Hey to anyone reading this. I'd like to start by saying that this is my first fic. It won't be a one-shot, but if you absolutely hate it, then please tell me not to continue. If and when I get reviews and every one of them advises me not to continue, chances are that I won't. But, if even one person wants me to continue, I will, because I write for myself and anyone who likes what I write. Sound cool to you? I hope so.
This has been an idea refusing to leave me alone for several weeks, almost two months now. It's eating me from the inside out, so I just have to get it down in writing... This centers on Abby, Tony, Gibbs and Ducky, though, not so much Gibbs and Ducky as Abby and Tony. I set it before any of the NCIS episodes to date, even the JAG-NCIS ones. I wanted to portray how the almost brother-sister relationship Abby and Tony have got going, though, if any of you see that relationship as any thing more than brother-sister, that's great. You can pick up any hints you want and have them any way you want them. I'm not going to have them really get along until the end, anyway.
I also should add, if and when anyone reviews and wants me to continue, I won't be extremely frequent in my updates, and, because I live in two different houses (parents are... having some troubles. But with some luck, they'll get it together and realize how much they love each other, even if they can barely stand each other sometimes!) and I have two VERY different writing systems in each house. I want you to understand that there will be spelling errors, but I'll do my best to avoid them.
Sorry, I'll stop blabbering on and get to the main reason WHY I have this slot here on .
The Trust Test
Abigail 'Abby' Sciuto had to admit that she seemed to frequently have hard luck. Especially recently, she noted bitterly as she glared at the man across from her.
Oh course, the glare was returned rather warily by her competitor, Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo, though he didn't shy away from her hard green-eyed stare like she had hoped he would. That would show weakness and a reason for him NOT to work with her and Gibbs.
Yes. Abby was jealous, but she would never admit it to herself, much less out loud.
Hadn't she and Gibbs made a good enough team? They solved all their cases with only their wit, Ducky's help, and an occasional hand from any spare agents. At least, that was until two months ago.
Two months ago, she had been working with Gibbs for six months, and she thought they had become tight. Now they had been working with each other for eight.
Apparently eight months didn't make them tight enough for him to tell her when he was hiring an agent, she thought sourly. Why hadn't he told her? Maybe he thought she would've worked it out. She WAS pretty damn smart, he'd said so himself on many occasions before. Tony had even complimented her with similar words in those two months.
That was it, Abby decided. Gibbs knew she'd work out that DiNozzo would be recruited, especially given his performance while working with NCIS in a case that they and BPD had shared jurisdiction. And considering the direction his career with Baltimore PD was going... down, with no ladder to climb to get out of the hole BPD was digging for him.
Gibbs liked him and she knew it. Abby liked him, too... that was, she did, right up until he wormed his way into being on the team.
Abby had to admit, though, they needed another field agent. Just Gibbs, no matter how good he was, could not cut it every case, 24/7, 365 days of the year... 366 days on leap years. Just one more day Gibbs could get shot or hurt in other ways.
No, she wouldn't think about THAT. After all, what did the second 'B' in Gibbs stand for?
Maybe it should've been an 'R' for 'resilient'. Gibrs... that sounded too weird... 'Bastard' would just have to do.
"I won." Tony's voice cut through her thoughts, sounding amused.
"What?" She snapped, forgetting that there was something TO win.
"You blinked. I won. You kept staring at me, so I assumed we were having a staring contest."
"Try a glaring contest, DiNozzo." Gibbs said, walking into the room. "Stop burning a hole into his head, Abs, that's my job."
Tony looked a bit taken aback by Gibbs' sudden appearance and uncanny knowledge of what was going on in the room. How DID he do that, anyway?
DiNozzo quickly recovered, and asked, along with Abby, "Got a case for us, boss?"
"Got a case for me, Gibbs?"
Gibbs smirked. "Would I be here if I didn't?"
"Probably not... And if you got another divorce, you don't exactly strike me as the kind of guy who'd share."
Gibbs' hand moved too fast for the younger man to avoid it.
"Ow!" Tony grimaced slightly.
Abby giggled, despite the glare Tony threw in her direction.
"What kind of guy do I strike you as, Tony?" Gibbs asked, sounding almost genuinely curious.
Tony was too quick to fall for the ruse. "You already told me what the second 'B' is for, Gibbs."
Gibbs snorted in satisfaction. "Good, you're learning, DiNozzo."
"About time." Abby put in innocently enough.
The two shared a glare observed by an amused Gibbs. "Is there a problem?"
"Nope." Abby replied curtly, her steely gaze not leaving Tony's.
"No problem here, boss." Tony said, not one to say 'mercy' first, whether it was to a girl or not.
