NCIS. Abby/Kate. 097. Writer's Choice (leather). *
Title: Hell Bent For Leather
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd, Tony DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs, Donald "Ducky" Mallard
Prompt: 097 Writer's Choice (leather)
Word Count: 2,177
Rating: R
Spoilers: "Forced Entry"
Summary: When Kate has to go undercover, Abby steps in to help her fit the bill.
Author's Notes:
Little Damn Table
"Under normal circumstances," Tony said, moving across the far wall of the interrogation room, "we'd go through the whole rigmarole. Bad cop, good cop. Threats, deals, give-and-take. But, unfortunately, we don't have time for that."
The man seated in front of him stared at his reflection in the mirror and, unknowingly, directly at Jethro Gibbs.
Tony took a seat, staring back at the man. "So why don't you give us a break? Tell us where the drop-off will be?"
The man sneered and snorted, leaning back in his chair.
"Look," Tony said, standing up. He didn't have a chance to finish his thought, as the interrogation room door opened. Gibbs took one step into the room and slapped the suspect in the chest. The move knocked the man off balance and his chair fell, his body thudding against the floor as Gibbs climbed on top of him.
Gibbs laid his arm across the man's throat, pinning him to the floor. The man stared at Gibbs with wide, panicked eyes and then looked at Tony, who was still seated casually on the other side of the table. "See this? Our version of good-cop-bad-cop. Don't you wish you'd just told me?"
---
Kate looked at the photograph again. Twelve-year-old Shannon King had been abducted twelve hours earlier. Her father was a Navy lieutenant commander currently serving in Iraq. He had been granted leave when he'd received news of his daughter being taken and Gibbs was bound and determined to have the little girl in-hand when the man arrived home. She stood and Gibbs and DiNozzo returned from interrogating one of their suspects, a man who'd been seen on a security camera dropping off the ransom note.
"Did he give you anything?"
"Yeah," Tony said, eyeing her strangely.
Kate looked at Gibbs. "What? Did something go wrong?"
Gibbs remained quiet, but Tony said, "You could say that."
"We know where the contact will be," Gibbs said.
"Well, that's good news, right?"
Tony was looking her over. "You didn't happen to bring an extra outfit to work, did you?"
Gibbs stepped in front of her. "The drop-off will be at a biker bar. According to the sleazebag we have in there, the little girl will be with the kidnapper when he picks up the money. We need someone on the inside."
"Someone who doesn't have his hair cut like..." Tony motioned at Gibbs head.
"And someone who doesn't reek cop," Gibbs said.
Tony looked hurt. "I reek cop?"
"So," Kate said. "Abby is going undercover again?"
"Abby is not cleared for field work," Gibbs said. "There's a chance we'll have to confront the kidnapper... Abby isn't qualified to carry a weapon and I'm not sending her in unarmed."
Kate was reluctant to accept what they were saying. "Gibbs..."
"See if Abby has something that will fit you."
"Preferably leather," Tony said. "It is a... biker bar." He ran his eyes over her again before turning around and going to his desk.
---
"I keep telling myself there's a little girl's life at stake," Kate said. "But it doesn't seem to help."
She was standing half-naked in ballistics, blocked by a partition Abby had pulled out of the closet. She'd stripped from her suit, shivering as Abby went through the bag of clothes she'd had in her locker. "I still don't understand why you have all these clothes here."
"Just in case... biohazard, have to cut off my clothes and wear one of those paper gowns. No way. So, these are back-ups. Here, try this." She held up a black leather blouse, the bodice formed for someone much bustier than Kate.
"Are you sure it's..."
"It'll fit," Abby assured her. "You'll just have to lose the bra."
Kate hesitated.
"You want me to turn my head?"
Kate blushed and reached behind herself to unhook her bra. "Sorry. It's just that I'm not exactly used to stripping down in the middle of the work day." She doffed the brassiere and immediately crossed an arm over her chest.
