Fic: In This Desert Your Bodies Will Fall
In This Desert Your Bodies Will Fall
Rating: G
Who: Mostly Gibbs and Abby.
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They all come into the bullpen and Abby just knows. It's that same bad feeling she's had and will have again. They all have different looks on their faces that mean the same thing and Abby can't stay quiet much longer. She doesn't have many ways to be shy about them all standing around hurting like this. Tony, Ziva, and McGee wander off towards the photocopier like they know Gibbs won't want their eyes on him for this.
She steps around the shoes that came off an hour ago, neatly tucked against a trashcan, and moves towards Gibbs. He won't say no to her questions because she's female and his pain is totaled too often.
"Gibbs ..." She's starting to cry. Maybe she's never stopped. "What is it? What?"
"New director," he stops, glances briefly towards MTAC, and then back to her. "New director wants a new team." He holds up the folders he's been given, but she pushes them away. "ASAP."
"No. Can't you do something. Anything?" He doesn't reply and her face slides from plaintive to angry fast enough to make him nervous. "Since when do you just take whatever some suit--"
"Miss Scuito." She pauses and glances at the new director, rolling her eyes at his ever-present toothpick, and hopes he hasn't been there long. She crosses her arms, stockinged toes pressing firm into the carpet. "A word please."
He leaves, not waiting for her reply. Gibbs' hand is warm against the back of her neck as if he knows she won't stand for this.
“Wait for me,” she says, and her voice is full of it, the way she finds her work and all of them beautiful and important. “We need to fix this. We've got to.”
Her mouth is a determined line and he smiles.
Rating: G
Who: Mostly Gibbs and Abby.
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They all come into the bullpen and Abby just knows. It's that same bad feeling she's had and will have again. They all have different looks on their faces that mean the same thing and Abby can't stay quiet much longer. She doesn't have many ways to be shy about them all standing around hurting like this. Tony, Ziva, and McGee wander off towards the photocopier like they know Gibbs won't want their eyes on him for this.
She steps around the shoes that came off an hour ago, neatly tucked against a trashcan, and moves towards Gibbs. He won't say no to her questions because she's female and his pain is totaled too often.
"Gibbs ..." She's starting to cry. Maybe she's never stopped. "What is it? What?"
"New director," he stops, glances briefly towards MTAC, and then back to her. "New director wants a new team." He holds up the folders he's been given, but she pushes them away. "ASAP."
"No. Can't you do something. Anything?" He doesn't reply and her face slides from plaintive to angry fast enough to make him nervous. "Since when do you just take whatever some suit--"
"Miss Scuito." She pauses and glances at the new director, rolling her eyes at his ever-present toothpick, and hopes he hasn't been there long. She crosses her arms, stockinged toes pressing firm into the carpet. "A word please."
He leaves, not waiting for her reply. Gibbs' hand is warm against the back of her neck as if he knows she won't stand for this.
“Wait for me,” she says, and her voice is full of it, the way she finds her work and all of them beautiful and important. “We need to fix this. We've got to.”
Her mouth is a determined line and he smiles.