"About time!"
Team leader Leroy Jethro Gibbs grunts at Kate as she runs onto the crime scene. "It won't happen again, boss," Kate says, a little out of breath from running from her car.
Gibbs gives Kate another unimpressed grunt and returns to working the crime scene. Gibbs talks to McGee about contacting the victim's superior officer.
Meanwhile, Tony Dinozzo leans in to speak to Kate, and she starts drawing sketches of the crime scene.
"What kept you? Got lost on your way to the cemetery?" Tony jokes.
Tony whispers to Kate, knowing that making fun of Abby with Gibbs close by is almost like a death sentence, as Gibbs cares for Abby like a father figure.
"That's not funny, Tony."
Kate chases him while she remains focused on your job. Tony returns to taking photos while Kate jots down measurements of the crime scene on her notepad. Only when she hears Doctor Mallard call out does Kate's focus waver.
"Nice of you to join us, Gerald." Dr Ducky Mallard comments, scolding his assistant.
The very sound of Gerald's name causes an immediate reaction from Kate. Her breath quickens as she recalls watching Abby and Gerald having sex. The way Gerald fucked Abby's throat as her head hung loosely off the side of the bed. That particular memory causes Kate's mouth to water slightly. Kate doesn't realise she finds herself staring at Gerald.
"Sorry, Doctor. I got held back." Gerald.
Kate lets out a short laugh, which she tries to cover with a cough. The crime team turns to look at Kate, confused by her outburst of laughter. Noticing the attention she is getting, Kate quickly refocuses on her work. Gerald apologises profusely to Doctor Mallard before helping as he unzips the body bag.
As the two medical experts got the body in the bag, Gerald pauses only momentarily so Dr Mallard doesn't notice. He stops upon feeling someone's eyes on him. Gerald turns his head slightly and notices Kate staring right at him. It wasn't just the staring that caught Gerald off guard. It's what Kate is doing with her pen. She starts to run the push button along her lips as if using the pen as a lipstick.
Gerald gulps at seeing Kate sensually run that pen around her lips. It could be his imagination, but the female agent is breathing hard as Kate has just finished a marathon run. Gerald didn't know that Kate had seen him with Abby earlier that night.
That at this exact moment, Kate is imagining his thick black cock invading her mouth while Abby is...Kate is so lost in her thoughts that it distracts her enough for Gibbs to notice and call her out.
"Kate!?"
Kate shakes his head and refocuses on the job.
"Sorry, boss."
Gibbs scowls at Kate's lack of focus on the job. Kate looks downward, ashamed, knowing Gibbs will likely chew her out for this later.
"Onward, Gerald. Back to the lab." Ducky tells Gerald.
The two men get the body safely in the back of the van. As they push the trolley together, Ducky speaks to Gerald.
"I hope your tardiness won't become a regular phenomenon, hmmmm?"
"No, doctor, it won't be," Gerald replies earnestly.
Ducky gives a nod of approval to that. As the two enter the van, Gerard again notices Kate staring at him. Gerald gives her an awkward wave, which she ignores and turns away.
Gerald becomes bewildered at Kate's strange behaviour. He always got along with the special agent, but she seems a little jittery today. However, Gerald doesn't have time to delve deeper into the matter, quickly getting in the medical van with Doctor Mallard.
Later At the NCIS morgue
The door to the NCIS morgue hisses open, causing Gerald to look up. He smiles at the newcomer as Abby walks in. Her cheery smile can light up a room as depressing as the morgue can be.
"Hi, Gerald. Got those 'test' results for you."
Gerald's attention is drawn to Abby's hand, across her mouth. She quickly signs the word private to Gerald. He has been learning sign language from Abby for the last few weeks.
Gerald nods his understanding, and the two walk to the far right corner of the morgue. This area of the morgue is a blind spot from the camera positioned on the top corner of the other side of the room. However, even though Gerald and Abby are out of camera view now, they must be quiet while audio is picked up from the camera feed.
Gerald and Abby face the desk as they speak softly to one another. Gerald cannot help but check out what Abby is wearing. Beneath her white lab coat, Abby is wearing a red plaid dress almost completely covered with white skulls. Red high heels with white polka dots and over-the-knee black thigh highs with black bows.
Gerald leans down and tucks his hand underneath Abby's lab coat. Abby stiffens from feeling Gerald touch her backside. She knocks her hip against Gerald's hip to stop him.
"We need to talk. Not to fool around." Abby scolds Gerald.
"Not with you dressed like that," Gerald replies. "How can I concentrate on any sort of conversation?"
Gerald's hands probe Abby's nether regions, making her shudder, as his fingertips trace up her thighs. Gerald smiles, feeling no panties.
"No panties. You little minx."
Before Gerald can touch Abby's vagina, she stops him by a startling revelation.
"Kate saw us."
"She...what? Wait, where did she see us? Here?"
"No, not here. At my house earlier." Abby explains quickly.
"And you didn't tell me."
"I tried to, but at the time, you jammed 'this' down my throat."
