Title: 'The Waiting Game'
Characters/Pairings: Abby Sciuto, NCIS Director Tom Morrow
Word Count: 318
Rating: G
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of DPB, CBS & Co. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Abby waits for that all-important phone call.
A/N: I've often wondered about Abby's arrival at NCIS. I think there may be a longer fic eventually stemming from this little vignette.
Abby Sciuto waits by the phone. It's been a week since the second interview. Surely by now they've made a decision? Why don't they call? Someone had better put her out of her misery, before she goes insane.
She's one of the lucky few. Only three of her graduating classmates have had any luck at all in their job hunt, and two others have resorted to driving cabs. It's been a long road; a string of boring tech jobs over the years as she accumulated degrees and research credentials. She's paid her dues, but now with these latest letters after her name, and a thesis defense that knocked everyone's socks off, she's finally caught everyone's attention. Even though jobs are hard to come by though, she's not as excited about the Feebie opportunity as she is about this one.
The highlight of the experience was the tour of the lab. Oh. My. Gosh. What she wouldn't give to be able to work with all that high-tech equipment! It's a forensic scientist's dream! Her friends were so very wrong – Quantico may have the reputation, but NCIS has got the goods. Mass spectrometer. Ballistic calculator. Electron microscope. Latent print development chamber. Yes, Quantico has these things, but it would take her at least fifteen years to work her way high enough up the food chain to actually get to use them. Director Morrow assured her, if she's the successful candidate, this lab will be HER domain. It's tantalizing beyond belief.
It's like when you look in the window of the candy store, but you aren't allowed to go inside and spend the 85 cents in your pocket because Mom says you have to have dinner first. Pure torture.
The phone's ringing. She nearly knocks over her Caf-Pow in the rush to answer. It's the call she's been waiting for, and life is about to change forever for Abigail Sciuto, PhD.