DIslcaimer: I don't own NCIS at all, so please don't sue me.
"Hey Ducky, got anything cool in your attic?" Abby asked. It was a wet a dark day, which did nothing to lighten the spirits of Team Gibbs, who had taken refuge in Ducky's Victorian house. The FBI had uncovered a new lead on a case, proving sneaking suspicions: the perpetrator had been closely monitoring Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, McGee, and Abby. So, Ducky, be the caring man he was, offered his Victorian style house as a safe house.
"I'm not sure Abigail. It's been quite a few years since anyone's been up there." He said resting his paper on his lap. Anticipating her next question, the M.E. spoke once more. "Feel free to snoop around."
Her eyes lit up with mischief as she threw open a door on the left side of the hall and ran in. He chuckled and opened his mouth to call out to her; she ran out the door, crossed the hall and opened a similar door on the right side. As he heard Abby climb the stairwell to the attic, he picked his paper back up and resumed reading.
"Ducky," Ziva began slowly as she walked in from the other room. "What just happened?"
"Abigail asked to explore the attic. She accidentally ran into Mothers old cleaning closet." He smiled.
Alright, this is my first story! Yay! I would really appreciate it if you guys let me know how I did. I know it's short, but I've already got a few of these short chapters written.
Thanks for reading, Arsha