Birthday Day - NCIS
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Pairing – none
Time Line – current season
Summary – Abby’s birthday doesn’t quite go as planned
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picfor1000 challenge. Story # 2. My picture was chemistry glassware. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the story suggestions and the beta. Barring paragraph separators and header info, the story is 1000 words. This is my first NCIS story
“Have any of you ever been to Abby’s place before?” Ziva stayed Tony’s hand before he rang Abby’s doorbell.
“I have,” McGee replied in a tone that suggested it should be obvious.
“I can’t help wonder what an Abby birthday party will be like,” Ziva continued.
Tony grimaced. “Good worry. Anyone else have ‘Dead Man’s Party’ running through his head?”
“Dead man?”
“Don’t ask,” McGee cut off Ziva and rang the bell. A deep bong echoed in Abby’s apartment.
Abby grinned as she flung the door open. “Gibbs! Oh…hey, come on in,” she said, barely covering her disappointment.
Tony hugged her one-handed, dropping three black roses into her arms. “Happy birthday Abby.”
“Aww, thank you, Tony.”
Ziva held out a similar bouquet adorned with torn lace. “Tony and I seemed to think alike.”
Abby’s smile went a touch flatter. “Thanks.”
McGee held out the stuffed creature Ziva and Tony had razzed him about all the way to Abby’s. “Happy birthday, Abby.”
Her eyes lit up. “Awww, a Minor Misfit! You remembered I wanted Gaston le Boo.” She hugged McGee who shot Tony a ‘told you so’ look. Abby caught McGee’s hand, hauling him further into the apartment. Their friends followed. “Help yourself to drinks,” she said, pointing to the beakers and Erlenmeyer flasks set on the drinks table.
“Um, where did those come from?” Tony nodded uneasily to the chemistry glassware.
“Relax Tony. They’ve never seen the inside of Labby.” She grinned.
“Why not use real glasses?” Ziva gave the glassware a leery look.
“Because this way you learn your exact limits,” McGee answered. “You know just how many milliliters it takes to get you nice and mellow without landing you in hangover central.”
“You’re going to use this quirk in your next novel, aren’t you, McGeek?” Tony surveyed the small crowd as he asked this offhandedly. Ducky was in the corner, Erlenmeyer flask in hand, obviously entrancing a girl half his age with amethyst hair. The party-goers were a wild mix of Goths, people somehow even odder than that, and a smattering of ones Tony would call ‘normal.’ Spotting a lithe redhead perusing the music files, Tony poured himself a beaker of beer and headed her way with a grin.
Ziva rolled her eyes. “How long before he gets shot down?”
“Who cares? Just where the hell is Gibbs?” Abby pouted.
McGee patted her arm. “You know he won’t ruin your party by not coming, Abs.”
“I know.” Her shoulders heaved, sending a spider-web lace strap careening down her arm. She hiked it back up.
Ignoring the exchange, Ziva moved off to nose around the room, studying the books on the shelf, half wondering when one of the men at the party would come talk to her. That circumstance was as inevitable as the tides. Slowly she became aware of something niggling in the back of her mind. Ziva took a step back and looked at the peculiar shape of the bookcases. Seeing Abby had abandoned McGee, Ziva returned to his side.
“Tell me she’s not using coffins as bookcases.”
McGee grinned. “Not real ones at any rate. She got them at caskestfurniture dot com.”
Ziva gave a little shake of her head. “Why?”
“They’re Abby.”
“It’s morbid.”
“It’s Abby,” McGee repeated.
Ziva wrinkled her nose. “Good point.” She peered over McGee’s shoulder. “Is that man with fangs making eyeballs at me?”
“Eyes,” McGee corrected her then turned to look. “And yes.”
“Why?”
“Go find out.” McGee gave Ziva a playful push toward fang-man. Ziva shot him an ‘I’ll kill you’ glare but he was already on his way back to Abby.
The loud doorbell bonged before McGee could get that far. By the squeal of delight and how Abby bounced as she opened the door, McGee guessed that Gibbs was there even before Abby squeaked his name. What was curious to McGee was the way Abby sagged just a bit then he saw why. Gibbs had brought Jenny.
“Happy birthday, Abby.” Gibbs brushed a kiss to her cheek as he pressed a small box into her hand.
