Title: I Don't Feel Like Dancing
Author: Taisa Prongsie
Pairing: Abby / Ducky / Gibbs (if you squint)
Rating: PG-13
Synopsis: Abby gets lost in her music and gets quite a surprise.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: Abby & Ducky (as with the rest of the NCIS team) are not mine.
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Music always blared in Abby's lab, a habit stemming from her childhood. Coming from a household in which her parents were both deaf, she played her music as loudly as possible to escape the silence.
On the rare occasion that she wasn't bustling around, or more likely, when she was waiting for results to come through, Abby would dance.
The forensic specialist took a year of tap and jazz when she was growing up at the request of her grandmother. At the time, she had resented the lessons, finding exploring the wreckage yard was a much better use of her time.
Now with hindsight providing her with a different outlook, she admitted that the lessons were rather fun. Since then, of course, Abby had taken a few other dance classes ranging from belly dancing to a lesson on exotic dancing just as something fun and different. Each time she danced, her posture, her moves – all were gleaned from her varying dance classes – and incorporated into her own style when she was alone.
It had been a rare slow day, and Abby was patiently awaiting DNA results to finish processing. Her eclectic music was blaring, when something smooth and jazz-like started to play. Along with the time of the music, her hips swayed, and her arms gracefully swung around her body.
Soon, she got lost in the music, closing her painted eyes, leaving her body to follow the melody. Slow, smooth, her pale frame curled around the notes. Her ruby lips, pulled into a smile, mouthed the words. In her own world, she spun out and instantly slammed into something. Something soft, something body-like.
Uh-oh…
Blue eyes flashed open immediately while a slight blush crept up on porcelain skin. Abby had spun directly into Gibbs, narrowly missing Ducky, who stood at his right.
"Hi guys! Didn't hear you come in!" Abby added, biting her lower lip sheepishly.
"Abs, you got something for me?" Gibbs' smirk was practically audible.
"Right! The killer's prints came up as a match with our primary suspect, although there were three others' DNA found at the scene of the crime. I ran all of them through DNA analysis just now, and they should be done in about two seconds!"
Walking over to the computer, Abby's dinger dinged. She began typing furiously and analyzing the information for Gibbs. Minutes later, addresses were found, and just as suddenly as he arrived, Gibbs ran off to find the rest of the team after a quick kiss on Abby's cheek.
Ducky walked over to her, and wrapped a warm arm around her narrow waist. "Quite a good show, my dear; the best thing I've seen in quite some time, too." He smiled, a devilish flicker evident in his eyes. "Now, I've come over to ask if you would be willing to pop over to Autopsy and assist? I'm afraid Mister Palmer has come down with the flu and cannot help today."
"Of course, Ducky! Though, I have a question for you. A little quid pro quo, Clarice."
"Ask away, my dear."
The raven haired forensic expert took Ducky's awaiting arm, and asked, "How long were you and Gibbs watching there?"
"Only a few moments, dear. We were both rather impressed. Did you take dance lessons?"
"I did, though I'm certain my grandmother wouldn't have been too thrilled with that little performance," she giggled.
"Perhaps not, my dear, perhaps not," he grinned as they walked out of Abby's lab.