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Yes, Abby is going to be OOC in this chapter. Let me state this: I lost a parent as a young child. I have experienced deep grief. There is nothing "in character" about grieving (at least at certain stages with certain people). Abby is a sensitive, reactive person on a good day. Grieving? Annoyed? Upset at Gibbs? I doubt that she would be acting normally. (And trust me, the grief at the beginning is little more than a shadow of the grief that matures over the years, especially when a child/teen loses a parent. The grief is often delayed when that happens, recurring in young adulthood.)
I hope that explanation makes sense. Don't worry - Gibbs will help her find a better way to grieve. At least he'll try, when he finally catches up with her. I promise that by the end of the story she'll be back to the cheerful, beautiful-souled Abby that we all know and LOVE!
For now, Abby is still grieving and rebelling. :)
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As a teenager, Abby Scuito had gotten into trouble several times with some of her friends for vandalism. Nothing too serious, just enough that the neighbours fianlly complained to her dad who made very sure that she would not repeat that mistake again. Well, until now.
No one can stop me! she thought triumphantly as she drove across town. The only question is, who first?
A little guesswork and deductive reasoning had her decide to head to Director Shepard's house first.
She'll never know what happened! Abby cackled mentally. She did not dare to do much - after all, there was a maid and lots of security cameras. But Abby was currently fearless and stupidly reckless. She pulled some super glue out of her glove box - always knew that it would be useful to keep a tube in my car! - and one of the small packets of glitter. She slipped on a pair of gloves - no fingerprints - and pulled her hair back - no forensic evidence! Keeping an eye on the cameras and pausing to figure out what angles they were recording, she sneaked along the side of the house to the walkway. She paused for a moment, trying to decide what to do. She finally settled for a quick drawing. She drew a few quick lines and dots with the super glue on the cobbled walkway, then liberally applied the glitter. Staring up at her was a glittery sad face, the opposite of the tattoo on her finger. Anyone trying to sweep away the glitter would be left staring at a sad face - just like mine. Once she was finished she grabbed the packet and ran. Her heart was pounding by the time she reached her car but she did not stop until she had driven several blocks away.
Oh, that felt so good to get some revenge!
Abby was making the mistake of confusing adrenaline with courage, but with no reason to stop - no one cares anyway - she decided to continue.
Fifteen minutes later she had drawn the same face on Ducky's front step. The only difference was that this time, instead of avoiding cameras and a maid, she was avoiding corgis and a mother. But she was not the best in her field for nothing - she slipped away without even a whimper from a single puppy.
Who next? Gibbs? Nah, I want to save him for last. Who else? Jimmy! Yes, he'll be easy to mess with! Actually, I can get him and the others all at the same time!
Abby hurried back to the naval yard - thankfully Gibbs had not talked to security about making sure that she went home!
Really, I wouldn't put it past him! Now, where's Jimmy's car? There it is, and there is Tony's and Tim's! Oh, and there is Ziva's!
Jimmy's window was open the tiniest crack, but it was enough for Abby. She had decorated enough cars at weddings to be a pro. She found a plastic straw, still in its paper wrap, in her purse - probably from one of the Caf-Pow!s she had purchased. She squeezed it through the window and poured some glitter inside. She watched gleefully as it drifted down like the car was a giant snow globe.
Tim next!
She had an extra key for his car. She had forgotten long ago why he had given her a copy, but it was useful now. She sprinkled glitter over all of the seats and steering wheel. It would take a long time for him to get rid of it!
Ziva.
Abby, not wanting to get bored, decided against putting glitter inside of her friend's car, instead deciding to sprinkle it over the door handles and stuffing some under the windshield wipers.
And now my traitor of the day - TONY! He chose to leave me there with grumpy Gibbs, probably knowing that Gibbs would send me home - now I'll get my revenge on him!
His car was surprisingly unlocked, which delighted Miss Abigail who had not wanted to try breaking into it. She used two whole bags in his car - setting it near the vents so that it would blow everywhere; putting it over all of the seats and floors; she popped the truck and filled his gym bag with the sparkles. Her stolen glee grew with each sparkle that contaminated the car. She messed with the seat height and turned the radio up as loud as possible to blast him once he turned it on, just to add some "extra" surprises for him.
All through doing the cars she kept an eye out, but not once did anyone pass her. She grinned sneakily as she ran back to her car.
Maybe it is my lucky day after all!
Now, Gibbs!
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For any of the "Abby supporters", do you have ideas for her at Gibbs' house? I could use some new ones!
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