast. And it hurt. A lot.
He couldn't force himself to go home. McGee and Ziva had both been released and were camping out together at Tony's place to keep an eye on each other. He'd last seen Abby sitting with McGee.
Gibbs didn't want to go home alone. It wasn't the wrist, it was many things at once. It was realizing he could actually live without her.
The problem was the not wanting to. He wanted her draped over him all night long. He wanted a new recipe for dinner every night. Gibbs wanted to listen as she chatted about her day, and shave in the morning while she showered.
It was her warm breath in his ear, a gasp as he laid her across the island in his kitchen. Gibbs wanted Abby where she belonged.
He was an idiot.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the elevator. He knew it was Abby by her footfall.
He stood as she walked to the desk. Her eyes dropped to the cast on his wrist. She sniffled before looking up at him.
"I didn't know you got hurt," she whispered. "I was afraid.."
He reached his good hand towards her. She dropped her coat and hurried into his arms. He dropped his face into her shoulder and pulled her tight against him. He finally felt like himself again.