NCIS. Abby/Kate. 050. Spade. *
Title: The Gothese Falcon
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abigail Sciuto, Caitlin Todd
Prompt: 050 Spade.
Word Count: 530
Rating: PG13
Summary: "It was a dark and stormy night, raindrops cascading down the window like clichés shot out of a cannon..."
Author's Notes: I could not, for the life of me, think of anything to write for "Spade." Then, this idea formed and the visuals were just too good to ignore. Then there was the whole Kate Spade joke. It... doesn't hurt my masculinity to admit I know who and what Kate Spade is, does it...?
Little Damn Table
It was a dark and stormy night, raindrops cascading down the window like clichés shot out of a cannon. I sat at my desk in the squad room, tilted back with my feet propped up on the edge of my desk. I planned to go home soon, but all that was waiting for me there was a stale pizza and some Chinese that was planning a hostile takeover of my fridge. I was chewing on the tip of my pencil, watching the rain fall down.
I was about to give up the ghost when the elevator sounded. I put my feet down and turned in my chair, looking to see who was about to walk into my life... when she stepped into view.
Five foot nine, hair up in ponytails, wearing the most outrageous outfit I'd ever seen on a woman. Knee-length striped socks, a short skirt that revealed most of her thighs... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I saw that dog collar hanging around her neck. I'd roll over and play dead for this dame any day of the week.
"Kate," she said, rounding my desk and looking me over. I was waiting for her to say the word and I'd give her a guided tour. "What's with the get-up?"
I was wearing a suit, minus the jacket draped over the back of my chair. A pair of thick suspenders was making up for the belt I'd lost on the last case. The thick red tie was a kicky little addition, stolen from Gibbs' desk after he left. I'd also borrowed Ducky's fedora, currently perched on top of my head.
"Of all the squad rooms in all the government agencies in all the world... Every time I think I'm outta trouble... trouble comes to find me," I said, speaking through gritted teeth and squinting up at Abby.
Abby smirked. "Okay..."
"So, what'll it be, schweet-haht?" I said, leaning back and tilting the fedora forward over my face. "Man do you wrong? Got something stolen, need to get it back?"
Abby cleared her throat, slipping herself into character. "My girlfriend is acting a bit erratic, Mister... um... Detective..."
"Spade," I said around my teeth. "Kate Spade."
"Like the handbags?"
"I could take 'em or leave 'em," I said. "So. Your girlfriend, you say?" I tsked and looked her over. "Cryin' shame, losing you to the other team."
"Wait, are you supposed to be a guy or a girl?"
I held up my hands. "I am a mystery, schweet-haht." I stood, pulling my jacket off the back of the chair and draping it over one shoulder. "Why don't you and me go somewhere quiet?" I said, putting an arm around her shoulder.
"Like where?"
"Wherever life takes us, doll face." I slid my hand down, squeezing her ass. Abby jerked and smiled down at me.
"Well," she said, pushing the elevator's down button. "This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
"Or at the very least," I said, taking off my hat and placing it on her head, "one hell of a fun night."
She pounced on me as soon as the elevator doors were closed.