Hey guys. So I decided (in the shower - the BEST place for ideas - ) that I was going to do an Abby story. I really love Gibbs too. So it's very Gibbs/ Abby oriented, but NOT a pairing, because eww. It's a father/ daughter relationship. :) As always: If you recognize it, it's not mine. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
"What do you got Abs?" Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs came into my lab and handed me my CafPow.
"Well, Peter Montgomery had one bullet embedded in his stomach Ducky sent it up to me and I figured out that it's a bullet from a Colt Python," I moved to the table behind me and held out a jacket, "I also found some residue on Montgomery's jacket. Mass Spec told me its grease, from like a mechanic."
"So he was at a mechanic in the last few days? Maybe his car needed a service. What about the car?" Gibbs asked.
"Come to the evidence garage," I smiled at him, and we caught the lift down to the garage. The Petty Officer's car was sitting in the garage and the doors were all open. I wandered towards it and sipped my CafPow. I put it on the table next to the computer, "Gibbs, the steering wheel was wiped clean, as was all of the door handles. I swabbed the blood in the passenger seat and it is definitely only Montgomery's. But all of the victims stuff is in the boot. It's all been shoved in haphazardly, and I got a print. I ran it through everything and got a hit. He's a criminal, done for petty theft and assault. His name is Cyrus Dallas." I showed Gibbs the mug shot of Dallas on the computer.
"Good job Abs." He kissed me on my forehead and left. I went back up to my lab and hugged Bert the hippo. He was my best friend at the moment. It was late, and as much as I wanted to go home, I just wanted to sleep, so I curled up on the floor with a blanket, a pillow and Bert and went to sleep.
When I woke up, it was light out, and I was not feeling good at all. I ran to the bathroom, and managed to throw the lid of the toilet open seconds before I started throwing up. I flushed the toilet and sat back on the cool floor. Then the urge to vomit happened again. I vomited, longer this time and the acid coming up burned my throat. I was throwing up stomach bile, as I had only drunk a CafPow. I flushed the toilet again, and opened the stall door. I washed my hands, my mouth and my face. The door opened and I saw Ziva in the mirror.
"Hey, Abby. You OK? You look really pale." She said.
"I don't feel too great." I replied, smiling gratefully at her for asking.
"Maybe you should have something to eat." She suggested. I nodded.
"That's probably it." She went into a stall and I left the bathroom. I saw Gibbs coming towards me and I smiled weakly.
"Hey Abs. Are you OK? You don't look good." He said. I shook my head.
"I don't feel good Gibbs. I really don't." I said.
"You should go home, rest." He said.
"I can't. We have a case." I said. I felt light headed and dizzy. I started to fall and Gibbs caught me. And then, darkness.