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Dress Code - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs!Daughter Reader

A/N: Hi, I have returned, (apologies, school got very busy then i got sick for like a month) if anyone wants to be on the tag list for Abby fics let me know in comments or on my google form for tag lists (and if there is any type of content you'd like to not be tagged in), anyway on to the fic :)

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, minor nudity, annoyance, HR being crass

Warnings: minor spoilers for some parts of “Silver War”, S3:E4, mentions of nudity (no smut)

Word Count: 2616

Brief Description: Abby gets dress coded by HR (Silver War, S3:E4) and your dad says he will handle it. You switch clothes with her as she is suffering an allergic reaction and at lunch take her to her apartment where she strips, showers, and changes into her own clothes. You make lunch and end up packing it to eat at the base so as not to be late.

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You hadn’t seen Abby yet today which was odd— she always made a point to find you in the mornings. Her lab was locked up and dark when you checked for her earlier and you couldn’t find her anywhere. Instead, you went to the bullpen and sat in your dad’s chair for most of the morning until he came into the pen to gather the team, “Everyone up, Abby’s got something. You too y/n.” You let them know you’ll be down in a minute, and they head down to her lab while you grab your stuff.

Gibbs, Tony, McGee, and Ziva walk off the elevator and into Abby’s lab. She faces away from them at her desk, except it doesn’t look like her. “Abbs?” Gibbs inquired, confused at the spectacle in front of him as she slowly turned with her eyes on the ground. “What are you wearing? It looks like you raided a cheaper version of y/n’s closet.” She barely picked up her head, bangs clipped back into a 50s raised style and hair down in styled curls, and with an irritated expression answered “Some new HR hire sent me a notice about breaking dress code? They made me wear THIS.” Tony decided to share, “I think it looks great on you.” Ziva chimed in, “You look fine, I don’t see the problem.” McGee agreed with them both.

You finally walked in and stopped dead in your tracks upon seeing Abby, “Abbs? Why are you dressed in light color 50s style corporate vintage?” You look closer at her attire. “It looks like you raided a cheaper version of my closet.” “See?!” She looks at the trio while gesturing to you, “ It’s bad enough dressing like this for court, I can’t do this every day!” She starts itching, “Plus this is all polyester. I’m allergic to polyester! Do you think that can qualify for an exemption from the dress code?” “Also y/n, how do you wear this stuff every day? It's sooo itchy!” You look at her, grabbing her arm, “Babe. I dress from 20s swing to 40s rockabilly to 60s greaser. And all my stuff is made of quality materials like cotton and satin. I don’t wear polyester.” She gave you a small pout in response. “Can I at least borrow your clothes then if I have to dress like this every day?” she whined. Gibbs walks up to her, “I’ll handle it Abbs, what did you have for us?” Abby looks up at him,.“Can I at least take these shoes off first?” she asks, gesturing down to her pair of white 2” heel pumps. You go to her desk and turn her chair out, “Sit.” She does , looking up at you as you kneel in front of her and pull one of her feet onto your knee, unfastening the heel. “I don’t see the issue…” Tony chuckles as he puts his arms up and you glare at him. “It’s not her style, and she isn’t comfortable in it. It’s hurting her. That’s the problem, Tony.” you reply to him crossly, with a long pause before saying his name. You pull up her other foot to remove the second heel and get up. “Dad, would it be ok if I stole Abby for a few to swap clothes with her? I can’t stand seeing her suffer an allergic reaction all morning.” He smiles and looks at the ground for a moment, knowing you wouldn’t have it otherwise and were more telling than asking, “After she gives us what she found she’s all yours”. Abby gets up from her chair and pads over to her computer, starting on her findings quickly, excited to get out of the itchy pencil suit as soon as possible.

After getting through all her findings thus far with Gibbs and the team, they went on their way and she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the locker rooms. You both entered one of the handicap stalls so you’d both have space to change, you both started to strip, starting by removing your red satin boat neck blouse and Abby her lilac blazer and white blouse. Your face went red and you looked at the ground as Abby slid her button down blouse off as she never wore a bra. She laughed as she handed it and the blazer to you, “See something you like babe?” she jested. You flusteredly put on the blouse and buttoned it after handing her your blouse to put on. She slipped it on easily and started on the lilac pencil skirt she wore, “Babe, I can’t get this skirt off. Can you help me?” You move behind her and slip your fingers under the waistband of her skirt, a blush still on your face, helping her to pull it down as she also uses her own fingers to hold her panties up. She shimmies to help you pull it down and steps out of it when you get it to shin level. You drape it over the stall door before unzipping your own cotton black circle skirt and pulling it down with your petticoat; You hand her the skirt first and she steps into it and zips it up; You then hand her the petticoat and as she steps into it and pulls it under the skirt, you take her pencil skirt off the stall door and step into it, shimmying to get it on; You both tuck in your blouses and straighten each other’s clothes; You keep your shoes on and she stays barefoot as you were wearing similar heels to those she had originally but in black. She looked at the skirt and twirled, giggling as it fanned out in all its fluff and layers, “Maybe I should borrow some of your clothes more often—this skirt is fun.” She was much more content wearing your clothes between the darker colors and the more comfortable materials. You both headed back to her lab until it was lunch break, and you could head to her apartment to get her showered and changed into a fresh set of her own clothes.

