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This was written in the midst of a sleepy sleepy haze that somehow managed to stop the sufferer from actually sleeping. Know what I mean?
It's a Lila fic, slightly based on this prompt, by lexie_b
"Abby bringing Lila to work for some reason, and having the whole team finding excuses to come and visit? Very fluffy and cutesy, I know."
Well, it's fluffy and cutesy. "Fluuuuuff, fluuuuuff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluuuuuff, fluuuuuff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluuuuuff, fluuuuuff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluuuuuff." - Me, singing "Fluff" to the tune of Star Wars.
Tired. Must go to bed. Now.
Abby stood Lila down gently on Gibbs’ desk. She’d just started to walk a bit by herself a week ago, so they were trying to get her to use her legs as much as possible. Arms on her shoulders, Abby held her steady, glad that the child was keeping herself upright entirely on her own.
“You have to take her. I can’t look at Ducky’s fuzzy orange stuff though the microscope if I have to keep looking at her. I’m not a hammerhead shark. There are dangerous chemicals in the lab.”
“Yeah, up here we’ve only got guns.” He reached out and put his hands on Lila’s waist to keep her still anyway. His agents all scurried to unhook their weapons from their belts and hide them in locked drawers. Gibbs had nearly had an aneurism a few weeks before when he’d discovered Lila rifling through the unlocked compartments of McGee’s desk, and everybody was keen not to have a repeat of that particular fiasco. As it was, Lila was rarely at the office anyway. NCIS Headquarters weren’t an appropriate playground for little children. If it hadn’t been for canceling baby-sitters and two active cases, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place.
As Lila started to stumble towards him, he reached for her left hand to keep her steady. She curled her small fingers around his thumb. She was, after all, high up from the ground. Her right arm swung out at her side in an attempt to keep her balance. He leant back into his chair when she tried to grasp onto his lapels, insistent that she walk as unassisted as possible. Abby always caved.
“Come on,” he whispered to her.
Abby smiled at them and patted Lila on the head gently before turning to go back to the lab.
“Ma!”
Upon hearing the panicked shriek Abby hurried back to Gibbs’ desk. “Mum will be back soon, Lila. Mum.”
“Mum,” the child repeated.
Abby grinned and kissed her on the cheek, before this time successfully exiting the squad-room for the rear elevator.
When Lila reached the edge of Gibbs’ desk, he picked her up and sat her on his lap, his hand resting securely on her stomach, holding her back to his chest. Closing the folder in front of him that contained grizzly pictures of stabbed Lieutenant-Colonel Baker and eldritch blood spatter patterns, he reached instead for the file with Baker’s military and personal records in the hope of gleaning a lead from them.
Tony and Ziva watched with dismay as she quickly squirmed out of her father’s lap, insistent that she be put down and allowed to explore. When she wasn’t contained in some way, panic levels always rose. Despite her still shaky walking skills, Lila had a tendency to wander off, and she could disappear quickly. Nobody wanted to be the person to tell their boss that they didn’t know in which direction. If they weren’t too anxious to think about it properly for a second, they’d have realized that the chances of Gibbs not knowing exactly where his daughter was were laughable.
Lila crawled around to sit in front of Gibbs’ desk, with easy viewing access to her father’s agents. Two sets of eyes stared at her nervously. She looked up and clapped her hands in the direction of Din. It was actually Tony, but he’d been renamed. Tony would never admit it, as it was he wasn’t even completely aware of it, but he was actually quite pleased with the honour of being given a nickname.
“What are you doing there, Lila?” he said in a mock deep voice.
Ziva rolled her eyes. “I will never understand why adults feel the need to talk to children in funny voices. I’m surprised there aren’t more infants who grow up speaking in strange accents.”
Tony blanched. “Strange accents? Funny voices? I’ll have you know that was Sean Connery!”
Ziva looked at him blankly.
“Sean Connery!? Bond? James Bond? The? Shaken, not stirred? Any of this ringing any bells?”
“Yes I know who James Bond is, Tony. I just don’t know what good it does Lila to hear your frankly inaccurate attempts at imitation. Unless you want Gibbs’ daughter to talk like a seventy year old Scottish man?”
Noticing Gibbs’ fingers pause over his keyboard, Tony proceeded with caution. “Ok, first off? My accents are never inaccurate. I am a professional. Secondly, I only do it to entertain her. There’s nothing wrong with entertaining her, sweet little thing that she is. Plus she hears deeper voices better.”
Tony chanced a quick look at his boss. He was typing again, a slight smile on his face. Sensing victory, Tony poked his tongue out at Ziva.
“DiNozzo?”
He withdrew it hastily and spotted McGee stepping out of the elevator.
“Probie! Where have you been? Oh, and mind the baby. Gibbs won’t like it if you step on her. You know…again.”
McGee froze, as if every square inch of carpet had potential chubby fingers to squash. He’d had some bad experiences.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Relax, she’s over here.”
Sighing visibly, he walked slowly to his desk, his eyes never leaving the ground and then upon finding Lila, never leaving her. He was taking no chances.
He sat down at his desk and waved at her. “Good evening, Lila. How are you today?”
She smiled at him wide-eyed, not understanding his words but appreciating the kind tone with which they were spoken.
Suddenly she spotted her father’s shoe poking out from beneath his desk. Crawling forwards and underneath the desk, which cut off two feet from the ground, she sat herself by his leg and grabbed at the denim of his pants.
He started, before peering down to look at her curiously. She looked back up at him as he smiled at her.
In other news, I thought I'd lost my fanfic notebook this morning. It's a tiny notepad, about the size of my hand that I write all my stories in before I transfer them to word. Panic ensued until it was found.
