Abby sat in science pretending to listen to her teacher, but she already knew all at the chemical formula for magnesium sulfate. Her eyes wondered from Mr. Fatchet and to the back of a certain blonde head two rows in front of her and Ziva. His arm was whizzing across that page, much to quickly to be coping what sir said. Abby had imagined time after time of just walking up to him and introduce herself but she'd never been able to get her feet to move when she'd had the chance.
'Abby?'
'Hmm?' Abby wrenched her gaze from his back and focused on Ziva
'Do you understand this?' Ziva had many red crosses on her page where she had been trying to work out the questions on the board.
'Yeah' Abby pushed her notes across the table and continued to look at him.
Ncis…..ncis…ncis…..ncis….
Yet again she had frozen up, she'd managed to walk up to his table as they filed out of the room when the bell rang but her voice seemed to have disappeared so she looked longingly at his stooped head as he continued to write. Then Ziva grabbed her arm and while still chattering about that lesions work lead her out of the lab.
Ncis…..ncis…ncis…..ncis….
All week Abby had tried and failed to talk to Timothy. She had given up, just decided to like him for a distance (if that was possible).
Retreating to the computer room at the end of Fridays lesions for a relaxing soft ware up-dating session and the escape from Ziva's hurt puppy dog eyes as she watched Tony feed Kate grapes.
She dumped her black bag in the corner of the room next to her favorite computer that she had scratched the letter A into. Pressed the on button and sunk back in her chair. When the scene had lit up she opened the file from her thumb drive and started to rip files from it to the hard drive. She didn't hear him in the corner till his light key taping was the only sound in the room, she computers humming would have usually hid the sound but her latest up-date had fixed the problem. Turning in her chair she saw Timothy, back turned to her (again) keys getting hit left, right and center. Abby who had finished her work for the day quietly packed up and snuck up behind him, reading over his shoulder…
Her smile lit the room up as she spoke, Amy had always been confident with public speaking. Tyler sat at the back of the room, staring at her as she addressed the class. She was so beautiful, if only she would notice him. Release that he was madly and deeply in love with her…
At this point his fingers stopped on the keys as if he didn't know what to write next. Abby quickly and without a sound, exited the room before he noticed her lurking behind him.
Ncis…..ncis…ncis…..ncis….
Abby hadn't left the computer room since 5th period, just skipped art and continued to type up her English assignment on war poetry they were studying. Yawning with boredom she stretched, tilting her chair backwards then suddenly she was falling. Her body followed the chair to the ground, her head smashing the floor with the impact. The sound reverberated around the room along with her long string of cuss words.
"…Bloody hell, just what I need a splitting headache, mother fu…'
"Are you ok?" A voice asked from some where behind her. She tried to look around but only managed to get her foot tangled in an extra cord protruding from the monitor of the closest computer.
"Don't move" they said gently with a hint of laughter in their voice.
Abby stopped wriggling around on the floor and tried to focus on who was helping her. Her heart skipped a beat…it was Timothy. He was coming to her rescue, he gently took her foot and unwrapped the blue Internet cord from her ankle then he lowered her foot to the ground. He held out a hand, she was turning bright red, why? Why did he have to notice her when she was spread-eagled on the ground?
'Hi, I'm Timothy' he said as she took his helping hand
'Hi, Abby' she replied, and then he pulled her to her feet. A second's wonder at his strength, then black spots and no sense of balance.
'Whooh, steady there' He grabbed her waist with his free arm and pulled her close so she didn't fall over again. Looking up into his hazel eyes was dangerous; you were likely to drown in them.
'Urr' Abby said lost for words, the throbbing in the back of her head increased as she stayed standing up right. She absent-mindedly put a hand to the pain as if her touch would help it decrease.
'Abby, right?'
'Yeah' She laughed nervously, he still hadn't released her from his steadying hold.
'Timothy' He said smiling, unwrapping his arm from her waist. She took a step back, taking her hand away from her black ponytail.
'Oh!' He gasped
'What?' she turned her head as if to see someone behind her, but there was only a computer desk and wooden chair that had the word 'Slag' carved into the back.
'Your bleeding' He said calmly
'What!' Abby looked down at her hand and felt sick; her fingers were covered in red shiny blood. This was bad.
'Its ok, you'll be fine' He said coolly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a clean handkerchief, he gave it to her. She wiped her fingers then folded it over into a tight little square and placed it to her head, where the pain seemed worse.
'Can I have a look?' He asked looking worried.
'Yeah' she turned around 'By the way I'm safe' she felt so stupid the moment she said it.
'What do you mean?' he questioned with a hint of laughter in his voice. Abby sighed with embarrassment then said 'My bloods safe. I know the school nurse flips out at the sight of blood cause she's so scared to get an STI or something. But I'm clean, I tested for that bio assignment last term' Abby was sure he was standing in horror behind her thinking what a freak she was.
'But that was a test for the common flu?' a statement she had not expected.
'Urr Yeah, but I was interested, I love studying how the cells move and change with different chemicals. So I tested for everything…' she was turning bright red, she turned back to look at him 'from chicken pox to Parkinson's disease'.
She risked a glace at his eyes, she expected anything then what she found. Amazement.
'Your one different girl Abby'
'Oh great' her shoulders slumped and she tried to hide the hurt she felt
'No no… that's a good thing, a great thing. I like it' she looked back up into his liquid green eyes and saw them smiling at her.
'Really?'
'Yes, now lets get a look at this head of yours' he said laughing. Abby grinned and turned back around. His fingers were so gentle as he pulled her ponytail out and combed it to the side.
'Where's that handkerchief?' Abby held it over her shoulder and he took it from her.
He was very careful as he pressed it against the gash, but she still gasped in pain.
'Sorry!' he said with sincere emotion.
'Its ok, how bad?'
'Get your bag and follow me' He simple said as he guided her hand to the square of the fabric, where her fingers took over the job of steaming the flow of crimson blood.
'Timothy. How bad is it?' She turned and looked at him.
'Bad' his face was blank, but his eyes were worried. Abby cringed
'I'm taking you to the hospital, get your bag and lets go' He held out his hand once she had slung her black sequined backpack over her free shoulder, not knowing if he was actually offering his hand to hold she stood there feeling stupid.
'Take my hand silly' he wiggled his fingers, smiling at her with a cute boyish grin.
Smiling while hiding her excitement and nerves she took his hand and let him led her out of the computer lab.
Bones.
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