Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Warnings: Slash; Femslash; Multiple Partners; 5-Some; SPOILERS FOR 05x18 Judgment Day
Word Count: 5x100
Challenge: ncis_drabble; Challenge #87 - Endings
Crossposted: ncis_drabble; ncis_slash; ncisfanfic; gibbsbasement
Summary: They all came together in Gibbs' basement knowing he could fix anything.
By unspoken agreement, all three of them plus Abby ended up Gibbs’ basement that night. They were numb and in shock from the Director’s death and cover up to the obvious target of their team by Leon Vance. It seemed they were about to be scattered to the wind and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Everything they had built over the years was coming to an end and none of them wanted it to. There was too much left unsaid, too much between them. They needed to know that they were still there no matter what.
They weren’t sure who actually started it; the way Ziva and Tony leaned into each other and started kissing, the way Abby molded herself into Gibbs’ arms, the way she pulled McGee over to them when he was left standing with no one to hold. Whatever the case, the basement was slowly filled with muffled moans and promises to anyone in general that the other was still there. When Gibbs’ gruff voice suggested they move upstairs, none of them protested. They just followed their boss in a tangle of arms and mouths. None of them wanted the night to end.
Before long, Tony was thrusting into a writhing Ziva on Gibbs’ bed. He only gave a grunt mixed with a moan when Gibbs pushed into him from behind. McGee was on his back beside Ziva as Abby rode him long and hard. Abby alternated her mouth between McGee and Ziva’s. All too soon, Ziva was crying out as Tony thrust deep and Abby pushed her tongue forcibly into her mouth. That set Tony off which had him clenching tight muscles around Gibbs who grunted his release. Then McGee bucked up hard into Abby as they both found their own release.
The next moments found them piled in an impossible lump on Gibbs’ bed as they breathed hard and tried to regain their senses. Gibbs came to first and took up the task of cleaning everyone up. Once the warm washcloths had been ran lovingly over all their bodies he managed to shift everyone so nobody was likely to get crushed before he pulled the covers up over them all. They all lay there for some time, looks of hurt and comfort and longing passing between them all. Finally Gibbs broke the silence, “It’s not over. Not by a long shot.”
There was a collective sigh from all them and not one complaint as Tony found himself wrapped tightly between Gibbs and Ziva, his own arms wrapped around Ziva and Abby. McGee had his arms around Abby and Ziva from the opposite side and was lightly teasing both Ziva and Tony’s nipples. They didn’t need to share any words; they didn’t need to “talk about it”. They knew without a doubt that Leroy Jethro Gibbs “Second B is for Bastard” would fix things, themselves included. Even if they had to play by the rules for a short time, it wasn’t over.