Title: Pink Elephants
Author: lunarmoth131
Rating: T/ PG-13
Spoilers: none
Pairing: Jenny/Abby, Jenny/Abby/Jethro implied
Disclaimer: NCIS belongs to CBS, DPB, etc. and in real life, to the U.S. Navy -- none of which are me. Alas. No infringement intended, guys.
Warnings: This story contains adult themes and femslash. Read at your own risk.
Abigail Sciuto, NCIS forensic scientist, arrived at her usual time of 0700 and went directly to her lab to warm up her 'babies' for the day's crime scene analysis. She had recently become enamored of symphonic power metal; thus, the walls of the lab were reverberating with the strains of "Perennial Sophia" by Therion when Director Jenny Shepard entered.
With a tolerant smile at Abby's short pleated skirt and almost-midriff-baring 'T-shirt du jour', she walked undetected to Abby's stereo system and abruptly lowered the volume.
"Gibbs!" shrieked Abby, twisting and running so fast, with her arms out for a hug, that she was halfway to Jenny before she realized she was not running towards Gibbs. She stopped as suddenly as if she had hit a brick wall.
"Erm, sorry Director. Did you need something?" Abby was having a hard time keeping her gaze level; there was something in the older woman's eyes that was oddly disturbing. She finally gave up and lowered her eyes, dropping her head a bit.
Still smiling, Jenny closed the distance between them and placed a finger under Abby's chin, lifting it until their eyes met again. "It's okay, Abby," she said softly. She was pleased when the Goth scientist's body relaxed and her face grew bright again.
"Is there a new case, Director?" she asked, her voice normal now.
Jenny couldn't resist a slight brush of her thumb and palm against the younger woman's cheek. When Abby leaned in to her touch, her eyelids half closed, Jenny felt an unexpected jolt coursing through her body. She snatched her hand back as if it had touched fire.
Clearing her throat as she removed her PDA from her pocket, she didn't dare look directly at the woman in front of her. Instead, she pulled up the details of the latest case. "Gibbs and the rest of the team are at the Academy. The Supe's daughter is missing and the Yard is in lockdown." Abby nodded. "Upload my PDA file; you should hear from Gibbs soon."
Abby took the instrument, holding her breath as their fingers touched briefly. As if on cue the lab's phone rang and she hurried to the far side of the room. "Abby Sciuto, NCIS forensics," she answered, a little more formal than usual.
There was a pause. "Abbs, are you all right?"
"Yes. Absolutely. I'm fine, Gibbs," she said quickly, glancing back where the Director was – or had been, rather. She sighed almost inaudibly. "Tell me about the new case."
Jenny Shepard had exited the lab at the first opportunity and went immediately to the elevator, hitting emergency stop as soon as it started moving (in time-honored NCIS tradition). Her heart was pounding and she felt light-headed; was she having a heart attack? She leaned against the elevator wall to steady herself and thought over the usual heart attack symptoms. No chest or arm pain – she did feel a little short of breath though – she had heard that heart attacks in women had widely varying symptoms. Perhaps she should visit Ducky.
As she moved to start the elevator again, she became aware of something else: heat and wetness and the ache of a desire that she had not felt this strongly in a long time.
She sighed. It wasn't a heart attack. It was Abby.
"God help me," she whispered as she returned the lift to normal operation.