I'm a bad person, I know. I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever, I've been really focused on the last week of school and making sure I have everything turned in and when I finally sat down in front of my computer, my mind went completely blank. But here it is, the next chapter in this hopefully-not-awful story, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS... yet. :)
"Awwwwwwww!" Abby cooed, closing the computer window and turning to Cynthia. "See? This is why I meddle, which, by the way, you're not going to tell Tim about cause he always tells me not to do it, but how can I not? Seriously, it creates such fantastical amazing moments! Would this have happened if I hadn't stepped in? Maybe. But would it be this great and would we have got it on tape to show the entire Squadroom when Gibbs and Jenny are out for coffee, which in Jenny's case just means complaining and staring at Gibbs with a devious look in her eyes as he chugs a cup of coffee? Heck no!"
"Wait, we're going to show this to everyone in the Squadroom?" Cynthia asked, her eyes widening as realization of how much trouble she'd be in if Jenny Shepard found out she did this flashed across her mind.
"No of course not! We're going to show this to everyone in the building or within a five mile radius! We're all just going to be crammed into the squadroom watching it!" Abby replied cheerily, turning back around and yanking a pink and black skull flash-drive out of her pocket, sticking it into the computer.
Cynthia's eyes widened even more and she glanced around, hoping that if she didn't witness Abby doing this, then she wouldn't be to blame. Sure, she was all for Gibbs and Jenny together, after all, they were already married and she was totally happy for them. But she knew that when they joined forces against someone, namely her if Abby did this, then she was going down without any chance of evading her punishment, which would most likely be getting fired.
"I know what you're thinking, if you help me you'll probably end up being fired or something. But trust me, neither Gibbs nor Jenny will ever know you were here! I'll tell them I strapped you in a chair or something. But that's only if they find out, which they won't." She assured Cynthia, pulling the flash-drive out of the computer and slipping it back into her pocket. "Now come on, we gotta video to show!"
"What? I thought we were going to wait until they were out getting coffee or something!" Cynthia cried, beginning to panic.
"Yeah, but I figured since they're already locked up tight... Oh fine. We'll wait until Gibbs goes on another coffee run. But that means that it's you're job to make sure Jenny goes with him!" Abby said, agreeing once she noticed Cynthia's worried expression.
"Okay..." Cynthia trailed off, deciding that she would just have to find a way to do just that. It couldn't be that hard, right? And she was sure that Abby would have a few ideas if she was lacking. "Abby, how exactly am I supposed to-" She began deciding it was better to ask now than at the last minute.
"OH MY GOSH!" Abby yelled, cutting her off. Yanking her phone out of her pocket, she dialed the two on her speed dial and held the phone up to her ear, tapping her foot as she waited for him to pick up.
Hello? Cynthia heard the voice ask as she watched Abby type furiously on the keyboard with her free hand.
"McGee! I am so so so so so so so sorry that Gibbs, Jenny, and I aren't down there yet! You guys are all probably wondering where we are and why I told you to go down to Autopsy when I wasn't even going to meet you there like I said I would. But I just had to do a few things regarding... uhhh... elevators and Paris and annoying Colonels. But we'll be right down! I promise! Okay?" Abby rushed, stepping towards the door as she heard the elevator doors finally ding open.
Okay...
"Great! 'Kay, bye! See yah in like two minutes!" She yelled, snapping the phone shut and running down the hallway and pushing both Jenny and Gibbs back into the elevator just as the doors were sliding closed. Yep, this was certainly going to be an interesting ride.
...
"Abby? What're you doing?" Jenny asked, glancing at Gibbs and wondering if he was in on whatever secret plan Abby was acting on. It wouldn't be the first time that they'd put their heads together and thought of some other way to make her life, lets say, even more interesting than it already was. Gibbs reached for the elevator button leading to the Squadroom, diminishing her previous theory of them being in on this together.
"Woah, woah, woah, what do you think you're doing, Mister?" Abby asked, shooing his hand away from the button panel.
"Going back to the Squadroom." Gibbs replied, sighing deeply when Abby just raised her eyebrows at him.
"No you aren't." Abby responded, regarding Gibbs with wide eyes.
"Then where are we going, Abs?" Gibbs questioned, wanting to hurry this up so he could solve the case and then go home.
"Down to Autopsy!" Abby said, acting as if it was obvious.
"Why are we going to Autopsy?" Jenny asked, satisfied that Gibbs and Abby weren't plotting against her. Actually, Gibbs seemed to have no idea what was going on. The famous Leroy Jethro Gibbs didn't have a clue on what Abby was doing.
"To see Ducky!" Abby announced, pressing the button for Autopsy, her smile growing as the elevator slowly began moving downwards, possibly towards their doom.
Before either Gibbs or Jenny could open their mouths to ask why they were going to see Ducky, Abby continued, her expression quickly turning somber. "Palmer has to tell you guys something."
