NCIS FIC :: "The Answer?" [Abby/Ziva implied, PG13]
Title: The Answer?
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairings: Abby/Ziva implied
Date: 2-8 March 2009
Word Count: 434
Written for: purimgifts 2009
Recipient: lyssie
Summary: Figments of your imagination shouldn't be able to break down your defenses.
Spoilers: Episode 6x1, "Last Man Standing"
Companion Piece: Dreams
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author's Disclaimer: "NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Belisarius Productions, Paramount Network Television Productions, Paramount Television, and CBS Television. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with " NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," CBS, or any representatives of the actors.
Author's Notes: I love writing for Ziva and Abby. I really don't need any kind of excuse to do it, tho' having an excuse always helps. *g* Plus? I wanted to have a fun twist on the whole idea of "head" characters, which was blatantly ripped off of Battlestar Galactica. It was an interesting concept to play with...
Inspirational Image Info: I found the image via Google, here. No copyright infringement is intended.
Dedication: My muses, as always…
Beta: shatterpath
"The Answer?"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"You don't get it, do you?"
I glance up sharply at the intrusion to my silent contemplation, and don't bother to hide my disgust. "Don't you have anyone better to bother?"
She shakes her head, the inky pigtails swaying in reaction. "Nope. And no matter where you go, I'm gonna follow you."
Without thought, I narrow my eyes at the unspoken challenge. "You are not a good enough investigator, Abigail. Well, your real counterpart isn't. You are simply a figment of my imagination and I do not need to deal with you. Go away."
I return to the report I've been working on to send to my f -- Assistant Director David -- and scowl when I still cannot concentrate. She's humming and it's driving me completely insane. I won't look at her. If I ignore her, she'll just go away, like before. But still the humming continues. Before I realize what I'm doing, I glare at her, trying to make her go away.
"Just admit that you miss me, and this will be a lot easier."
I snort, a definitely inelegant sound, and shake my head. I've got a performance tonight and I need to finish this report so I can concentrate on that. Several more moments of attempted study prove abortive and I save the file to face my spectral tormentor. She's still sitting on the table by the door, legs swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the song she's still humming.
"Abby, you are not real. You do not need to be here. Whether I miss you or not is of no consequence, since I am no longer attached to NCIS in any way, shape, or form. I have no idea when I'll see you again, if ever. Please just go away."
I frown at the pathetic note of pleading in my voice. This is not becoming, not at all. Eyes closed, I take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself, return to the mission at hand.
"Are you so stoic that you can't admit the truth even to yourself?"
How on earth can an illusion manage to sound so very hurt? I find myself wishing she were actually here. I could use one of her attack hugs right now. I miss her so much, all of them. Even Tony. But especially Abby.
"If I admit the truth, I put myself and my mission at risk, Abby," I whisper, still unable to look at her.
"You are so much more than your missions, Ziva. When will you believe that?"
And I still have no answer for her.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairings: Abby/Ziva implied
Date: 2-8 March 2009
Word Count: 434
Written for: purimgifts 2009
Recipient: lyssie
Summary: Figments of your imagination shouldn't be able to break down your defenses.
Spoilers: Episode 6x1, "Last Man Standing"
Companion Piece: Dreams
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Frisked & Conquered
Link to: http://f-n-c.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Author's Disclaimer: "NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Belisarius Productions, Paramount Network Television Productions, Paramount Television, and CBS Television. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with " NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Services," CBS, or any representatives of the actors.
Author's Notes: I love writing for Ziva and Abby. I really don't need any kind of excuse to do it, tho' having an excuse always helps. *g* Plus? I wanted to have a fun twist on the whole idea of "head" characters, which was blatantly ripped off of Battlestar Galactica. It was an interesting concept to play with...
Inspirational Image Info: I found the image via Google, here. No copyright infringement is intended.
Dedication: My muses, as always…
Beta: shatterpath
"The Answer?"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
"You don't get it, do you?"
I glance up sharply at the intrusion to my silent contemplation, and don't bother to hide my disgust. "Don't you have anyone better to bother?"
She shakes her head, the inky pigtails swaying in reaction. "Nope. And no matter where you go, I'm gonna follow you."
Without thought, I narrow my eyes at the unspoken challenge. "You are not a good enough investigator, Abigail. Well, your real counterpart isn't. You are simply a figment of my imagination and I do not need to deal with you. Go away."
I return to the report I've been working on to send to my f -- Assistant Director David -- and scowl when I still cannot concentrate. She's humming and it's driving me completely insane. I won't look at her. If I ignore her, she'll just go away, like before. But still the humming continues. Before I realize what I'm doing, I glare at her, trying to make her go away.
"Just admit that you miss me, and this will be a lot easier."
I snort, a definitely inelegant sound, and shake my head. I've got a performance tonight and I need to finish this report so I can concentrate on that. Several more moments of attempted study prove abortive and I save the file to face my spectral tormentor. She's still sitting on the table by the door, legs swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the song she's still humming.
"Abby, you are not real. You do not need to be here. Whether I miss you or not is of no consequence, since I am no longer attached to NCIS in any way, shape, or form. I have no idea when I'll see you again, if ever. Please just go away."
I frown at the pathetic note of pleading in my voice. This is not becoming, not at all. Eyes closed, I take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself, return to the mission at hand.
"Are you so stoic that you can't admit the truth even to yourself?"
How on earth can an illusion manage to sound so very hurt? I find myself wishing she were actually here. I could use one of her attack hugs right now. I miss her so much, all of them. Even Tony. But especially Abby.
"If I admit the truth, I put myself and my mission at risk, Abby," I whisper, still unable to look at her.
"You are so much more than your missions, Ziva. When will you believe that?"
And I still have no answer for her.