New NCIS fic: The Other Woman
Title: The Other Woman
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby, OFC, Emily, OFC2
Spoilers: Tiny one for Trojan Horse
Prompt: #52 Fire
Word Count: 861
Rating: K+
Summary: Abby wasn’t a jealous person, but if there was anyone in the world she envied, it was Estacia Diaz.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs. This is fic serves three purposes that have little to do with anything. One, it has been a while since we’ve seen anything at all happening in Fornell’s life, so this is a little catch up there. Two, it introduces two OFC’s that are needed in a very short while. Three, I couldn’t figure out anything for Fire that wasn’t completely angsty!
“Seriously,” the absolutely beautiful woman leaned across the table towards Abby. Her golden brown eyes sparkled with delight and laughter, “They hid in the front seat of a taxi cab? I love it.”
“Well, thanks! It was my reputation and ass on the line there,” Abby huffed.
The woman shook her head, “Abigail, it would take a lot more than that to impugn your reputation. I once just mentioned to opposing consul that you were five on my speed dial and he backed down about this DNA evidence immediately. And I don’t think you’ve got to worry about your ass with Jethro around.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Abby gave a wink.
The woman’s laughter caused her to throw back her hair. For a moment Abby was once again stuck by just how beautiful the woman was. Abby wasn’t a jealous person, but if there was anyone in the world she envied, it was Estacia Diaz.
Estacia Diaz was easily the most beautiful of all Emily’s friends’ mothers. She even had the “Most Beautiful People” lists from her modeling days to prove it. Back then she had been known as Stacey Day and had started modeling in High School to hopefully pay for college. Her flawless bronzed skin, brown hair touched with gold at each curl, and gold flecked eyes had become a phenomenon and Stacey Day had walked every couture cat walk in New York, Milan and Paris. Her picture had been on more magazines than Abby had read; but the day that Estacia Diaz received her JD from Georgetown School of Law, Stacey Day retired from modeling and fell of the planet. Estacia got a job with a DC firm that handled mostly immigration and family law and like her rapid rise in the fashion world, she made partner at 30.
At 31, Estacia had woken up and realized that none of her success had really mattered since she lost her parents, her only family, two years before. She was determined to create her own family and by the end of the year, Annabella Elisa came into her home from Chile. Annie, as she was known to all, was chronologically three years old at the time, but both physically and developmentally she tested about the eighteen month range. A battery of doctors and specialist worked continually with Stacey and Annie, until at five years old she was able to enter a normal kindergarten class. It was in that class that she and Emily first met. Eight years later they were more than friends, they were sisters, which was a good thing, considering.
Estacia had met Tobias Fornell at a birthday party for one of the girls’ classmates. It was his weekend with Emily and he ended up being miserable in a Chuck E. Cheese instead of Gibbs or Abby. Estacia had heard about the agent from both Emily and Abby and was thrilled with the opportunity to get to know him. The next day Abby had gotten a call from Estacia, who had a few million questions about one Tobias C. Fornell. Nonetheless, it had taken nearly two years, and assurance that Annie like Tobias, before they went on their first official date. Three years later they were closer than ever, but still skirting around the issues of living together or marriage.
Abby smiled at her friend and reached over to take her hand, “I’m glad you’re here. We haven’t seen enough of each other lately.”
“I know,” Estacia squeezed her hand. “It just seems that life is always moving faster than we can run.”
Abby sighed as the two girls ran laughing through the backyard, “Tell me about it.”
The girls slid to a stop in front of the patio table where Abby and Estacia were sitting.
Abby raised an eyebrow at the matching mischievous grins on the girls’ faces, “Yes?”
“Daddy and Papa are going to grill steaks for dinner,” Emily grinned.
“And this is special, why,” Estacia asked pulling her daughter into a one armed hug.
“Cause,” Annie wrapped an arm around her mother’s neck, “they are going to build a bon fire, right here.”
Abby rolled her eyes, “With what? Daddy isn’t going to burn this boat.”
“It’s Papa’s stuff,” Emily explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “Daddy said that it will be good for him and make really good steaks.”
“Yeah, the guilt and history just tenderizes the steaks,” Abby’s voice dripped with sarcasm. She stood and tugged on Estacia’s hand to make her get up again. “Girls, go grab the hoses and make sure they are ready to go, if we need them. We’re going to go help Daddy and Papa.”
Following Abby, still hand-in-hand, Estacia asked, “Abs, are we really going to let them set fire to the backyard?”
“It’s kinda a ritual for Gibbs. A time to let go of the past or whatever’s ticked him off. It is really weird, but it might be good for Tobias… and you.”
“Just another night in with the Gibbs’ household,” Estacia laughed. “If tonight is the fire, when’s the flood and the pestilence?”
Abby laughed, “You never know at this house!”
