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M through R › NCIS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
17,793
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Vandal
Disclaimer: Do not own anything you can recognize. But if you’re feeling generous, I’d like to own a 67 Chevy Impala, with a V8 engine.
P.S: Reading through the first bit now and I’m sorry if Gibbs sounds a bit… Emo… We all know Gibbs has some issues. I’ll try to make it less girly, but I work with the tools I am given, and I can only think female. Sorry :)
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Panting spread across the hall. Speeding. Tripping. Falling. Papers flying.
-Watch out! Here comes McClumsy! Last at the Special Olympics 4 years running.
-Ha-ha. Very funny, Tony. – came McGee’s not so witty retort from the floor. – I am not going to be late again and piss Gibbs off more than…
- Too late, Elf Lord. Spilling the case files all over the floor will not improve my mood any! Where the hell is agent David?!
Through many years of being slapped upside the head, Tony DiNozzo had developed a reflex. When Gibbs was in this kind of mood, he wanted answers, he wanted them fast, he wanted them without stuttering and he wanted them 10 seconds ago while DiNozzo’s instincts were trying to kick in.
-WELL!?
-She… ummm… She’s in the lab… Picking up the trace evidence results. Abby found some DNA. Didn’t belong with our victims. Might be… -Tony tried explaining, while McGee scrambled to his feet and further to his desk.
-AND!?
-Might be the suspect. Might be another victim…
-Well, which is it, DiNozzo?
-I don’t know… boss… We…We don’t know…
-Well, better find out then. – Gibbs snarled.
-Right, boss. Just gonna get Ziva and…
-I’m on your six, Tony – said McGee, throwing a bag over his shoulder and running after Tony.
Gibbs plopped down at his desk, coffee in hand. This was not a good start to the day. Not that he believed in good starts, but this one was just frustrating. Last night with Hollis was… anticlimactic, to say the least. Sure he could do what was expected of him and he thought that Hol would make a good… mate, for lack of better term. But the entire night was spent imagining Abby in her place. Abby’s skin against his. Abby’s blood red lips. Abby’s short skirts. Abby’s kinky boots. It was as if Mann wasn’t even there. She was just a warm body to hold in the night, but when it was all over he felt very little satisfaction. It was just… so normal. Like they had known each other for years. Decades even. No electricity. Just routine.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
He was sick. That was it! He must be going mad in his old age. Imagining Abby. His Abby. His silly goth girl. His perky lab rat.
Gibbs’ brain growled: MINE!
When had that happened?
No time to contemplate, though. His whole team stumbled in.
-Evidence, boss… Got Ziva too…
-This…. – McGee started, putting the image up on the plasma, - is the DNA of John Doe. Now… if we compare it to…
- McGee… Where is Abby? Why are you attempting to be a lab tech? – Gibbs asked, annoyed.
McGee was red up to his ears. Tony was looking everywhere but Gibbs. With a sigh, Ziva stepped up.
-Abby refuses to come up. Or to talk over the intercom. Or on the plasma. She says you are banned from the lab and that she will not speak with you or communicate in any other way, not even sign language. You are banned from the lab for the remainder of the day and she will not talk to you until you apologize. This is the message we were told to convey, Gibbs.
He said nothing. He just felt rage. How dare she act like that? How dare she faze him out? He hadn’t seen her in two days, going on three. And now… The one thing he would never do… Apologize… She was giving him an ultimatum.
Well now…- he smirked, thinking to himself, - if it’s a reaction she wants, a reaction she will get!
And with that, Gibbs stormed out. Of course, nobody in their right mind would follow him. They all said a silent prayer for Abby. It had been nice knowing her.
The damned sign was still there. ‘Dogs and other pets allowed. GUNNIES KEEP OUT!!!!!!!’
Oh like hell he would!
He kicked the sign down and walked over it, taking care to crunch as many glowing plastic skulls under his feet as he could. Then he headed for the office in the back.
Abby was in her chair, working on something. He grabbed and turned her towards him. Her eyes darted from him to her recently deceased sign on the floor then back to Gibbs.
-You….You broke my sign! You vandal! You can’t just barge in here without permission and just stomp your big dumb army issue boots all over people’s things! You can’t just….
But she was cut off as he yanked her out of her chair by her upper arm and growled:
-I can do whatever I fucking please!
And his lips were on hers, pressing hard. Reflexively she opened for him and his tongue slid into her mouth, tasting CafPow and something else. He was still holding her upper arm, not letting her get away, while he slid his other arm around her waist pulling her closer still. And then she whimpered in his arms and it all fell into place. She relaxed her stance against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and grabbing fistfuls of his silver hair. Sliding her tongue over his. Kissing him back.
Abby was kissing him back! He hadn’t expected her to. He had half expected to be hogtied on the floor, drenched in CafPow, much like Chip had been when he tried to attack Abby. But hadn’t fought back. She had been startled at first but then she kissed back.
Abby didn’t know what was going on but she liked it. She went from absolutely frozen with fury to a bubbling puddle of goo in 9 microseconds flat. Gibbs kissed her. Gibbs tongue was in her mouth, exploring, sliding along her own. He tasted like his morning coffee. Dark, rich and very, very bitter. But she wanted more. So she pressed herself into him, feeling the fabric of his shirt, the buttons, every little detail. She slid her fingers through his hair, while the hand holding her arm came to rest on the base of her neck, holding her in place. Like she would ever want to leave! A quiet moan rumbled from Gibbs’ chest and damn him, that was enough to snap him back to reality.
They quickly pulled apart, both panting, staring at each other.
