Title: Abby in Wonderland
Chapter: 1
Summary: The title speaks for itself, I think… but you may be surprised at who plays the various characters! No pairings (yet).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything created by Mr. Belisario, nor the writings of Mr. Dodgson. I'm simply a guest on their playground.
The day had started out to be perfectly normal. Abby woke at 0500 from force of habit, showered, and debated whether to take the time to eat breakfast. As usual she decided she wouldn't. Next step was choosing an outfit and she was ready to go.
Entering HQ was the same as every other day, too. She passed through the metal detector with no difficulty and Tom, one of the security guards, waved her in. "Good morning , Abby!" he called.
She returned the greeting and stepped into elevator, pushing the button for the 3rd floor first. She expected that most of the agents would have arrived by this time and she wanted to have a little fun before going downstairs to spend the day with her babies.
The elevator doors opened and Abby stepped out. To her surprise, the room was silent and empty. No conversation, no phones ringing, no people. She stood perfectly still for a moment, confused, then shrugged and decided to look around to see if someone was there.
Fifteen minutes later, Abby had searched every part of the squad room without finding anyone at all. "This is getting really hinky!" she yelled, stomping her foot in frustration. She noticed that her boot didn't make its usual dull thud when her foot landed, so she looked down to find out how her boot planned to explain itself.
But there were no boots.
Instead, there were black patent pumps with a small heel. Not her usual style at all. She examined herself in the reflective glass, and gasped. "Hinkier and hinkier!" she said to her reflection. She was wearing a pinafore – a pinafore – with a matching apron. Schoolgirl, possibly, but not sexy at all. Of course the dress was red and the apron black, which made sense, but that was the only thing that did. Her black hair was pulled back with clips and curled into ringlets.
Just then she heard a noise from behind the staircase, and she turned just in time to see someone with tall white ears and a fluffy white tail hurrying past her. She couldn't see his face, so she ran after him, in between the desks and partitions, as quickly as she could. "Stop!" she cried.
The rabbit paused for a moment and pulled out a digital pocket watch. "Oh, dear, I'll be late and the Queen will be so displeased!"
Abby rounded the corner and stared at him. "McGee?" she asked, amazed. "What are you doing?"
He paid her no mind, simply muttered again about being late and took off in a new direction. Abby followed, but she couldn't seem to catch up to him. Meanwhile her mind was racing, trying to imagine why McGee would be wearing a rabbit suit. She spotted him slipping into the stairwell. "McGee!" she shouted. "It's me, Abby!" By forcing a burst of speed she reached the stairwell before the door closed. He was going down, she was sure, even though his footsteps weren't loud (they wouldn't be, she mused, with those long, furry feet).
Suddenly a door banged shut somewhere below Abby, but she couldn't tell which one. "I'll just have to try them all," she said resolutely, continuing down the stairs. "But I have to be careful," she added, "because I have no idea what is going on today. In fact, I am not even sure that I am Abby anymore. Maybe I'm Ziva, or Michelle."
She cautiously approached the first door she came to, wishing there was a window so that she could look inside. She listened but heard nothing. "Well, I'll have to open it." She slowly turned the knob and pulled on the door, an odd scent reaching her nostrils. "Someone's smoking shisha," she observed, taking a deep breath despite herself. Soon she was feeling more relaxed and the problem of the McGee-rabbit didn't seem quite so urgent. "Who's here?" she called.
Following the trail of smoke, she wandered into a room with a very large mushroom in the center. On top of the mushroom she could see someone with long black hair sitting with her legs tucked to one side. This seemed to be the source of the smoke, so she walked around the mushroom and discovered that the person smoking a hookah was Ziva!
"Who are you?" Ziva demanded.
"Don't you know me? I'm Abby."
Ziva took a long pull on the hookah, then slowly shook her head. "Are you certain that you are Abby? Is it possible –" here she stopped to inhale from the pipe again, "—that you are actually someone else in disguise?"
"No!" Abby tried to ignore the doubts she herself had been having just a short time before. "I am sure I know who I am, don't be silly."
"You are silly," Ziva nodded knowingly.
"Now that was just mean," Abby replied, her fists on her hips. "Why are you acting so strange, Ziva?"
"Perhaps it is you who are acting strange." The room was gradually filling with more and more smoke, and it was becoming difficult to see. Because of this, Abby didn't realize at first that Ziva had slid off the mushroom and was standing right beside her. When Ziva spoke in her ear, Abby jumped, even though it was barely more than a whisper. "One side makes you larger," she confided, "and the other one makes you small."
She disappeared into the smoke before Abby could even interpret what she said, much less formulate a response.
A/N: How do you like it so far? Can you guess who Abby will encounter next? Please review!