Abby grabs Gerald's hard-on through his scrub pants. Now, it is Gerald's turn to stiffen as Abby has an iron grip on his massive shaft.
"Did you want an apology?" Gerald asks with a cocky smile.
Abby leans close to Gerald's face, her lips enticingly close to his. Abby moves back before Gerald can close in for a kiss.
"No apology needed," Abby says teasingly with a bright smile and a wink.
"So, is she okay with us...being together?" Gerald asks.
Gerald now tells Abby about Kate's behaviour at the crime scene. Abby's smile widened further, her brain already thinking of some possibilities. She can feel Gerald's cock grow more prominent at the thought of Kate watching them have sex. Abby decides to push further on the matter to reveal more.
"I think so; I mean, she was masturbating while watching us." "She was!? Aw. Why didn't you tell me?" Gerald complains.
Now Gerald's cock is pointing outward from his scrubs, like a pole underneath a tent. Abby licks her lips as she stares at Gerald's cock tenting outward. She resists the urge to get down on her knees. To pull down his scrub pants and go to town on his big black cock. Abby's mouth is parched, but no amount of her favourite caffeine beverage, Caf-Pow, can quench her thirst. Gerald can see the hunger shining brightly in Abby's eyes. He decides to take action and make the first move.
Gerald pulls his scrub pants down and exposes his long black anaconda. Gerald's giant shaft whips up and bobs up and down for a little. Abby's knees buckle; the temptation to get on her knees and take Gerald's cock in her mouth is overwhelming. She glances around to check they are indeed alone. Gerald only raises an eyebrow, enjoying watching the turmoil on Abby's face. Her exquisite mind goes through a thought process at light speed, weighing the pros and cons of resisting temptation.
Con - losing her job at NCIS
Pro - giant black cock needs to be sucked.
Con - If caught while having sex in the workplace of a federal building, will lose all credibility in the forensic world.
Pro - giant black cock now bobbing for attention. Mouth salivating with need.
Con - You've already had sex before in various locations around this very building.
"Wait, is that last one a pro or a con?"
Abby frowns at Gerald; her fight against temptation is futile. He smiles while flexing his shaft, making it pulse in Abby's hand. She finds herself kneeling, becoming at eye level with the black behemoth. A drop of precum glistens out of the tip. Abby licks her lips, unable to resist a taste as she leans forward.
Her tongue polishes the head of Gerald's cock as she licks off the precum. Gerald and Abby both moan at the tongue contact; their combined moan echoes loudly in the autopsy room. Once Abby gets a taste of Gerald's precum, she doesn't stop. Opening her jaw wide and engulfing the black cock whole.
Abby deep-throats Gerald's shaft almost immediately. This action makes Gerald's knees nearly buckle. He likes to call Abby his blowjob queen. The way she can engulf his massive black cock, is almost like a human vacuum cleaner. And the sound.
Gerald's arousal skyrockets from the sound of loud and yet muffled wet slurping. He grits his teeth, already on the edge, to blow his load down Abby's throat and into her stomach. Abby's eyes shone brightly, and Gerald could have sworn she was trying to smile around her strained jaw.
Abby is enjoying seeing Gerald strain to hold himself back from cumming. Suddenly, the door to the autopsy opens with a hiss, and Dr. Ducky Mallard walks in. The doctor is focused on a folder; he doesn't see Gerald and Abby yet, which gives the two some time. Luckily, with Abby kneeling, she quickly ducks underneath the desk to hide. Gerald quickly takes a seat to hide his enormous erection.
"Ah, Gerald," Ducky says, looking up at his notes.
Dr Mallard glances at the body and back at Gerald. Gerald keeps his body facing away from Ducky, only turning his head toward him.
"Why are you over there, at my desk?"
Dr Mallard's tone of voice is full of suspicion, which makes Gerald gulp. Unable to stand up because of his 'situation' down below. Thinking quickly on his feet, he knows exactly what to say to distract Ducky.
"I was about to call Abby," Gerald pauses.
"There's some microscopic metal fragments around the gunshot wound. Could give us the ammunition type used on the victim?"
The reason behind Gerald pausing is that Abby pinched him on the thigh. He ignored her and concentrated on giving his report. Gerald did find the metal fragments before Abby entered the room. A case-related matter worked to divert Ducky's attention away from Gerald and Abby. Dr Millard walks over to the operating table and peers into the microscope where Gerald had collected the fragments to peer at. Gerald quickly adjusts his lower body, tucking his shaft back into his pants and stands up quickly. He is quick to be at Ducky's side at the operating table.
"Step one is done," Gerald thought. "Lowering Ducky's suspicion of the situation."
"Now, step two. Getting Abby out of the room."
Gerald glances over at the victim's clothes, which are lying in an evidence bag. Another distraction is needed so Abby can escape free from detection.
"And err...I found something else. On the victim's clothes.".
Ducky looks up from the microscope, walking around the operating table to join Gerald. Abby sees her chance, with both men back to her. Worried that her high heels might make too much noise on the floor.
"Exactly what am I looking at, Gerald?" Ducky asks, genuinely confused.
