I do not own NCIS, in fact I don't own very much. Warning later chapters will contain the spanking of minors,
Jail Break
Chapter 1
Taylor slammed her pencil down on the desk. This was worse than being at school. It was worse than being in jail. She had been stuck in Abby's office for what seemed like a lifetime. In reality this was only the second day she had to spend here while suspended from school. The idea of being in the same situation for at least another week resulted in another outburst of temper and her history book hitting the floor. Abby peered in through the doors to check on her.
"Oops" Taylor muttered to her as she retrieved the book
Abby just grinned at her before returning to her computer screens. What Taylor wanted, no, not wanted, really, really needed was a cigarette. Some chance considering she had as much freedom as a prisoner on death row. Yesterday, when it was still uncomfortable to sit, the thought of escaping the NCIS building didn't even cross her mind. Today however the giant knot in her stomach was crying out for nicotine, and rational Taylor was long gone. Sifting through the rubbish in the bottom off her bag she let out a sigh of relief as her hand closed on the pack of cigarettes and then the lighter. Putting them carefully into her pocket Taylor decided - first chance she got, she was out of here and to hell with the consequences.
An hour later Taylor was still waiting for an opportunity, and even more desperate. Looking for anything to do except her homework she started to look through the desk drawers. Dismissing the paper clips and assorted junk she was just about to close the drawer when a glimpse of silver at the back caught her eye. Handcuffs. With a quick look in Abby's direction, Taylor carefully picked them up.
A ding announced the arrival of her father and she quickly slid the cuffs under her books. He stood beside Abby for a few minutes while she explained something displayed on her screen. Nodding he looked towards Taylor and, in a voice just loud enough for her to hear asked Abby if she had been behaving herself. Abby flashed another annoying smile at her before replying "Of course, Taylor's been studying hard all day."
"Good. I'll pick her up around six." he said already making his way back out through the door.
Perfect. It didn't look as if he was going to check on her again until it was time to go home.
About 15 minutes passed before Taylor got enough courage up to walk over to Abby, cuffs in hand.
"Hey Abbs"
"You're supposed to be working."
"Just takin' a break.
"What's with the handcuffs?"
"Ziva showed me a trick…..wanna see?"
"Ok, go for it!"
"Close your eyes and hold out your hand."
Abby obeyed, and in a flash Taylor had Abby attached to the metal bar running along the front of the desk with the handcuffs. Opening her eyes in shock Abby tried too pull away from the desk. Taylor took a couple of steps back.
"Sorry Abby."
"Get me out of these!"
Taylor just shook her head
"TAYLOR - GIVE ..ME…THE KEY!
Realising someone might be able to hear her shouts, Taylor hit the switch on the CD player before hightailing it out the door.
Taylor didn't slow until she was well clear of NCIS. Breathing hard she lent against the side of a building. It felt as if her heart was trying to make it's way out through her rib cage. Making sure no one was about, Taylor pulled the pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one. Inhaling deeply, she felt the nicotine enter her system and the giant knot in her stomach began to relax. Unfortunately as the knot was disappearing, something else took it's place. A thought, and not a good one. WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO????????????