Up to lunch time, she padded around her lab doing her work and calling Gibbs when needed for updates on the case. Once the clock struck noon, Abby clocked out and grabbed your hand to go to her car. Once you made it to the door of the naval base you grabbed her arm to stop her, “You are not walking on that rocky asphalt barefoot nor are you driving barefoot.” She looked at you quizzically, “well what do you want me to do?” You looked at her and bluntly replied, “I’ll drive. Now get on my back”, you instructed her while moving in front of her and crouching down. She smiled and jested, “ooohh~, princess treatment” as she handed you her car keys and climbed on your back, wrapping her legs around your waist. You carried her to her car and unlocked it, opening the door with one hand then turning around to lower her into the seat gently. You then helped her get the skirt in and closed the door for her before walking around to the driver's seat to start the car. You got in, started the car, and drove to Abby’s apartment, already knowing the route by heart. You carried her from the car into the building where she hopped off your back as the floors inside were fine to walk on barefoot.

You made it into her apartment and immediately went to her bedroom as you had to be back after lunch break. You took off the blazer from her pencil suit upon entering her room, understanding how she found it uncomfortable and didn’t want to wear it. You set the blazer on a chair before turning back to Abbs. Abby got straight to undressing for her shower, starting with your satin blouse, gently pulling it up from her waistline and over her head. As she threw it on her bed, your face went red and you looked at the floor, bashful as she had no bra under the blouse. You adored her curves and her body was divine, but you still always felt bashful despite being in a committed relationship with her for several months and having explored intimacy with her. As she was stepping out of your skirt and petticoat, leaving her only in shapewear shorts, she noticed your sudden fluster, “Babe we're dating you don't have to look away. Now come help me get these tight shapewear shorts off". You looked back up at her, face still tinted, as you made your way over to help her get the overly tight shorts off. You stood behind her and hooked your fingers under the back side of her waist band as she had her fingers hooked under the front side of it. You squatted as you both pulled down and around to slip the shapewear shorts off and as you slipped the shorts lower, with them went her panties. With the shorts halfway down to her knees and panties pulled almost as far, your eyes shot down again and one hand flew over your eyes to avert your gaze as she bent down to fully pull the shorts off and step out of them, taking her panties off as well. She threw them across the room into the laundry hamper and turned to find you still in a squatting position, face crimson in fluster and hand still perched on your forehead to cover your eyes in an attempt of respect. She laughed and walked up to you smiling, fully nude now, “Darlinnggg, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. It’s ok, you can look.” She gently guides you upright by your shoulders and brings a hand up to your face, pulling your chin up before leaving a gentle kiss upon your lips. You reach up to take the clip out of her hair and fluff her bangs back to the front before running your hands over her shoulders and down her sides until you reach her lower hips, “you’re beautiful love” you whisper in a sultry tone. She smiles and leans in, kissing you again, “I love you y/n.” Your eyes are full of adoration for her as you reach up and brush your thumb against her cheek, “I love you too Abbs”. You leave one last kiss on her cheek before parting, “Go shower before we have to head back, I’ll make a quick on-the-road lunch for you while you’re in there.” She heads into the bathroom connected to her room, giving you a small wink as she blows a parting kiss at you.

You strip off the pencil suit you traded with Abbs earlier and fold it neatly before placing it on a chair. Once you have all of the pieces off and folded, you head over to her bed and put your own clothes back on, starting with the satin blouse then stepping into the skirt and petticoat, pulling them up and fluffing them out before zipping the skirt up and tucking the blouse in. Once you were dressed again, you moved into her kitchen and opened the fridge to see what you had to work with for a quick on-the-go lunch. You find and take out a salad kit, flour, eggs, milk, ham, cheese, and 4 small oranges. You start with the salad kit, quickly mixing the salad and dressing, before peeling the oranges into slices. Once the salad and orange slices are put to the side, you grab the eggs, flour, milk, salt, butter, and some water and start making crepe batter, followed by grating the cheese and cutting the ham into small pieces. You set up 3 sets of tupperware containers before pouring the crepe batter into a pan and filling each crepe with ham and cheese once they were ready, proceeding to fold them— Abby had been in the shower for about 20 minutes at this point. You placed the folded crepes into the first pair of tupperware (2 crepes for each of you), followed by separating the salad into the second pair of containers and the orange slices in the third. As you were packing the tupperware sets into a bag and making sure you had all your stuff, Abby came into the kitchen with a hairbrush in her waistband while pulling her shirt over her head, makeup already re-done and all her accessories on. Your face tinted pink again at the display as you were grabbing some silverware and napkins for your lunch packs. Abby was tucking her shirt in and grabbing the brush out of her waistband as she looked at you, “Something smells delicious babe, what’d you make?” As she started brushing her hair, moving in your direction, you smiled as you packed the silverware and napkins in the bag, “How does ham and cheese crepes, salad, and oranges sound?” you looked back at her expectantly, hoping that was alright with her. She finished brushing her hair and placed the brush on the counter, “Sounds delectable~ Thanks for cooking while I was in the shower.” she smiles as she wraps her arms around your shoulders and leans in to leave a quick kiss upon your lips, wet bangs brushing against your forehead. You were happy to see her much more comfortable in her own choice of clothes again and held her in your arms for a moment, “You ready to go so my dad doesn’t chew us out for being late? We can have our lunch back at base.” She pulled away, “Yep, let’s go!” and happily grabbed the bag of food and both of your things before pulling you out the door. You grabbed her keys on the way out and locked up as she started on the way to the car, quickly catching up and following behind her. She had already unlocked and loaded the bags into the car by the time you got there, getting into the driver's seat with much improved spirit. You situated yourself in the passenger's seat; then you were both on your way back to base.

