#abby sciuto x reader

[peregrine21]

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. 

 ~~~

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.

[anxiousfanchild]

Dating Abby Sciuto

SFW Relationship Headcanons

Word Count: 160

Content Warnings: NONE! 

Requests are open and encouraged!

Donations towards my wedding are accepted: Ko-fi

A/N: Short and Sweet. I love Abby, I need to rewatch NCIS. 

Do not think for one moment she is letting you leave the house looking like a fool. 

Either she is buying you new clothes or you will be wearing her clothes

Doesn't matter your gender, she will put you in a skirt (with consent). 

She does your eyeliner, you always look like you’re about to go to a Green Day concert (which is great in your books).

Before she retired from NCIS, she didn’t do a lot of dates with you, but after she did, you were getting spoiled beyond recognition. 

Isn’t one for fancy dates, she would rather go bowling. Better yet, take her on a nature walk and let her keep any bones she finds. 

She taught you ASL, so if you ever go nonverbal (or just wanna tell her something in private while in public), you can still talk!

She has an entire folder on you, just in case you go missing. She also made herself one. 

[multifandomfix]

Stealing Abby Sciuto’s Clothes Would Include

It always seemed that whatever you stole or “borrowed” of Abby’s would turn out to be the very thing she was looking for to wear the next day.

After a few times of destroying her closet in search of said item, she’d start to catch on that it was in your possession.

She’d never be mad about you helping yourself to her things, generally, she’d think it’s cute and kinda sweet.

She even designates some of her clothes as “our clothes”, things she allows you full access to at all times because she knows they’re your favorite pieces.

If you borrow a hoodie from her, you can be sure they’ll be a note and a snack stuffed in the pocket or hood of it for you to find.

For anon

Abby Sciuto: @esposamultifandom, @iciclesandsnow, @floresferae, @melliemat3416, @abitchnamedtia

[peregrine21]

Firearm Training - Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Pairing: Abby Sciuto x Gibbs'!Daughter Reader

Includes: fluff, slight hurt/angst?, cute moments with Abby, Abby comforting you, soft Gibbs moment because he’s your dad

Warnings: guns, shooting guns (at paper targets) 

Word Count: 2395 (I hope this finds people who also love Abby bc it’s so rare that I make it to 2000 words)

Brief Description: Your dad (Gibbs) wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun after several incidents of members of his team and/or their loved ones being targeted. You did fine for most of the lesson but did not handle live fire well. You had an emotional reaction to it but tried to push through until Abby came up to comfort you. Your dad took you and her to get milkshakes and cookies after to help you feel better.  

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Firearm training. You were here because your dad wanted you to learn firearm safety and how to shoot a gun. You weren’t fond of loud noises; you preferred bows and crossbows to a gun anyday. However, after several incidents of the team being targeted and even your girlfriend Abby being violently stalked by an ex, you could understand your dad wanting you to learn how to use a gun. Most of the team was there, save for Ducky and Palmer. It was you, Abby, Tony, Tim, Ziva, Director Shepard, and your dad for the day on a private outdoor range with one of your dad’s friends as the instructor. You used one of your dad’s pistols for the day, with “GIBBS”written on the side of the magazine. The guns were all on tables for now as for the first section of the day, your group was reviewed on the build and mechanisms of standard pistols and magazines. 

Sitting in a circle with the team, you learned firearm safety: how to carry and handle a pistol safely; the build and parts of a basic pistol: how to take it apart, clean it, reassemble it; and its functions: how to load rounds into a magazine followed by how to load and unload a pistol without shooting it. You did a few rounds of safety checks and learned to never assume it’s unloaded. You practiced dry firing it and the instructor helped you with your hand positioning and grip; your stance was already solid from your previous years in martial arts. The dry fire shooting felt easy going and made you feel cool as you heard the click of shooting imaginary bullets at the target. Your dad and girlfriend both looked at you often with proud expressions on their faces as you quickly picked up each concept and were doing quite well in the course thus far. 

It was 4 hours into the course and was finally time for lunch. After lunch it would be time to start shooting live rounds at paper targets. However, for now you all just gathered round and decided to go to a local diner for lunch. It was a 20 minute drive there, and despite there being 8 of you, you were all seated right away as the town you were in was remote enough for the diner to be sparse on patrons. You sat next to Abby, Director Shepard next to her, and the instructor at the end of your side of the table. Ziva was in front of you then, Tony, McGee, and your dad filling the other 3 seats on that side of the table respectively. You and Abby ordered fried chicken and waffles to share, your dad and Shepard got steaks, Ziva, Tony, and McGee got sandwiches, and the instructor got a burger. You all took your time to enjoy the meal in each others’ company, you occasionally leaning your head on Abby’s shoulder or her stealing a bite of the waffle you were nibbling on. After much enjoyment and frivolity, you all ended up returning to the range an hour and a half later for the second half of the course. 

