Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, or any of the characters, etc., etc., etc.
McGee and Abby were enjoying some afterglow after a surprisingly athletic evening in bed.
"Breaking Rule #12 can be so much fun," McGee said, holding Abby.
"Yeah. I especially liked your take on Rule #45 with the whipped cream," Abby replied.
"Would you consider trying that with—Aaaaaah!" Tim's yelp caused Abby to start scanning the room. It didn't take her long to find the cause.
"Ummm, Timmy, what are those, when did they get here, and why are they in your bedroom?"
Those were a pair of six-foot-tall rabbits. Well, they weren't really rabbits. More like humans wearing rabbit costumes. Worse, these weren't fluffy happy rabbits like the ones that showed up around Easter. They were white, but they had creepy grins on their face that reminded Abby of the rabbit from Donnie Darko. The one on the right even had a leather mask on its head. Abby couldn't help giggling, though, when she saw that the mask had holes cut out for its ears.
Worst of all, though, the rabbits were holding whips, and they looked like they were ready to use them.
McGee sighed. "Hi, Tommy. Hi, Lisa."
"Tommy. . . . Lisa. . . . Huh?"
"Abby, say hi to my plot bunnies."
"Plot bunnies?"
"Remember how I told you I got stuck in the last book, when Tommy and Lisa got together?"
"Yeah."
"And then remember how I said, all of a sudden, the idea just came to me?"
"Yeah. . . . but what does that have to do with them?"
"Well, plot bunnies like these guys are the ones who gave me the idea on how to make that scene work."
"How does that work?"
"I don't quite know. All I know is that when I was working on the first Deep Six novel, they started showing up every now and then, and every time they came, I got an idea on how to continue the novel. Not all of them worked, of course, but I always got an idea."
"Neat. But you don't sound that happy about it."
"Well, that's because I quickly realized that they wouldn't actually leave until I committed the ideas they brought to paper. The worst was when a plot bunny showed up just after that lockdown started at the prison. That one ended up hanging around for a week."
"Then why have I never seen them before?"
"That's because they only appear when they want to be seen. These plot bunnies actually showed up this afternoon, right after Gibbs visited you in the lab."
"You mean they watched us . . ."
"Yeah. They did."
"Cool," said the exhibitionist in Abby.
"They're not happy about it, though. Since they want me to write a scene where they get it on."
"Will they act it out for you?"
"No, Abby, thank God."
"Darn. But how long do you think it will take to write that scene?"
"Not too long. No more than an hour. They're sending some pretty vivid images."
"Who's using the whip?"
"Neither of them—but one of them wants to use handcuffs."
Abby thought for a moment. "Tomorrow's Saturday, and you're off work, yes?"
"Yeah."
"Then they can wait. Hand me the whipped cream."
Let me know if you want to see more chapters. I can't promise regular updates since, as the title points out, it depends on visits from my plot bunnies. . . . [Thankfully, mine are invisible. :-) ]