It's a Lila fic, slightly based on this prompt, by lexie_b
"Abby bringing Lila to work for some reason, and having the whole team finding excuses to come and visit? Very fluffy and cutesy, I know."
Well, it's fluffy and cutesy. "Fluuuuuff, fluuuuuff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluuuuuff, fluuuuuff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluuuuuff, fluuuuuff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluuuuuff." - Me, singing "Fluff" to the tune of Star Wars.
Tired. Must go to bed. Now.
Abby stood Lila down gently on Gibbs’ desk. She’d just started to walk a bit by herself a week ago, so they were trying to get her to use her legs as much as possible. Arms on her shoulders, Abby held her steady, glad that the child was keeping herself upright entirely on her own.
“You have to take her. I can’t look at Ducky’s fuzzy orange stuff though the microscope if I have to keep looking at her. I’m not a hammerhead shark. There are dangerous chemicals in the lab.”
“Yeah, up here we’ve only got guns.” He reached out and put his hands on Lila’s waist to keep her still anyway. His agents all scurried to unhook their weapons from their belts and hide them in locked drawers. Gibbs had nearly had an aneurism a few weeks before when he’d discovered Lila rifling through the unlocked compartments of McGee’s desk, and everybody was keen not to have a repeat of that particular fiasco. As it was, Lila was rarely at the office anyway. NCIS Headquarters weren’t an appropriate playground for little children. If it hadn’t been for canceling baby-sitters and two active cases, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place.
As Lila started to stumble towards him, he reached for her left hand to keep her steady. She curled her small fingers around his thumb. She was, after all, high up from the ground. Her right arm swung out at her side in an attempt to keep her balance. He leant back into his chair when she tried to grasp onto his lapels, insistent that she walk as unassisted as possible. Abby always caved.
“Come on,” he whispered to her.
Abby smiled at them and patted Lila on the head gently before turning to go back to the lab.
“Ma!”
Upon hearing the panicked shriek Abby hurried back to Gibbs’ desk. “Mum will be back soon, Lila. Mum.”
“Mum,” the child repeated.
Abby grinned and kissed her on the cheek, before this time successfully exiting the squad-room for the rear elevator.
When Lila reached the edge of Gibbs’ desk, he picked her up and sat her on his lap, his hand resting securely on her stomach, holding her back to his chest. Closing the folder in front of him that contained grizzly pictures of stabbed Lieutenant-Colonel Baker and eldritch blood spatter patterns, he reached instead for the file with Baker’s military and personal records in the hope of gleaning a lead from them.
Tony and Ziva watched with dismay as she quickly squirmed out of her father’s lap, insistent that she be put down and allowed to explore. When she wasn’t contained in some way, panic levels always rose. Despite her still shaky walking skills, Lila had a tendency to wander off, and she could disappear quickly. Nobody wanted to be the person to tell their boss that they didn’t know in which direction. If they weren’t too anxious to think about it properly for a second, they’d have realized that the chances of Gibbs not knowing exactly where his daughter was were laughable.
Lila crawled around to sit in front of Gibbs’ desk, with easy viewing access to her father’s agents. Two sets of eyes stared at her nervously. She looked up and clapped her hands in the direction of Din. It was actually Tony, but he’d been renamed. Tony would never admit it, as it was he wasn’t even completely aware of it, but he was actually quite pleased with the honour of being given a nickname.
“What are you doing there, Lila?” he said in a mock deep voice.
Ziva rolled her eyes. “I will never understand why adults feel the need to talk to children in funny voices. I’m surprised there aren’t more infants who grow up speaking in strange accents.”
Tony blanched. “Strange accents? Funny voices? I’ll have you know that was Sean Connery!”
Ziva looked at him blankly.
“Sean Connery!? Bond? James Bond? The? Shaken, not stirred? Any of this ringing any bells?”
“Yes I know who James Bond is, Tony. I just don’t know what good it does Lila to hear your frankly inaccurate attempts at imitation. Unless you want Gibbs’ daughter to talk like a seventy year old Scottish man?”
Noticing Gibbs’ fingers pause over his keyboard, Tony proceeded with caution. “Ok, first off? My accents are never inaccurate. I am a professional. Secondly, I only do it to entertain her. There’s nothing wrong with entertaining her, sweet little thing that she is. Plus she hears deeper voices better.”
Tony chanced a quick look at his boss. He was typing again, a slight smile on his face. Sensing victory, Tony poked his tongue out at Ziva.
“DiNozzo?”
He withdrew it hastily and spotted McGee stepping out of the elevator.
“Probie! Where have you been? Oh, and mind the baby. Gibbs won’t like it if you step on her. You know…again.”
McGee froze, as if every square inch of carpet had potential chubby fingers to squash. He’d had some bad experiences.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Relax, she’s over here.”
Sighing visibly, he walked slowly to his desk, his eyes never leaving the ground and then upon finding Lila, never leaving her. He was taking no chances.
He sat down at his desk and waved at her. “Good evening, Lila. How are you today?”
She smiled at him wide-eyed, not understanding his words but appreciating the kind tone with which they were spoken.
Suddenly she spotted her father’s shoe poking out from beneath his desk. Crawling forwards and underneath the desk, which cut off two feet from the ground, she sat herself by his leg and grabbed at the denim of his pants.
He started, before peering down to look at her curiously. She looked back up at him as he smiled at her.
In other news, I thought I'd lost my fanfic notebook this morning. It's a tiny notepad, about the size of my hand that I write all my stories in before I transfer them to word. Panic ensued until it was found.