The two of you made it back to base with a few minutes to spare and made a mad dash to Abby’s lab for her to quickly check on her latest test results as you set up your lunch sets on her desk. As she had finished gathering her data and was making her way over to her desk, your dad walked in with a caf pow and an iced tea in hand for each of you respectively, “Hey Abbs, give me an update.” She goes over to her laptop with a “Hey Gibbs” before relaying her findings to him. He thanks her, giving her a kiss on the cheek and handing over the beverages, “Thanks, now go enjoy your lunch. Glad to see you back to yourself.” She smiles up at him before going back to her desk with the drinks, your dad heading back up to the bullpen. She placed down the beverages and sat with you. The both of you took your time to eat—her enjoying the lovely meal you made—and then packed the empty tupperware into the bag to be taken back to her apartment later. You both continue with the rest of your day, Abby looking into the forensics of the case and you assisting her where needed. Your dad later called in to let her know the issue was handled with HR and they wouldn't be bothering her again, leaving a delightful end to the day before you both clocked out.

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insane-control-room · 1 year

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(Throws Tablet)

In which Evans lets Elise see some of Doug's texts to him, because this time he's gone too far.

a friend sent me this incorrect quote; made a fic. https://www.tumblr.com/darkdeception-incoquotes/705849624478597120/elise-throws-phone-at-the-wall-in-a-fit-of incorrect quote from: @darkdeception-incoquotes my requests are open btw :3 also this isnt canon to most of my stories i just lost my mind at 1am

Rated: G (Implied suggestive content) Warnings: referenced/implied cheating ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47867194

(Fic under cut)

“That cheating prick!” Elise growled, gripping the tablet hard enough to make slight white spots appear under her press. She stared at the pictures, face white with rage. “That lying, cheating prick!”

“You can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Evans sighed, trying to be as gentle as he could with her. Normally, Evans simply pleaded with Doug not to cheat on Elise, tried to get him to change his ways and go home instead of ‘working’ late in his office. This time, though, Doug had the audacity to text him some pictures snapped during his illicit exploit. Evans had threatened Doug that if he ever dared do such a thing, he would show the images to Elise, and, well, now he was making due on that very remark. He hated watching Elise’s rage at the confirmation of her suspicions. Even if Doug never denied her accusations of him cheating, she never had any proof, and it was enough for her to cling to. But now…. “I’m sorry, Elise.”

“No. Thank you, Evans,” Elise shook her head. She took in a deep breath, and looked back at the pictures. “I needed this. Goddamnit, I needed this.”

Evans shifted, slightly uncomfortable, as she began to scroll through his and Doug’s text history. He bit his lip to keep from protesting. She had a right to see, even if he hated sharing any glimpse of his private life with anyone. She laughed incredulously, venomously.

“He even tried to get into your pants!” she scoffed, pausing in her scroll. Evans’ cheeks heated significantly while he recalled the several soliciting, salacious texts Doug had sent him. “Good on you for shutting him down! God, that backstabbing, crass, disgusting shit!”

Evans tried to calm her down, but he was a moment too late. The enraged woman threw the tablet against the wall. Evans winced as it shattered.

“Um, Elise?” Evans quietly remarked, his hands shifting to hold each other in his meekness. “That was mine.”

Elise stared at the broken device for a moment before a soft pink blush colored her cheeks.

“Oh,” she replied, sounding surprised. She pursed her lips for a second before commenting, “I’ll pay for it.”

“You don’t have-”

“I’m going to use Doug’s card.”

“Oh. I see,” Evans nodded. Fair enough. “I’d appreciate it.”

“You know what I would appreciate, Detective?” Elise asked, looking at him through her lashes. He swallowed down a blush, shrugging. “If you’d be a sweetheart and cuffed Dougie onto a chair.”

“Seems like a mild punishment,” Evans dryly remarked.

“It’s so he could watch me go down on you,” Elise explained, dancing her fingers over his chest.

Evans felt all of his blood rush to his face, and he choked on air, gaping at the coquettish woman before him.

“I have to go,” he stammered.

“See you around, Detective,” Elise grinned, and winked. She called after him. “I think it would be a great way to keep him from cheating!”

“Not listening!” Evans answered, still blushing.

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