“Thanks, Gibbs,” she said, lacking her usual enthusiasm. She set the box aside, unopened. “I’ll save it for later,” Abby added then moved off.
X X X
“This is no good,” Tony said in McGee’s ear, making him jump.
“What’s not?” McGee grumbled irritated.
Tony pointed at Abby who was sulking with the Minor Misfit. “I know she doesn’t want to actually date Gibbs but she doesn’t really want anyone else to either.” Tony gave McGee a look that said, ‘yes, he knew Gibbs and the director weren’t together but they had been and everyone knew it.’ “We need to do something to cheer up the birthday girl.” Tony snapped his fingers. “I know, beakers of booze.”
“That is a really bad idea,” McGee warned, panic in his eyes.
“It’s a great idea,” Tony argued with the finality of someone who was going to do it anyhow. McGee prepared himself for the worse.
X X X
“So who had the bright idea of giving Abby alcohol?” Gibbs grumbled as Abby’s work friends ringed around her while she sat on the couch expounding story after story.
“Tony!” McGee and Ziva said in one voice.
“Hey, she’s happy again,” Tony defend himself.
Abby bobbed drunkenly, waving at them excitedly. “Did I ever tell you about when McGee and I lived together? I have to tell you this!”
“Don’t you dare!” McGee bellowed, knowing what came next.
“But McGee,” she wheedled.
“We pinky-swore never to mention that again!”
“Pinky-swore?” Tony laughed and Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
“But it’s so funny,” Abby protested.
“See what you’ve done, Tony?”
“Come on, Abby. Tell us, what did McGeek do?” Tony smiled encouragingly.
“He-”
McGee slapped a hand over her mouth. “No one wants to know, Abby.”
“Sure we do,” Ziva grinned.
McGee yelped, shaking his hand. Abby bit him. She popped up, stumbling into Gibbs.
“He-“
McGee held up Gaston. “Hush or he gets it!”
“Awww!” Abby moaned.
“Secret’s safe!” McGee smirked.
Author’s Note – Yes, I did used to use fresh from the box glassware for this purpose when I was both a chem. Major and in med. School.
author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – I do not own them. I’m just playing with them. All rights belong to Bellsario et al
Fandom - NCIS
Pairing – none
Time Line – current season
Summary – Abby’s birthday doesn’t quite go as planned
Written for the
picfor1000 challenge. Story # 2. My picture was chemistry glassware. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the story suggestions and the beta. Barring paragraph separators and header info, the story is 1000 words. This is my first NCIS story“Have any of you ever been to Abby’s place before?” Ziva stayed Tony’s hand before he rang Abby’s doorbell.
“I have,” McGee replied in a tone that suggested it should be obvious.
“I can’t help wonder what an Abby birthday party will be like,” Ziva continued.
Tony grimaced. “Good worry. Anyone else have ‘Dead Man’s Party’ running through his head?”
“Dead man?”
“Don’t ask,” McGee cut off Ziva and rang the bell. A deep bong echoed in Abby’s apartment.
Abby grinned as she flung the door open. “Gibbs! Oh…hey, come on in,” she said, barely covering her disappointment.
Tony hugged her one-handed, dropping three black roses into her arms. “Happy birthday Abby.”
“Aww, thank you, Tony.”
Ziva held out a similar bouquet adorned with torn lace. “Tony and I seemed to think alike.”
Abby’s smile went a touch flatter. “Thanks.”
McGee held out the stuffed creature Ziva and Tony had razzed him about all the way to Abby’s. “Happy birthday, Abby.”
Her eyes lit up. “Awww, a Minor Misfit! You remembered I wanted Gaston le Boo.” She hugged McGee who shot Tony a ‘told you so’ look. Abby caught McGee’s hand, hauling him further into the apartment. Their friends followed. “Help yourself to drinks,” she said, pointing to the beakers and Erlenmeyer flasks set on the drinks table.
“Um, where did those come from?” Tony nodded uneasily to the chemistry glassware.
“Relax Tony. They’ve never seen the inside of Labby.” She grinned.
“Why not use real glasses?” Ziva gave the glassware a leery look.
“Because this way you learn your exact limits,” McGee answered. “You know just how many milliliters it takes to get you nice and mellow without landing you in hangover central.”