When had this happened?
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TBC
Mwahahahahaha! Cliffhanger! :D
P.S: Reading through the first bit now and I’m sorry if Gibbs sounds a bit… Emo… We all know Gibbs has some issues. I’ll try to make it less girly, but I work with the tools I am given, and I can only think female. Sorry :)
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Panting spread across the hall. Speeding. Tripping. Falling. Papers flying.
-Watch out! Here comes McClumsy! Last at the Special Olympics 4 years running.
-Ha-ha. Very funny, Tony. – came McGee’s not so witty retort from the floor. – I am not going to be late again and piss Gibbs off more than…
- Too late, Elf Lord. Spilling the case files all over the floor will not improve my mood any! Where the hell is agent David?!
Through many years of being slapped upside the head, Tony DiNozzo had developed a reflex. When Gibbs was in this kind of mood, he wanted answers, he wanted them fast, he wanted them without stuttering and he wanted them 10 seconds ago while DiNozzo’s instincts were trying to kick in.
-WELL!?
-She… ummm… She’s in the lab… Picking up the trace evidence results. Abby found some DNA. Didn’t belong with our victims. Might be… -Tony tried explaining, while McGee scrambled to his feet and further to his desk.
-AND!?
-Might be the suspect. Might be another victim…
-Well, which is it, DiNozzo?
-I don’t know… boss… We…We don’t know…
-Well, better find out then. – Gibbs snarled.
-Right, boss. Just gonna get Ziva and…
-I’m on your six, Tony – said McGee, throwing a bag over his shoulder and running after Tony.
Gibbs plopped down at his desk, coffee in hand. This was not a good start to the day. Not that he believed in good starts, but this one was just frustrating. Last night with Hollis was… anticlimactic, to say the least. Sure he could do what was expected of him and he thought that Hol would make a good… mate, for lack of better term. But the entire night was spent imagining Abby in her place. Abby’s skin against his. Abby’s blood red lips. Abby’s short skirts. Abby’s kinky boots. It was as if Mann wasn’t even there. She was just a warm body to hold in the night, but when it was all over he felt very little satisfaction. It was just… so normal. Like they had known each other for years. Decades even. No electricity. Just routine.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
He was sick. That was it! He must be going mad in his old age. Imagining Abby. His Abby. His silly goth girl. His perky lab rat.
Gibbs’ brain growled: MINE!
When had that happened?
No time to contemplate, though. His whole team stumbled in.
-Evidence, boss… Got Ziva too…
-This…. – McGee started, putting the image up on the plasma, - is the DNA of John Doe. Now… if we compare it to…
- McGee… Where is Abby? Why are you attempting to be a lab tech? – Gibbs asked, annoyed.
McGee was red up to his ears. Tony was looking everywhere but Gibbs. With a sigh, Ziva stepped up.
-Abby refuses to come up. Or to talk over the intercom. Or on the plasma. She says you are banned from the lab and that she will not speak with you or communicate in any other way, not even sign language. You are banned from the lab for the remainder of the day and she will not talk to you until you apologize. This is the message we were told to convey, Gibbs.
He said nothing. He just felt rage. How dare she act like that? How dare she faze him out? He hadn’t seen her in two days, going on three. And now… The one thing he would never do… Apologize… She was giving him an ultimatum.
Well now…- he smirked, thinking to himself, - if it’s a reaction she wants, a reaction she will get!
And with that, Gibbs stormed out. Of course, nobody in their right mind would follow him. They all said a silent prayer for Abby. It had been nice knowing her.
The damned sign was still there. ‘Dogs and other pets allowed. GUNNIES KEEP OUT!!!!!!!’
Oh like hell he would!
He kicked the sign down and walked over it, taking care to crunch as many glowing plastic skulls under his feet as he could. Then he headed for the office in the back.
Abby was in her chair, working on something. He grabbed and turned her towards him. Her eyes darted from him to her recently deceased sign on the floor then back to Gibbs.
-You….You broke my sign! You vandal! You can’t just barge in here without permission and just stomp your big dumb army issue boots all over people’s things! You can’t just….
But she was cut off as he yanked her out of her chair by her upper arm and growled:
-I can do whatever I fucking please!
And his lips were on hers, pressing hard. Reflexively she opened for him and his tongue slid into her mouth, tasting CafPow and something else. He was still holding her upper arm, not letting her get away, while he slid his other arm around her waist pulling her closer still. And then she whimpered in his arms and it all fell into place. She relaxed her stance against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and grabbing fistfuls of his silver hair. Sliding her tongue over his. Kissing him back.
Abby was kissing him back! He hadn’t expected her to. He had half expected to be hogtied on the floor, drenched in CafPow, much like Chip had been when he tried to attack Abby. But hadn’t fought back. She had been startled at first but then she kissed back.
Abby didn’t know what was going on but she liked it. She went from absolutely frozen with fury to a bubbling puddle of goo in 9 microseconds flat. Gibbs kissed her. Gibbs tongue was in her mouth, exploring, sliding along her own. He tasted like his morning coffee. Dark, rich and very, very bitter. But she wanted more. So she pressed herself into him, feeling the fabric of his shirt, the buttons, every little detail. She slid her fingers through his hair, while the hand holding her arm came to rest on the base of her neck, holding her in place. Like she would ever want to leave! A quiet moan rumbled from Gibbs’ chest and damn him, that was enough to snap him back to reality.
They quickly pulled apart, both panting, staring at each other.
When had this happened?
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TBC
Mwahahahahaha! Cliffhanger! :D