A/N: This will be a seven-part fic, as there are, of course, seven deadly sins. This chapter is Abby. Future chapters will feature, Tony, Ziva, McGee, Gibbs, Jenny, and Ducky--not necessarily in that order. The chapters will be shorter than those of a regular fanfic (because I'm working on "To Be" at the same time).

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.

Envy

It. Wasn't. Fair.

Abby slammed her half-empty Caf-Pow! on the metal lab table in irritation, black pigtails bouncing as she spun angrily to the computer and viciously attacked the keyboard, fingers skipping expertly over the keys as her eyes skimmed the monitor. She was tracking McGee's cellular, something she'd done so often in the past six months it had become almost as natural as breathing.

The red blip on her screen showed that her quarry was inside the building. Abby just managed to send her monitor into blackness before the lab doors slid open with a hiss. She had company.

"Abby?"

The Goth shut her eyes and squared her shoulders before turning to face her visitors. She forced a smile.

"McGee…Stephanie."

The pretty brunette next to McGee waved and smiled.

That stupid, perfect smile.

"I brought you another Caf-Pow!" Timmy offered, holding the drink out with a smile.

"How thoughtful," Abby said coolly. "I'm not finished with my other one, though. Put it in the fridge, if you please."

As McGee busied himself doing this, Stephanie kept smiling idiotically at Abby.

"Tim took me to that new Italian restaurant down the street for lunch," she said brightly. "It was wonderful. You should eat there sometime."

"I hate Italian," Abby said shortly.

Stephanie wilted somewhat. "Oh."

McGee gave Abby an odd look as he returned to his girlfriend's side. Besides the obvious fact that the forensic scientist loved pasta, her behavior was unusual.

"We just wanted to see how you were doing," he said softly.

Abby smiled tightly, inwardly aching at the hurt look in her friend's eyes.

"Well, thanks, but I'm very busy this afternoon…"

McGee frowned and glanced around the lab, devoid of any evidence for testing. Even the usual blaring music was missing.

"I can see that." He turned to Stephanie. "C'mon, Steph. Let's leave Abby alone."

Stephanie nodded brightly, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.

"Okay, sweetie. Bye, Abby! Nice to see you again."

"Later," Abby muttered. When they were gone, she slumped against the table and sniffled.

McGee was in love. Her McGee. No—Stephanie's McGee now.

For half a year, McGee had been dating Stephanie Bloom, a smart, pretty, and young attorney he'd met at one of his book signings. He didn't visit Abby in her lab nearly as often anymore, and that hurt a lot more than she'd ever admit. She'd known she had feelings for the special agent for a long time. But it was only now that he was unavailable she realized just how deeply these feelings went.

The worst part of it was that Stephanie was perfect. She was one of the nicest people Abby had ever met, and therefore it was almost impossible to dislike her. Even Tony and Ziva, notorious lawyer-haters, were charmed.

Abby ran a hand over her eyes, forbidding herself to cry even though her heart felt like it was breaking. She sighed and reached out for her Caf-Pow!, draining the rest in one long swig.

Turning back to her computer, she tapped the mouse and watched as McGee escorted Stephanie out.