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Title: Triad Fic
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Abby/Tony/Kate
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Abby couldn’t sleep. She also couldn’t be awake. It was quite a problem. Awake led to thinking and thinking led to memory and memory took her to places she just was not going to go. Ever. Not going. So unbelievably not going there, nope, not one bit. Not even for a super large gigantimungous Caf-Pow! with a side of Clown Cakes.

Except she was there.

Oh, boy, was she ever there, which made it hard to be there in her bed. Alone. Alone when there were two perfectly attractive and— unless she was seriously misreading something— perfectly willing Special Agents sleeping under the very same roof.

True, there had been a lot of wine so maybe she wasn’t thinking as clearly as she should, but that had definitely been Kate’s hand on her thigh during the movie. And Tony? He had no more missed his aim on that good night kiss than she was the Princess of Botswana. She realized she wasn’t sure if Botswana had a princess, but either way, she was not it and he meant to kiss her mouth.

And she liked it. And she wanted to do it again. She was going to sleep.

Tony would be sleeping in nothing but his boxer briefs on the couch by now, tucked under the blankets she herself had made. Kate should be sleeping sweetly in the spare bedroom, all that dark hair spreading over the red pillow cases, and one tanned arm curled over the blankets. These thoughts did not help with the going to sleep.

Okay, Abby, think, she thought. Think about anything else. Think about... the original line up of Guns n’ Roses. No, that was no good because Slash? Yummy with a side of extra yum. Okay, cars. Cars were good, variations of manual transmissions. Standard h, wear and tear on clutches. Tony drove a stick. His hands on the gear shift, the things he could do with those hands...

Yeah, that line of thought was working. Abby rolled over again, thinking of tractors, cornbread, home and Kate would love her mother’s organic garden. No, no thinking of bringing Kate home to her childhood bedroom, four poster bed. Handcuffs and the soft humid air on sweaty skin... No. Caffeine, caffeine was good and neutral and the new study on Caf-Pow! would be out any day. Gibbs brought her Caf-Pow!, Tony called him her dealer. Oh, Tony and Gibbs, together, that would be...

“Crap,” Abby finally sat up and turned on her light.

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