“You’re going to use this quirk in your next novel, aren’t you, McGeek?” Tony surveyed the small crowd as he asked this offhandedly. Ducky was in the corner, Erlenmeyer flask in hand, obviously entrancing a girl half his age with amethyst hair. The party-goers were a wild mix of Goths, people somehow even odder than that, and a smattering of ones Tony would call ‘normal.’ Spotting a lithe redhead perusing the music files, Tony poured himself a beaker of beer and headed her way with a grin.
Ziva rolled her eyes. “How long before he gets shot down?”
“Who cares? Just where the hell is Gibbs?” Abby pouted.
McGee patted her arm. “You know he won’t ruin your party by not coming, Abs.”
“I know.” Her shoulders heaved, sending a spider-web lace strap careening down her arm. She hiked it back up.
Ignoring the exchange, Ziva moved off to nose around the room, studying the books on the shelf, half wondering when one of the men at the party would come talk to her. That circumstance was as inevitable as the tides. Slowly she became aware of something niggling in the back of her mind. Ziva took a step back and looked at the peculiar shape of the bookcases. Seeing Abby had abandoned McGee, Ziva returned to his side.
“Tell me she’s not using coffins as bookcases.”
McGee grinned. “Not real ones at any rate. She got them at caskestfurniture dot com.”
Ziva gave a little shake of her head. “Why?”
“They’re Abby.”
“It’s morbid.”
“It’s Abby,” McGee repeated.
Ziva wrinkled her nose. “Good point.” She peered over McGee’s shoulder. “Is that man with fangs making eyeballs at me?”
“Eyes,” McGee corrected her then turned to look. “And yes.”
“Why?”
“Go find out.” McGee gave Ziva a playful push toward fang-man. Ziva shot him an ‘I’ll kill you’ glare but he was already on his way back to Abby.
The loud doorbell bonged before McGee could get that far. By the squeal of delight and how Abby bounced as she opened the door, McGee guessed that Gibbs was there even before Abby squeaked his name. What was curious to McGee was the way Abby sagged just a bit then he saw why. Gibbs had brought Jenny.
“Happy birthday, Abby.” Gibbs brushed a kiss to her cheek as he pressed a small box into her hand.
“Thanks, Gibbs,” she said, lacking her usual enthusiasm. She set the box aside, unopened. “I’ll save it for later,” Abby added then moved off.
X X X
“This is no good,” Tony said in McGee’s ear, making him jump.
“What’s not?” McGee grumbled irritated.
Tony pointed at Abby who was sulking with the Minor Misfit. “I know she doesn’t want to actually date Gibbs but she doesn’t really want anyone else to either.” Tony gave McGee a look that said, ‘yes, he knew Gibbs and the director weren’t together but they had been and everyone knew it.’ “We need to do something to cheer up the birthday girl.” Tony snapped his fingers. “I know, beakers of booze.”
“That is a really bad idea,” McGee warned, panic in his eyes.
“It’s a great idea,” Tony argued with the finality of someone who was going to do it anyhow. McGee prepared himself for the worse.
X X X
“So who had the bright idea of giving Abby alcohol?” Gibbs grumbled as Abby’s work friends ringed around her while she sat on the couch expounding story after story.
“Tony!” McGee and Ziva said in one voice.
“Hey, she’s happy again,” Tony defend himself.
Abby bobbed drunkenly, waving at them excitedly. “Did I ever tell you about when McGee and I lived together? I have to tell you this!”
“Don’t you dare!” McGee bellowed, knowing what came next.
“But McGee,” she wheedled.
“We pinky-swore never to mention that again!”
“Pinky-swore?” Tony laughed and Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
“But it’s so funny,” Abby protested.
“See what you’ve done, Tony?”
“Come on, Abby. Tell us, what did McGeek do?” Tony smiled encouragingly.
“He-”
McGee slapped a hand over her mouth. “No one wants to know, Abby.”
“Sure we do,” Ziva grinned.
McGee yelped, shaking his hand. Abby bit him. She popped up, stumbling into Gibbs.
“He-“
McGee held up Gaston. “Hush or he gets it!”
“Awww!” Abby moaned.
“Secret’s safe!” McGee smirked.
Author’s Note – Yes, I did used to use fresh from the box glassware for this purpose when I was both a chem. Major and in med. School.
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