Abby handed her the top and smirked. "Trust me, Kate. You work here long enough, you'll end up naked with at least one of your coworkers."
Kate raised an eyebrow. "Really. So you've been naked with DiNozzo?"
"Yep."
Kate paused, halfway into the top as she waited for a sign Abby was bluffing. No sign came. "Wait... you and Tony were..."
"In this very room."
"Ew!" Kate gasped.
Abby smirked and shrugged. "It wasn't sexual or anything."
"Still..." Kate said with a shudder.
Abby pulled two items from the pile, holding them up. "Hm. Leather pants or leather skirt?"
The length of the skirt made Kate cringe and she pointed at the pants. Abby said, "Okay... um... these and underwear don't really go together..."
"Skirt," Kate said.
"You're sure you--"
"Skirt!"
Abby snickered and handed Kate the skirt. Kate stepped into it, pulling it up to her waist. "Um... this might be a little small for me."
Abby walked around behind her and said, "No, leather is different than other clothes." She gripped the waist of the skirt and tugged, stepping closer to Kate to get a better grip. She thrust with her whole body and Kate blushed at what it must have looked like to an outside observer. Abby, hunkered behind her, rocking against her body, and... ahem.
Finally, the waistband passed her hips and Kate exhaled. "Okay. They'll have to cut me out of this damn skirt, but... okay." She brushed her hair out of her face and said, "Is that it?"
Abby walked over to the table and bent down, picking up two knee-high snakeskin boots. A zipper ran up the outside of each boot, both of them bearing thick, block heels. "Nope."
---
Gibbs looked up as Kate exited the back room. "You ready?" he asked, obviously impatient. They still had four hours until the meet, but Gibbs was not someone who liked waiting around when a little girl's life was at stake.
Kate tugged on the hem of her skirt, nervously trying to cover as much as possible. She nervously scanned the room, relaxing when she saw that Gibbs was alone. "Yes, I'm ready. How'd you get DiNozzo to miss this?"
Gibbs smirked.
---
"Move it! Move! Out of my way, come on!" Tony dashed down the hall, barely avoiding being run-down by the mail cart. He jabbed the call button for the elevator, hoping he finished Gibbs' boondoggle before Kate left. "Get the King file off my desk, DiNozzo!" he muttered, stepping back and looked up at the call light.
"Come on," he groaned. "Not even Gibbs can control the elevators."
---
"Gibbs?" Kate asked again as they stepped into the elevator.
Gibbs shrugged. "DiNozzo will be a little late."
---
The bar was called Cow Patties and it had likely been chosen for the drop because the chance of a reputable customer coming in was practically nil. Gibbs pushed his way through the back door, flashing his badge to the owner and persuading him to replace one of his waitresses for the afternoon shift. Gibbs handed her an earwig and she used her hair to cover it.
He reached up and messed her hair a bit, handing her a packet of gum. "Chew," he said.
She took the gum and looked out at the crowd. "Anything special I need to know before I get thrown to the lions?"
"Slug the first one," Gibbs said.
"First what?"
"You'll know," he promised, moving past her.
She frowned after him and left the back room, stepping behind the bar. "Hi," she said to the first person she passed. "Could I get you something to drink?"
---
The first guy to pinch her ass got slugged in the face, as Gibbs suggested. He was also the last to pinch her ass. She kept an eye on the neon Coors sign, anxiously counting down the minutes to the meet. After Tony's series of useless missions, Gibbs had sent him to tail Mrs. King when she made the trip out to the bar. Toby Keith was singing about "a little less talk and a lot more action" when she spotted the familiar sedan pass the bar's front window.
Kate watched the door and, sure enough. Isabelle King stepped into the shadowed room. A few people turned to look at her, noticing something out of place in their sanctuary, but the music didn't screech to a stop the way it did in movies. Isabelle was holding a duffel bag with both hands, scanning the dark room. Finally, she walked across the room and slid into a booth.