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Abby, OFC, Emily, OFC2
Spoilers: Tiny one for Trojan Horse
Prompt: #52 Fire
Word Count: 861
Rating: K+
Summary: Abby wasn’t a jealous person, but if there was anyone in the world she envied, it was Estacia Diaz.
Author's Notes: This is an AU, inspired in part by wiccagirl24’s wonderful Kelly!verse. In this ‘verse Emily Fornell is actually Emily Gibbs. This is fic serves three purposes that have little to do with anything. One, it has been a while since we’ve seen anything at all happening in Fornell’s life, so this is a little catch up there. Two, it introduces two OFC’s that are needed in a very short while. Three, I couldn’t figure out anything for Fire that wasn’t completely angsty!
“Seriously,” the absolutely beautiful woman leaned across the table towards Abby. Her golden brown eyes sparkled with delight and laughter, “They hid in the front seat of a taxi cab? I love it.”
“Well, thanks! It was my reputation and ass on the line there,” Abby huffed.
The woman shook her head, “Abigail, it would take a lot more than that to impugn your reputation. I once just mentioned to opposing consul that you were five on my speed dial and he backed down about this DNA evidence immediately. And I don’t think you’ve got to worry about your ass with Jethro around.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Abby gave a wink.
The woman’s laughter caused her to throw back her hair. For a moment Abby was once again stuck by just how beautiful the woman was. Abby wasn’t a jealous person, but if there was anyone in the world she envied, it was Estacia Diaz.
Estacia Diaz was easily the most beautiful of all Emily’s friends’ mothers. She even had the “Most Beautiful People” lists from her modeling days to prove it. Back then she had been known as Stacey Day and had started modeling in High School to hopefully pay for college. Her flawless bronzed skin, brown hair touched with gold at each curl, and gold flecked eyes had become a phenomenon and Stacey Day had walked every couture cat walk in New York, Milan and Paris. Her picture had been on more magazines than Abby had read; but the day that Estacia Diaz received her JD from Georgetown School of Law, Stacey Day retired from modeling and fell of the planet. Estacia got a job with a DC firm that handled mostly immigration and family law and like her rapid rise in the fashion world, she made partner at 30.
At 31, Estacia had woken up and realized that none of her success had really mattered since she lost her parents, her only family, two years before. She was determined to create her own family and by the end of the year, Annabella Elisa came into her home from Chile. Annie, as she was known to all, was chronologically three years old at the time, but both physically and developmentally she tested about the eighteen month range. A battery of doctors and specialist worked continually with Stacey and Annie, until at five years old she was able to enter a normal kindergarten class. It was in that class that she and Emily first met. Eight years later they were more than friends, they were sisters, which was a good thing, considering.
Estacia had met Tobias Fornell at a birthday party for one of the girls’ classmates. It was his weekend with Emily and he ended up being miserable in a Chuck E. Cheese instead of Gibbs or Abby. Estacia had heard about the agent from both Emily and Abby and was thrilled with the opportunity to get to know him. The next day Abby had gotten a call from Estacia, who had a few million questions about one Tobias C. Fornell. Nonetheless, it had taken nearly two years, and assurance that Annie like Tobias, before they went on their first official date. Three years later they were closer than ever, but still skirting around the issues of living together or marriage.
Abby smiled at her friend and reached over to take her hand, “I’m glad you’re here. We haven’t seen enough of each other lately.”
“I know,” Estacia squeezed her hand. “It just seems that life is always moving faster than we can run.”
Abby sighed as the two girls ran laughing through the backyard, “Tell me about it.”
The girls slid to a stop in front of the patio table where Abby and Estacia were sitting.
Abby raised an eyebrow at the matching mischievous grins on the girls’ faces, “Yes?”
“Daddy and Papa are going to grill steaks for dinner,” Emily grinned.
“And this is special, why,” Estacia asked pulling her daughter into a one armed hug.
“Cause,” Annie wrapped an arm around her mother’s neck, “they are going to build a bon fire, right here.”
Abby rolled her eyes, “With what? Daddy isn’t going to burn this boat.”
“It’s Papa’s stuff,” Emily explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “Daddy said that it will be good for him and make really good steaks.”
“Yeah, the guilt and history just tenderizes the steaks,” Abby’s voice dripped with sarcasm. She stood and tugged on Estacia’s hand to make her get up again. “Girls, go grab the hoses and make sure they are ready to go, if we need them. We’re going to go help Daddy and Papa.”
Following Abby, still hand-in-hand, Estacia asked, “Abs, are we really going to let them set fire to the backyard?”
“It’s kinda a ritual for Gibbs. A time to let go of the past or whatever’s ticked him off. It is really weird, but it might be good for Tobias… and you.”
“Just another night in with the Gibbs’ household,” Estacia laughed. “If tonight is the fire, when’s the flood and the pestilence?”
Abby laughed, “You never know at this house!”