Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS in any way, shape, or form. This is just a piece of my mind on a computer screen.
Author's Notes: These are drabbles I have written and posted on the awesome NCIS roleplaying board I am a part of and play Abby in. It's called The World of NCIS (at proboards .com). Check it out we would love to have ya! Please enjoy these stories of Abby's past!!
Destruction
She was staring out of her bedroom window again, the one her mother disliked her looking out of. the reason was that outside that window, thirteen year old Abby could see over the fence and into the neighboring construction site and all of what they were doing. Gloria didn't want her daughter being witness to that extreme destruction, even if they were just buildings.
Today, the construction team were taking out the west side wall fo the old building which was awesome. Abby was excited because this was the wall she faced from one side of her room and she would have the perfect view of it. Her head spun around to check through the open door into the hallway; she wanted to make sure her mother wasn't near.
She looked at the construction ball getting lined up to start smashing into the wall. a smile came to her face as she thought about how much she wanted to know how it all happened. Abby was curious about the cause and effect of things; she wanted to know why they were taking down the old building, why termites destroy wood and why bodies decay over time. Of course, she tried not thinking about the body question, but she did want t know.
Her eyes widened as a loud noise sounded through her window and reached her ears. It was amazing and her full attention was captured by it while her mind thought about the process.
A small boy stood in the doorway watching her, wondering what was so intriguing that she didn't even notice he was there. He looked around the room briefly before he figured it out.
"I'm telling mom!" he called to her before spinning on his heel and running toward the stairs.
Abby turned around and shouted at the six year old boy, "Damien, don't tell her you punk! Get back here!" she ran after him but froze at the top of the stairs. Her mother stood there with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face.
"Get your fuzzy-pajama clad butt down here this instant and start working on your homework, young lady," her mother said in a low voice so her son, standing behind her, wouldn't hear the full extent of her anger.
Abby trotted down the stairs, sullenly, hating that her fun had been stopped short by her little brother and mother. Maybe later she could sneak back up...
-Fin-