Hi everyone!
At exactly 2:34 AM last night, I woke up from a peaceful slumber due to an idea that popped into my dreams. After writing said idea out of my head earlier this afternoon, I am now pleased to present, "The Date"
Also, I don't know Kelly's actual age, so we'll say she's fifteen. Yes, I could figure it out with math, but what would be the fun in that?
Rated T: For mild language later (nothing that bad!) and 'cause I wanna be safe and not offend anyone.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. Heck, I don't even own the DVD's... But I won't go into that particular calamity as of right now. However, I do own Jon and coffee!
Abby Sciuto waltzed into her lab. It was a slow, quiet June morning, with no cases in need of solving. Not just that, but there had also been a buy one, get one free special on Caf-Pow! at her local supplier. So armed with two huge, highly-caffeinated drinks and her favorite black leather pumps, Abby smiled, ready to face (what she hoped was), a relatively peaceful day before the weekend. However, it was not to be so.
Swish! Stomp, stomp! Abby whirled around at the unexpected sound of the doors to her lab opening and angry footsteps hitting the floor. "It's not fair!" Abby took a sip from her straw and calmly accessed the situation before her. The petite, redheaded form of Kelly Gibbs stood flushed in the middle of the room, face flushed with anger and icy blue eyes glaring with enough force to kill any human. "It's not fair!" She repeated, but with a slightly softer tone.
Abby put down her drink, interested. "What happened?"
"Okay, so remember Jon?" Yes. Abby remembered Jon. After all, how could she forget the name of the guy Kelly had liked since seventh grade? Cute, funny, very smart, and a great personality, he was possibly one of the grade's most-liked boys. A charmer for sure.
"Of course I do, Kels," Abby replied. She then took the opportunity to sit down on a plush beanbag in the corner, and offer another one to Kelly. If she knew anything at all, She'd be spending a good portion of the morning listening and talking about what had happened.
"Do you remember how he asked me out to the movies and dinner the other day? And how I said yes?" asked Kelly, smiling slightly. "Well, guess what? Dad said I could go- but only if I introduced him to Jon beforehand."
Abby frowned, "What's the problem?"
Kelly took a deep breath, "It turns out Dad has to go on an unexpected trip down South for that case from earlier this month, you know, the one with the creepy guy who hung that Marine?" Abby nodded, it had been particularly gruesome, and it would be a long time before the memory was out of her head. "Anyway, he leaves at 11 AM today, and won't be home until Sunday night. My date is tonight." She drew a shaky breath. "Don't you get it? I can't go on the date now, Dad's orders. Not just that, but I can't sneak out either. I'm staying with Ziva, and though I'm pretty sure she'd feel for me, Ziva wouldn't let me sneak out behind Dad's back. Besides, even if she did, he'd find out anyway." She sighed and fidgeted with the laces on her black high-tops. Abby knew her disappointment, and felt sorry for her. Gibbs was already so protective of his precious, only daughter, it had been a real shocker to her the former Marine had even agreed to letting his princess go out in the first place. However, there had been conditions. One, the curfew was 10 PM. Two, Jon would be introduced to him, show Gibb's his school ID, and willingly be interrogated. Three, any kissing, groping, or touching deemed even slightly inappropriate spelled death by Sniper rifle for the poor boy.
"Hmm," Abby muttered the herself. The two girls sat in silence for a few minutes, both thinking over the situation. Then, Abby smiled. Kelly caught this, and stared questioningly at Abby with her bright blue eyes.
"What if I talked to him? I could convince him to let you go out with Dear Jon..." Abby grinned. "He couldn't say no to me."
So, that's the first chapter folks! Feel free to review, if you do, I shall send you sprinkled donuts, just like McGee's!