"Palmer?" Gibbs questioned, glancing at a stunned Jenny. "What does he have to do with this?"
"Gibbs, you don't even know what 'this' is, how would you know if he has something to do with it or not?" Abby asked him sharply.
"Abby, what does he have to do with whatever this is?" Jenny asked, repeating Gibbs' question.
"Why don't you ask him?" Abby smiled as the elevator dinged open and the three stepped out, walking towards the doors leading to Autopsy.
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"So, then I was like, 'Seriously, McGee? Why on earth would you think that?'" They heard Tony call as the doors opened in front of them.
Before them sat five laughing people, each with a steaming cup of tea in their hands. Ducky was sitting in his desk chair, chucking as he watched McGee glare at Tony from his post on top of the Examination Table. Palmer was leaning against the same table, his tea sloshing out of the cup as he shook with laughter. Tony and Ziva were both perched on top of Ducky's desk, Ziva rolling her eyes and Tony still laughing.
"That was you, Tony! I was the one who said that!" McGee argued, his voice going up three octaves and bringing on another wave of laughter.
"Its okay, Timmy. We all know it was you." Abby said, walking over to McGee and leaning against him. Gibbs and Jenny entered, looking warily around the room, before walking towards Ducky and standing behind him, careful to avoid the tea Palmer was still spilling all over the floor.
"Ducky, would you care to explain to us why Abby demanded we come see you?" Jenny asked, immediately transferring into Director mode.
"Why doesn't Mr. Palmer explain that to you, after all, it is his doing." Ducky stated, turning to look at Palmer, who had immediately stopped laughing and turned a light shade of green.
"Will someone tell me what Palmer has to do with this and what's going on before you all find yourselves lying cold on that table!" Gibbs barked, glaring around the room at everyone.
"Take it away Autopsy Gremlin!" Tony announced, gesturing wildly.
"Okay... Ummm... Well, its a funny story actually-."
"Palmer! It's not a funny story, stop saying that!" Abby yelled, cutting him off.
"Oh, um, sorry. So, anyways... I kinda might have, according to Abby, ummm, like, given some woman named Ryan some information that could possibly be bad, or something." Palmer slurred, trying to tell the story as quickly as possible so that nothing else could slip out of his mouth, damaging his career for good.
"Or something?" Gibbs practically yelled, images of what happened the last time Ryan got her hands on the wrong information flashing before his eyes. He didn't want to have to go through that again, even if it meant that Ryan would ultimately be out of the picture for good, if there was even a chance that Jenny could get hurt, he wasn't going to take it.
"Well... Umm... I-I-I, d-d-don't r-really..." Palmer stuttered, looking to Abby for help.
"We think Ryan's gone completely off her rockers and is going to try to kidnap Jenny and Mini-Gibbs." Abby cut in, her expression quickly turning somber once more.
"What!" Gibbs and Jenny yelled, sharing worried looks. Gibbs immediately started pacing the room, practically burning a hole in wherever he looked. Jenny sighed, knowing that once Gibbs got worked up, it took a miracle to calm him back down. "So when exactly do you think she's going to try to kidnap Jen?"
"Ummmm, anytime? I don't know, its not really set in stone. But when your crazy, you always seem find a way." Abby said, glancing at McGee with a worried expression.
"Okay, DiNozzo, arrange a protection detail, 24 hours around my house." Gibbs began, still pacing.
"What?" Tony asked, having not been paying attention for the last five minutes. Glancing at Gibbs, he quickly nodded, deciding to just ask McGee later. "Oh, sure boss."
"McGee, track her cellphone. Find out where she is, and we'll be able to predict where she'll go next." He barked next, glancing at McGee as he talked.
"Sure, boss!"
"Ziva, once McGee figures out where Ryan is, send a pair of agents to trail her, make sure she doesn't come within a ten mile radius of Jenny." When Ziva nodded, Gibbs turned to Abby, who was smiling angelically.
"Abs..."
"The brother did it." She said, smiling as everyone slipped into the hallway, Ducky and Palmer muttering something about going for something to eat.
"And that's why you're my favorite." Gibbs replied as she hurried out of Autopsy, calling for McGee to hold the elevator.
"Jethro, none of this is necessary. I can take care of myself, remember?" Jenny murmured, walking up to him once everyone else was on .
"Well, until Ryan's finally locked up, I'm not taking any chances." He said, slipping his hand in hers and pulling her towards the now empty elevator, all the while, still wondering if they were ever going to catch a break or if being hunted down by assassins and crazy ladies was just part of the job description.
By the way, sorry I posted this so late. I came home from swim practice, fell asleep, then just woke up and realized I had to update or I'd be extremely annoyed with myself in the morning. Thanks to everyone who's sticked with this story even though half of the time it probably doesn't even make sense. Review, I promise I'll update by Friday! :)