(found the prompt in the LJ comm ncis100 archives to cater to my plot bunny du jour)
Characters-
Abby and Ducky
Rating: K
Ep spoilers: nope
Characters: Not
mine.
Prompt: #91 Ice
The autopsy room was utterly still, the gleaming steel tables empty save for one body, stretched out and motionless. Her ivory skin stood in stark contrast to the raven hair, fanned out around her in long waves. Her lips were a blood red slash across her pale face. Her makeup was smeared around her eyes and mouth in rivulets, perhaps attesting to some memory of tears or pain. Her legs stretched out, limply weighted down by the tall, chunky boots she had always loved.
Her hands, stark white beneath the fishnet gloves she adored, were curved around a garish red cup of CafPow!, standing upright on her stomach like a sentinel, or some twisted parody of a mourner's bouquet. Beads of condensation slid down its plastic surface, marking a damp circle on her shirt.
Ducky strode
through the autopsy doors, looked up, and saw the table's grim
burden.
His tray of instruments clattered to the floor, from
suddenly nerveless fingers. It couldn't be!!!
With a
shriek, Abby sat bolt upright, jostling her Caf-Pow so the sticky red
liquid splashed her shirt.
"Ducky! I didn't hear you come
in! This is the only place in the building the A/C still works.
My mascara's melted off three times. I'm dying in my lab!"
She looked down at her shirt. "Oh man. I'll be in
the decontamination shower."
Finally, she took in his horrified face. "My dear Abigail, I thought you were-"
She enveloped the flustered ME in a sticky hug, before bending to help him retrieve the fallen instruments. "Aww, Ducky! That's so sweet! I'm sorry I scared you!"