A/N: This story was supposed to be a smutty one-shot, what can I say somehow I couldn't stop, so I kept on writing.
I started this little piece back in 2009, yeah I know... but aren't you happy I waited 'till I was done before I started posting ;) While most of the story was done in 2009, my muse only recently decided *cough* (in 2011) to finish the last chapters. Time runs when you are having fun ;) Anyway I know I meant to say something, right! I've read a few FFs lately, I even reviewed ;), and stumble over a few similar happenings ... I'm sorry, I didn't copy and to be honest I am way too lazy to rewrite the chapters. It Happens ;) Great minds think alike!
I'm babbling. Ignore me!
Disclaimer: for all the following chapters: Nothing belongs to me! They stayed for a little while to play, nothing more ;)
A huge 'thank you' goes to finlaure, for beta-ing, the ideas, the encouragements, the answers and the patience, you are awesome!
Title: Head over heels in… trouble
Pairing: Gabby /slight Tiva
Rated: M for later chapters
Prologue
Damn, she was going to be late. But to her defense it was the first time in all these years since she drove to court that she needed more than two hours to get there.
The traffic through the city was murder. Three accidents in a distance of less than two miles apart from one another was a new record, Abby was sure of it.
As if the constant stop and go drive hadn't been bad enough the honking of the cars in front and behind her were just a little annoying even for a cheerful personality such as hers.
As if the drive hadn't been torturing enough, additionally her bladder started to scream for attention, she shouldn't have emptied the Caf!Pow container, and she had to walk the rest of the way to her destination.
The black heels she had to wear weren't helping her with hurrying either. Not to mention the mint-colored, tight, knee-length skirt of her court cloths, that was so tight that she hadn't enough room for her normal strides.
Instead of her normal paces she walked like someone who had drunk too much. Somehow Abby wished she had.
But no, she had to go to court and once hangover while in court had been enough plus Abby just wanted to find a restroom before she thought more about any kind of liquid.
She chose the restroom of a coffee shop next to the court house, because (A) if she would have to go to the security check before she could find a toilet it would end in a very embarrassing situation and (B) an espresso was in order to calm her nerves.
Obligations like these were the only part of her job she hated. Abs rather would have finished processing the evidence in their current case instead of being here.
The only upside was Gibbs promised her to take her out to eat once she was done for the day.
Surprisingly enough she entered the huge entrance with five minutes to spare showed her id and went straight toward the staircase with four minutes left.
Abby figured if she'd take two steps at once, she might be able to be still on time.
After she pulled the skirt just a little higher to give her room to take a step without being indecently dressed for a courthouse, she climbed up the stairs.
As the scientist tried to pass a fellow court house visitor it happened.
Abby tripped, couldn't steady herself again, nor could the gentleman who tried to help her, prevent her from falling down the stairs.
Great. With her arms in the air Abby tried unsuccessfully to regain balance or get a hold of something, but in the end gravity won.
Her butt and back hit the stairs at the same time. Then desperately trying to stop her slide Abby pressed her heels down on the steps she passed but the only thing that happened was the loss of her shoes and a shooting pain in her ankle.
More than once her head bumped into the hard edges of the stairs as she slid down the set of steps.
With a huff and a groan Abby landed with her back on the floor in the entrance area.
The force of the fall left her gasping in pain.
She blinked back tears in her eyes as she tried to get air back into the lungs.
Closing her eyelids again she tried to regain the power over her body, while trying to locate the possible injuries.
Over the rush of blood in her ears the scientist heard voices coming closer and felt a hand touch her wrist.
It was a warm sweaty hand, which seemed to look for a pulse.
Finally Abby spoke up. "Ouch."
Abby opened her eyes and stared into the worried once of the guard who had checked her credentials moments earlier.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Her ankle was on fire, her shoulder blades and her butt hurt and so did her head but she was able to breathe again without complications.
Abby tried to get into a sitting position but the guard held her down.
"Miss, you just fell down two flights of stairs, we should call an ambulance and let the doctor decide if you are allowed to move."
Her green eyes refocused on him.
"The only thing that really hurts in an unbearable level is my ankle, and please call me Abby."
He smiled down at her.
"Hi Abby, my name is George."
"Hi." She tried to move again but he held her in place.
"Please Abby, lay still."
She raised her eyebrows and continued to get into a sitting position.
"If you would know me, you would never have said that, because that is like telling a fish 'don't swim'. I can't keep still."
She heard sirens and stopped fidgeting.
Great, Gibbs is going to be so not pleased.
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