Transferred

CHAPTER 1: GUT FEELING

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was walking into the NCIS building headed for his team. He hadn't gotten a call about a dead Marine and he wasn't already on a case but he had one of those gut feelings that something was going on in the building. Something important.

The coffee Gibbs was holding was getting colder as he walked toward Anthony DiNozzo. Tony, oblivious to Gibbs standing behind him, was trying to impress Ziva David and Timothy McGee (mostly Ziva) by balancing a pencil on his nose. The pencil, falling one way, caused Tony to back up… and into Gibbs. The coffee Gibbs was holding only seconds before fell to the floor and splattered everywhere.

Realization hit Dinozzo that he had violated Gibbs' Rule #23; never mess with a Marine's coffee. Especially not Gibbs'. Gibbs looked to the floor at his beloved coffee and then back up at Dinozzo. Ziva and McGee just stared at them, eyebrows raised, waiting for the Gibbs Slap that was sure to come.

Slap.

There it is.

"Sorry, Boss. I was just…uh…"

"Clean it up DiNozzo."

"Yes, Boss."

Tony went to go get paper towels for the coffee spill while Ziva and McGee looked back at their computers pretending to do work.

Something tall and black, upstairs caught Gibbs' attention. He looked up and saw Abigail Sciuto make her way toward Director Leon Vance who appeared to be waiting for her.

Gibbs watched curiously as Vance said, "Right this way, Miss Sciuto."

Vance glanced at Gibbs then led Abby into his office.

In Vance's office

Director Vance sat down at his desk while Abby sat in a chair opposite him. He looked up at the nervous Goth. Abby wasn't used to being called up from her lab to go with Vance to his office. She hoped nothing was wrong.

'Did someone get hurt? Are they dead? What if I did something? Oh God, what did I do?'

So many questions ran through her head but she didn't know if she was supposed to talk. So she waited for Vance to say something.

Vance folded his hands on his desk and sighed. Then he said,

"Miss Sciuto, I know you're wondering why you're here but before I get to that, I need to say a few things first. You are doing a wonderful job here at NCIS. You do the work of ten people in a much shorter time. And, I've got to say even I am impressed.

"Now, I don't think I should start out telling you this with 'I am pleased to inform you' and so on. Because I don't know if I am particularly pleased about it or not. I mean, it is a good thing. Nothing bad has happened and you're not in trouble."

Abby's nervous expression turned into confusion. This facial expression did not fit well with her Goth attire of a black shirt with a skull, black skinny jeans, boots with chains on them, pigtails, and her oh-so famous spike collar.

Vance went on, "But it's up to you to decide what you think about the situation. I haven't told anyone else about it because I didn't know if you would have wanted me to. Also because I wanted to tell you personally with all of the facts. What I've been meaning to tell you is that as a forensic specialist you're being transferred."

Abby's nervousness and confusion changed to shock.

'What!'

"Tr-Transferred?"

Vance, knowing Abby, thought she would have one of her panic attacks but at loss of words was worse.

"Yes, transferred. Think of it as a promotion. You're going to be helping out with case that needs your expertise. You may be staying there for a while. It does mean you've been handpicked for your intelligence."

'Transferred?' Abby couldn't believe it. 'No more McGee helping out in my lab. No more Gibbs magically popping up with Caf-Pows when I have something for him. No more Tony and Ziva flirting and arguing. No more of Ducky's rambling with Palmer occasionally jumping in to say something.' What was she going to do?

Abby let this all sink in trying not to freak out. Then she got up and started pacing and making hand gestures while saying, "I knew I was too smart for my own good. What am I going to do with every one gone? What are they going to do with me gone? Oh my God, this is so upsetting!"

She stopped and looked at Director Vance who had been watching her and asked, "When and where am I going?"

Vance looked at the worried Abby and replied, "You'll be going to work at the Jeffersonian Institute by 2:00p.m. tomorrow. By that time tomorrow you should have your personal belongings packed. I'll have two members of the team you will be working for and with, to escort you to the right place. The ones picking you up are Special Agent Seeley Booth and forensic anthropologist, Temperance Brennan. The rest on the team are Angela Montenegro, a forensic artist, Jack Hodgins, an entomologist, Camille Saroyan, Head of the Forensic Division at the Jeffersonian Institute, and Zach Addy, Dr. Brennan's graduate student and Hodgins' assistant. They also have a psychologist assigned to Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan because of conflict affecting their work relationship. I'm sure each will catch you up on the drama happening over there. Hopefully it's not like it is here."

Abby locked that information in a mental safe for later. She was still worried and sad about the position she was in. What would she tell the others? 'Maybe Vance will do it.'

Vance seeing her discomfort said, "Miss Sciuto, try looking at things the positive way…I suggest you start packing."

Abby gave Vance a tiny smile and a nod and sighed, "Yes, Sir."

She turned to leave but Vance stood up and said, "And Abby…Good luck."

With a 'Thanks, Director Vance" she left and headed for her lab.

It was time to pack up.

So that's the first chapter. I was looking at other NCIS fanfiction and thought 'There has to be one like this.' So I'm making it. Review and tell me what you think. :)