Just like BTW, this probably takes place shortly after McGee became part of Gibbs team. Not like right away, but maybe like season three or four. On another note, its seems I have slipped out of my writers persona and back into my inner teen seeing how the previous sentence was chalk full of 'likes' and 'BTWs'.

Disclaimer: I do not in the least own the marvelosity (not a real word) that is NCIS. If I did I wouldnt have to make up words like marvelosity to get attention. Oh well, whatcha gonna do.


Abbey Scuito's Collection Of Pointless One-Shots: The music fits the stereotypes

Loud music is sometimes the only way to go. For a number of reasons; without it you think too much is one of them. This isn't the reason for Abbey though. She is a scientist! Thinking is encouraged! For her, it might be just for some white noise, something to fill the empty space. Most people, as one would think, would go for something classical, maybe even settle for simply quieter. And while Abbey doesn't in the least usually qualify for Goth stereotypes, the music is one she exceeds in. With Abbey's tall heeled and studded boots, almost dangerously short red and black skirt, black sweater with (interestingly enough) kittens on it, spiked collar and bracelets, black lipstick, and swinging black pigtails- the music definitely does match her style. The music is not for everyone though.

"Abbey! What is this?!" Shouts one Timothy McGee as he steps into our forensic scientist's lab and is met by deafening music.

"This, Timothy, is the wonderful sound of music!"

"Well turn it down!"

"Why?"

Abbey sizes up McGee, watching him grow quiet as she intimidates him. Albeit becoming an efficient agent, the man still tends to show his probie side when confronted.

"D-don't you think it's a little l-loud?" he stutters.

"What I think, is that you don't appreciate real music." but she turns it down anyways to please the nervous newbie.

"Thank you." McGee says, a little irritatedly.

"Geeez, who peed in your cereal?"

"First, gross; and second, it's just DiNozzo.

Abbey seems to study him thoughtfully.

"You're afraid to stand up to him aren't you?" she taunts with a knowing smile.

McGee balks.

"I am not!"

"McGee, lighten up! DiNozzo's a softy, you just got to stand up to him, show him his place!'

Suddenly, they both whip around as they hear voice from the doorway:

"I hope you're talking about another DiNozzo."


Very special thanks to PancakesAndSunshine for the kind words. I hope you will like this chapter as much as the first one:)