Hi. Instead of working on my other fics, I decided to write up an idea that spawned from all of my Anti-Gabby friends. Uhm... Please review?
Okay, if you've already read this you know there's some pretty painfully obvious mistakes. I, being the thickheaded loser I am, had no idea how to edit the chapter without losing all of my reviews until now. Sad. I know. /cough.
It started simple. It was just another day, another afternoon in her lab. He entered, giving his signature, "What ya got for me, Abbs?" And she danced about, pulling up her findings, "I'm currently running a mass spec on the prints, oh, and you know the foreign half-print we found on the murder weapon? It looks like it belongs to the second victim!" He turned his head to meet her gaze, just inches from him.
"That's my girl." Gibbs rewarded her, causing the woman to smile brightly, then snatch the caf-pow he gave her earlier and take a sip. He turned to leave, and halted when she called out, "Gibbs!"
Then it happened.
It was a slip of the tongue, an innocent mistake.
"Yeah, Kelly?"
His whole body tensed. Did he really just say that? There was no way he just said that. How could he possibly have said that? His eyes found her, and she looked just as dumbstruck as he.
Kelly? Who was Kelly? Why did he call her Kelly? Was he cheating on her, so to speak? Did he have another bubbly gothic forensic scientist girl working for him? That's ridiculous. How could he forget her name, and who could possibly be..
"No…" Her voice said, tinged with the gravely sound he had become so used to. Her eyebrows curved slightly downwards, and her face was etched with hurt and… anger?
"You... called me Kelly. ...Your daughter. Kelly was your daughter, wasn't she?"
Gibbs shook his head, at a loss for words. "Abby…"
"So that's what I am to you, huh?" Her voice was harder now, a wall hiding the sobs behind it. "I'm just a cheap replacement daughter, is that right?"
"Abby, no-"
"Oh, no, Kelly, yes. The hugs, the kisses on the cheek, the 'I love you's, they weren't really for me, were they, Gibbs?" She laughed now, a hollow laugh, and a few tears slipped down her cheek, tinged with the black of her mascara, staining her cheeks.
"Abbs," Gibbs tried again, his voice softer, almost pleading.
"Go away!"
He watched her flee to the room in the back of her lab, locking the screen doors and ducking behind the wall, out of his sight. It was childish, really. To react like that. It was an accident. So Abby reminded him of his daughter, sure, but she wasn't just that to him, was she? No. She was his Abby… Right? And even if he did think of her as a daughter substitute, as she called it, was it really something to be so upset about? He would have figured she'd be flattered or something.
Unless… No, surely she knew he was being platonic about their relationship. She didn't really think…
Oh no.
I might write more. I don't know. It depends. Oh, and also, I don't really know if Abby knows Gibbs's ~past~ on the show, but for the sake of this story, she does. It'll be elaborated on later, if I carry on.