|Abby's First Lesson
Author: LittleGiblet PM
Abby, in an attempt to cover a mistake, lies to Gibbs. Set early in Abby's NCIS career. Will contain spanking.Rated: Fiction T - English - Abby S. & Leroy Jethro Gibbs - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,789 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 30 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 06-28-08 - Published: 06-26-08 - id: 4352117
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I've attempted to write Abby several times, but this is my first time actually posting an Abby story. I find writing Ziva to be easier- which is funny, because I'm an over-caffeinated goth… but hopefully this rings-semi true. This first chapter is a lot of set up. I plan to have more dialogue and interaction between Abby and Gibbs later. Thanks for reading, please review!
It had been three weeks since she had eaten a square meal, two weeks since she had slept more than four hours, and one week since she could hold something in her hand without trembling.
Still, all in all, Abby Scuito loved her new job. She loved being able to tell people she worked at NCIS. Even though few eyes lit up in recognition, they were still impressed when she explained the significance. She felt like a grown up, an adult, making her mark on the world.
Abby had been working at NCIS for four weeks; and one hour, two minuets and thirty six seconds ago, she had lied to her boss. She was in a huge mess, and she couldn't see a way out.
Abby had always been confident in her abilities as a scientist, she had raced through school at the top of her class and she was accepted into every grad school that she applied for. She excelled in her internships; she came to NCIS highly recommended.
The job description read like the dream job that she had invented for herself when she first began studying Forensic Science. She had wanted it badly enough to wear the awful blue suit that her favorite professor had given to her at graduation. She put on the black pumps that she couldn't walk in, and she tried her best to remain serious and calm- naturally she was neither.
She won over four of the five people on the panel easily; they listened intently as she spoke of her experience.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat with his head down, absent mindedly sketching on the notebook he had been handed on his way in. He asked her one question, after the panel had grilled her on every aspect of her field:
"How many tattoos do you have?"
She had tried to cover the spider-web tattoo on her neck with her shirt collar, but it peaked out when she shifted position.
"I," she had hesitated momentarily, considering saying that the visible tattoo was her only tattoo, but after making eye-contact with the intimidating man, she blurted out the truth. He raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
She wished that she had been that smart today.
Gibbs had just begun to warm up to her, he called her by her actual first name, and some late nights he even slipped a coffee cup in her hand.
She still quickly buttoned her lab coat when she heard him entering the lab. One blue suit doesn't go very far when you work five days a week, and so she had reverted back to her usual style of dress- but Gibbs didn't need to know that.
The team had been working on the same case for the past three weeks, the kidnapping of a four and six year old pair of sisters. The four year-old's body was found in the woods, but the six year had yet to be recovered. The killer had called the girl's family repeatedly, taunting them, claiming that the six year old was still alive.
Gibbs had brought a large box of recently recovered evidence down to Abby, giving her orders to go through every item, looking for prints and DNA evidence.
Abby, eager to please her boss, had gone through the evidence as quickly as she could while still being thorough.
She had managed to lift a partial finger print on the plastic necklace that the four-year had been wearing when she was kidnapped.
What actually happened after that was fuzzy. Abby's computer had malfunctioned, and she lost the data from the finger print. When she went back to attempt to lift the print again, the necklace was missing.
She looked everywhere; unable to understand how she could have lost the necklace in her lab- she always knew where everything was.
Her heart sank when Gibbs walked in, demanding information.
She had stalled, trying to appease him with the information she had gathered from the other evidence - which was nothing.
"Abby, tell me you've got something more than that."
"I'm really sorry, Gibbs… I can test it all again, see if I missed something?"
"You didn't miss anything." He said it with such confidence, as though he completely believed in her abilities. For a moment Abby felt the familiar warm feeling that one gets when a teacher praises you, but it didn't last long, as she quickly remembered the predicament that she was in.
Gibbs turned to leave, but his eyes stopped on the empty evidence bag that had once contained the necklace. "What about that?"
Abby thought of herself as an honest person, she was a terrible liar, and so she hardly ever even tried to deceive. But her love of her job, and her desire for Gibb's approval overrode her moral center.
"That was empty, when it came in," she turned around, pretending to focus on her computer, "it's marked necklace- but there wasn't anything in it." She felt nauseous immediately, like the time she had downed a twenty-four ounce cherry slushee before spinning around for a half an hour in one of those cool office rolley chairs.
Gibbs eyebrows furrowed, "I'll look into that. Thanks Abby."
She nodded meekly, wishing that that whole day had never happened.