"Okay. If I start to regret hiring you, I won't waste any time getting rid of you." Gibbs said in a bizarrely casual way.
"Ha!" Abby scoffed, satisfied by Gibbs' threat.
"That means you, too, Abby." The blow hit hard.
Tony's scoff was much more discreet, but Gibbs heard it, nonetheless. Too bad Abby did, as well.
"What are you laughing at, DiNozzo? I could kill you and leave no forensic evidence! Feel like smiling now?" A smirk settled on Abby's lips as she said this.
"It's kind of funny hearing such a sweet looking girl like yourself say something so threatening." Tony mused. Despite herself, Abby blushed. If only Gibbs would say something like that... or maybe her boytoy... he might become more than a boytoy if he DID.
"You'd have to hire someone to do it for you, though. I don't doubt that you're feisty, but I don't think you're about to bring down a trained cop." Tony added with a smile.
"I've been getting bored lately... another victim won't hurt now, will it Gibbs?" Abby asked, her eyes gleaming maliciously.
Gibbs cocked his head to the side, as if considering. "As your lawyer and friend, I advise you not to do it, Abs."
"Damn... I'll have to find another friend and pretend lawyer..."
"You mentioned that you had a case for us, right boss?" Tony questioned.
"Yeah. Both of you, get your equipment. We got a call reporting five bodies." Gibbs responded, not seeming too affected.
"Five?" Tony and Abby spoke in unison, only glancing at each other as they said it.
"You two parrots, now?"
"No." Tony and Abby mumbled, once again simultaneously. Tony was the first to actually move.
Move it, or I'm leaving you behind, Abby." Gibbs said, glancing at a stationary Sciuto.
Tony scoffed less discreetly than he had before, and would regret it.
"DiNozzo, gas the truck." Gibbs ordered.
Tony groaned quietly and Abby was the one to scoff this time.
"Abby, put DiNozzo's equipment in the truck."
Tony was smart enough to keep his scoff of satisfaction internal and walked out of the lab quickly.
Abby looked at Gibbs as though he had given her up to a pack of ravenous wolves.
"What?" Gibbs asked, knowing perfectly well what was wrong.
"Nothing..." Abby muttered and trudged out of her lab dejectedly, dragging both her equipment and Tony's behind, and leaving Gibbs to stand alone.
Ducky walked into the lab quietly, having eavesdropped the entire time. "I see what you mean, Jethro... I honestly thought they would get along. It appears that Abigail is jealous."
"You think, Duck?" Gibbs asked, eyebrows rising.
"Yes. Anthony certainly has nothing to be jealous about... he was just recruited... if anything, he seems rather defensive. In fact, this reminds me of the time that I was in France and-"
"Ducky, I have a case, remember? Five people?" Gibbs said, a hint of a grin on his lips.
Ducky chuckled. "Yes, yes. THAT case. I shall tell you the story when this ordeal is over. I only wish we didn't have to resort to this secrecy."
"We both know it has to be done, whether we want it to happen or not." Gibbs comforted grimly.
Ducky sighed. "Best of luck, Jethro, to all of you."
"Appreciate it, Ducky. Abby and Tony'll need it much more than I will... I'm just hoping I won't find two bodies when I get to the truck."
"Knowing you, I'm afraid it'll be after you get in it that you find them in any danger."
Gibbs snorted. "If all goes according to plan, we'll be back in a matter of days... that is, if everything goes as according to plan as Abby and DiNozzo let it."
Ducky nodded, and Gibbs strode out of the room, leaving a lasting smile on his old friend's lips.
Sadly, when Gibbs arrived at the truck, Abby and Tony were already bickering.
"Would you stop acting like seven year olds and just shut the hell up?" Gibbs requested dully.
"Shutting up." Abby saluted.
"On it, boss." Tony replied.
And then there was silence. The mood, however, didn't lighten.
On the perilous trip to the crime scene, Gibbs caught the two glaring at each other five times, and Abby signing things even she wouldn't dare say out loud.
Gibbs signed her to stop the constant flow of curses and other vulgar things, and finally there was peace...
At least, there was peace until Gibbs took such a sharp swerve it could be considered dangerous even from the viewpoint of a long-time friend of Gibbs'.
Then there came such a display of swearing and horn bleeping, Gibbs couldn't help but laugh at the chaos.
I hope you liked that... The part that I named this fic for is probably going to come up next chapter, if I get any encouragement to continue. I'll expand on the 'trust test' part... If you approved of this, review... if you didn't... uh, review anyway? I won't force anyone to review, but if you're feeling it, please do. I can use anything you have to tell me... unless, of course, you start cussing me out... but if it's colorful language, I suppose I could use that, too... I just wouldn't really like to be cussed out, if you know what I mean.
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