Yes, I know it's very short. I uploaded a Christmas story two days ago, and these stories are very irrelevant to Christmas even though that is the day I am posting them on. I started writing these little things on Abbey because I was bored and they turned into these little actual pointless one-shots. And luckily, before I started posting this, I had already written four so you wont have to wait long for the next chapter.
Disclaimer: The wonderful Miss Abigail Scuito does not belong to me. If she did she would be in a full on McAbbey relationship by now ( and on that note, NCIS doesnt belong to me either because if it did there would be an actual Tiva relationship by now and the hysterical and adorable Jimmy Palmer would get much more screen time.
Abbey Scuito's Collection Of Pointless One-Shots: The world needs a little inconsistency
Sometimes, the only way to get your machines to work is to stare at them and think good thoughts. This theory has been tried, tested, perfected, and proved very inconsistent by one lovable forensic scientist. Although sketchy, sometimes where there's a will, there's a way. But not today.
"Whatcha got Abbs?"
"Nothing yet Gi... you're not Gibbs." And indeed he wasn't. The person who had walked through those ever opened doors was a cocky, Caf-Pow! toting DiNozzo.
"No Abbs, I'm not. Whatcha got?"
Abbey straightens up from where she was leaning over her Major Mass Spec. Results were a product of success, success completely out of Abbey's control.
"Nothing Tony, I've got nothing." She sighed.
Abbey then reaches for the Caf-Pow!; which was with good intentions, but Tony had other ideas.
"Nuh, uh. No results, no Caf-Pow!."
Tony held the caffeine filled drink above his head while a pig tailed donned Abbey stood on her tiptoes and tried to reach it.
Abbey stretches to the limit in her mega heeled boots. With her non-sensible choice in footwear, she is only slightly shorter than DiNozzo. She stretches her arms higher, and higher, but her fingers miss the cup by a centimeter.
"Fine!" Abbey crosses her arms and pouts.
Something beeps.
"Oooh, whatcha got?" Tony lowers his arm and bends to stare at the machine like it's going to start spontaneously talking to him. Abbey takes this opportunity to snatch the hostage from Tony's grip. Tony turns in surprise.
"Hey!"
Abbey takes a greedy sip.
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