Kate walked over. "Hey, hon. Get you anything?"
"Water," Isabelle said. "With a wedge of lemon, please."
This was the signal to the kidnapper. Isabelle didn't know Kate, but looked at her a moment longer than necessary. 'Does she think I'm the kidnapper?' She smiled and said, "Right away. I just have to make sure we have some lemons."
She went behind the bar and filled a glass from the tap, eyeing the rest of the bar. She found a quartered lemon and put it on the edge of the glass. When she carried it back to the table, she almost ran into the man sliding in across from Isabelle. "Watch it," he growled, barely glancing at her.
"Sorry, sir," Kate said. She walked back to the bar and muttered, "He's made contact."
She heard Gibbs over the earpiece. "The girl is here somewhere. DiNozzo, search the cars in the lot."
She didn't hear Tony's reply and stood behind the bar, discreetly keeping an eye on the booth in the corner. Isabelle was tense, naturally, and so was the kidnapper. The way he moved... he was holding something under the table. Most likely a gun. "Kidnapper is armed," she said, sotto voce and barely moving her lips.
The man seated at the bar in front of her cocked his head to the side, wondering if this crazy broad would make sense if he was sober. He decided not to find out and downed another swallow.
Kate ignored the man and watched as the kidnapper spoke. Isabelle's shoulders sagged and the kidnapper leaned forward. Something was wrong. "Gibbs, the girl isn't here."
"What?"
She stepped out from behind the bar just as the kidnapper lifted the gun over the table. "Federal agent!" Kate yelled, pulling her gun from her boot. "Put the gun down!"
The man swung around, looking away from her. He was obviously thrown off, unsure where the voice had come from. Kate took his distraction to her advantage and lunged at him, slamming his hand against the back of the booth. He cried out and dropped the weapon, falling out of the booth at the same time. Kate pinned him to the ground with her knee, aiming the gun at his face. "Where is Shannon King?"
"You're hurting me!"
"Be glad it's not me," Gibbs said from behind her. "The girl!"
"There's a house... twenty minutes from here," the man said, teeth clenched. "God! Would you let me up?!"
"When we have the girl," Gibbs said. "DiNozzo! The girl is not here." He recited the directions the kidnapper had given, running out the door to join Tony.
Kate felt around the waistband of her skirt, realizing she didn't have her cuffs. She scanned the room and said, "Would anyone happen to have a pair of handcuffs I could borrow?"
Eleven sets of handcuffs were offered.
The man at the bar turned on his stool, lifting his mug to Kate. "Miss? When you have a minute...?"
---
Lieutenant Commander King stepped out of the elevator, breathless and wide-eyed, his head snapping around when he heard the high-pitched voice cry, "Daddy!"
Gibbs watched as the little girl rushed across the squad room. He ducked down and lifted her into the air, hugging her tightly and spinning her around. Tony stepped around the happy reunion and joined Gibbs at the desks. "Tell me I heard wrong."
"Kidnapper was Daddy's brother," Gibbs said. "Apparently, Lieutenant Commander King received a large inheritance from a grandfather. James King, the kidnapper, got bupkis. Decided to get a little for himself."
Tony shook his head. "Sucks."
"Yeah, it does."
He casually scanned the squad room. "So, uh... where's..."
"Kate is downstairs changing clothes," Gibbs said.
Tony sagged against the desk. "So I don't even get a peek at her in leather?" Gibbs smirked and went back to his desk without answering. Tony shook his head dejectedly. "This whole case sucks."
---
Abby leaned to one side, looking around her computer monitor at Kate. "You can change back any time now," she said.
"I don't know," Kate said, looking over her shoulder at her ass. "I kind of like the way it fits. This could be my new look."
Abby shrugged. "You won't hear a peep out of me."
"Of course, you'd have to come over to my apartment every morning to shoehorn me into the damn thing."
Abby's smiled widened. "What are friends for?"