DISCLAIMER: I don't own NCIS, it belongs to Don P. Belisario and CBS or other respectful owners. I wish.
Title: Abby-Girl
Fandom: NCIS
Words: 796
Rating: MA/R
Main Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Abby Sciuto
Side Characters: Ziva David
Mentioned Characters: Timothy McGee, Anthony DiNozzo and Director Jennifer Shepherd
Main Shipping(s): Gabby (Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Abby Sciuto)
Mentioned Shipping(s): Tiva (Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David)
Summary: Abby is in trouble and goes to Gibbs, her lover and master, for help.
Warnings: Contains mild violence, explicit themes and coarse language.
Author's Notes: I will never write anything with anything more than a little blood, even then I won't always explain exactly how it got there. That's mostly because I don't like to read stuff with gore, but may also have to do with the fact that I'm slightly squeamish. But enough about me, I thought about doing a bit of a character study here. I wanted to see exactly how Gibbs would react if Abby came to him asking for help with someone whom had hurt her. The character study immediately put me in a place where I decided on whom Gibbs trusted most, Ziva or Tony, under most circumstances I would have gone with Tony. But after watching Kill Ari, I decided to go on a different path, and you'll see why. Anyways, since my Author's notes are getting longer then the story, I'll get right to it.
Abby-Girl
Chapter 1 – Running Home to Daddy
Abby pulled into her driveway and eased off the gas. She pulled the car to a stop and pulled out her keys which she then deposited into her purse. After getting out of her Red car, she headed for her front door. Her home wasn't much. She rented a part of a house in which three other people live on the other end of her. The people in the middle section don't get a driveway which is probably why she chose to go with the end.
The outside wasn't much to scoff at. It was a beige colour, which she absolutely hated. The front door was a cherry red, which she didn't mind. But, her favorite part was the one thing her landlord allowed her to change, which was the lamp above the door. What used to be a rustic age old lantern is now a grey bat holding a gothic light. She smiled as she walked indoors. The house was dark and quiet.
The navy-blue walls were her favorite part of the inside. It was only a one level house so she only had one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, a tiny kitchen, and a dining room which housed a closet known as her laundry room. The floor was a dark red and at the corners had a spider webbed pattern. She dropped her bag off in the kitchen and walked back out into the hallway where she continued into her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom she stripped down and got into the shower. Abby wasn't abnormal in that sense. She cranked the hot water up to the brink of blistering hot. Normally though, she'd keep it just at a comfortable warmth. She had to get her day washed off her back if she ever wanted to sleep. She heard something outside but dismissed it as her air vents expanding with the change in temperature, science can usually explain most noises. Then she heard it again. It was unmistakable a footstep or two. She turned the shower off with a whine from the pipes and stepped out into the steamy bathroom off her bedroom.
She quietly pulled on a robe and grabbed her curling iron, which she rarely used, and walked out into her bedroom. The world was all but silent in there as she snuck out into the hallway. A raspy noise came from behind her and she spun around to face nothing. She began to wonder if she was being paranoid. She surveyed the hallway and headed into the kitchen.
The black and red tile floor squeaked under her wet feet as she cleared it and moved into the dining room. She tripped on something and dropped her iron which rolled away. She reached for it but a foot came down on her arm quickly. She gasped as two arms tried to pin her down.
Abby rolled underneath the grip and freed her arm. She stood up quickly and faced the figure. Her computer like brain started recording information on the figure. Before she could get very far though, the figure rammed her into the wall. She let out a cry but he cupped a hand around her mouth.
"Abby Sciuto… hello again…" The man said. Definitely was a man's voice. She bit his hand which caused him to recoil and he lashed out at her, giving her enough time to duck and roll out of the way. He was strong, large build, muscular to say the least. There was only little light but she could make out the he was Caucasian. The man fumbled his way towards her and tried to grab her. He narrowly missed but quickly kicked her out into the hallway.
She rolled out to avoid injury then stood up as he came towards her, too late. He pushed her against the wall. She caught a glimpse of his hair; it was red… that was good as only 4% of the population now has red hair. She couldn't get his eyes but hoped she could sway him into the light from the muted TV to do so.
"Abby… still as feisty as ever… I'm afraid that I'm going to have to kill you now." The voice said ominously.
"Bite me." She replied as she kneed him in the groin. She darted out of her house and ran to the one person she knew she could find sanctum in.
Gibbs.
As if the man had read her mind, he started screaming out.
"That's it you baby! Go running home to daddy!" He said as she ran blindly down the street knowing she'd left her keys in her purse. She knew where Gibbs lived and knew where there was a bus stop nearby.