You got out of Abby’s car and walked over to the range, Shepard and the instructor already waiting on the course as they rode with your dad, and Tony was close on the way driving Ziva and McGee. You, Abby, your Dad, and director Shepard were already set up as you and Abby were borrowing a pair of your dad’s spare handguns that he stored in his car. Each of your respective guns and accessories were set on the tables, now accompanied by trays of live rounds. Tony’s, Ziva’s and McGee’s guns and gear were with them already, and they would have to set it up themselves upon arriving. The trio soon arrived, and as they got set up, the instructor had the rest of you start with putting on your noise canceling headphones and safety glasses. You glanced over at Abby, adored at how amazing she looked even in the firearm noise canceling headphones and glasses, the headphones set against her bow topped pigtails. The instructor then called for a safety check, followed by loading your magazines with a few live rounds. You were starting to feel a bit anxious as you’d never fired a live round before and the instructor warned you’d need a firm grip to counter the power of shooting live rounds. Before picking up the guns to load in the magazines, Abby leaned over and kissed your cheek— likely leaving a lipstick mark— and gave your hand a squeeze. “You’ll do fine,” she assured you with a gentle smile, clearly noticing your nerves start to kick in. 

You lined up with the rest of your group, the instructor on your left to help with your lesson, and Abby on your right for moral support. The instructor led for everyone to begin. Each in your group aimed their guns forward  and the instructor made minor adjustments to your grip before telling you to place your finger on the trigger and fire when ready. Before you could do so, you heard the first few shots fired from the team and flinched, your eyes closing at the same time. You opened them and took a deep breath trying to brush it off and fixed your own aim. The instructor had held up her hand to signal everyone else to stop firing so as to let you focus. You aimed at the target, took a deep breath, and slowly pulled the trigger as instructed. On the outside you appeared calm, but it felt like winding a jack in the box until *BANG!* You jumped and your hands were shoved up as your body absorbed the inertia of the shot. You looked at your instructor and pasted a smile on your face as she told you that you’d done well. Tears started to form in the corners of your eyes but you fought them, slightly confused as to why they were forming as you didn’t feel particularly sad. You flashed your plastered smile at Abbs, and she smiled in return as she took a few shots herself. You still flinched at every loud bang, but you pushed it all down. It was fine, you were fine. You asked the instructor for some advice on how to avoid losing your grip again, “Uhh, how do I keep my hands from shooting up when the gun fires and keep my grip?”. The instructor moved you into position and put her hands over yours on the gun, “you gotta make sure there is no space between your hands and hold your (dominant) hand firmly with your (non-dominant) hand”. You nodded, giving an ok in response before the instructor took a break to use the restroom. Abbs had finished a few rounds and put her gun on the table before coming up to you from the side. She laid a hand on your back and left a gentle kiss on the back side of your neck, “I’ll be over at the tent babe, you’re doing great!”, she informed you before returning cheerfully to the tent set up for breaks and spectating. It was now you, Ziva, McGee, Tony, and Director Shepard on the range. Your dad was watching from the tent along with Abbs who had just sat in one of the chairs to spectate with him. 

You prepared to take another shot and aimed at the target when Ziva came up beside you, “Fix your grip, there’s a gap between your hands again.” You did as she told you and thanked her before putting your finger on the trigger and slowly pulling it again. *BANG!* You jump again and silent tears form. You try to push through and keep your gaze forward so as to not let anyone onto the tears nearly falling down your face. You take a deep breath your heart racing, fixing your grip before pulling the trigger a third time, *BANG!* Silent tears start to fall down your cheeks, still baffling you as you don't feel sad or upset. A sniffle tips off Ziva who leans over to look at your face. She notices the tears and bluntly inquires, "What are the tears for? You're only shooting at a paper." You feel bad for not being able to stop it and feel pressured to suck it up, responding that you’re fine and start setting up for another shot. Abby heard from the chairs set up at the tent behind the shooting range and immediately made her way over, your father Gibbs behind her. Your calm steadiness starts to waver as your hands begin to shake. You breathe, put your finger on the trigger and take your 4th shot, losing your grip on the gun as your hands start to shake even more. You bring your (non-dominant hand) back onto the gun and aim at the target once more, hands and arms shaking profusely and tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision a bit.

Ziva is baffled at your emotional state, giving you a confused look as to why this is making you cry. You didn’t really understand why yourself, you just knew you couldn’t stop it or hold it back even though you didn’t necessarily feel upset. You hear another couple shots  from Tony and McGee and flinch again. By this time, Abby has finally made it to you and pressed her body against your back, wrapping one arm around you and grabbing the gun out of your hands with the other. You turn and melt into her, tears still falling down your face and she rubs her thumb against your back trying to calm you a bit, “Darling, it’s ok, you did so good. You don’t have to keep going.” Your dad makes it over and looks to Ziva who is still perplexed, “Stop staring and take the gun from Abby would ya?!” You bury yourself further into Abby as Ziva takes the gun out of Abby’s hand and places it on the table. Now with a free hand, Abby turns the volume all the way off on your headphones to reduce the loudness of the gunshots. You look up at her. “It helps a bit to have the volume all the way down” she tells you as she holds your face and wipes the tears away with her thumb. You bury your face into her neck and she wraps her other arm around you, holding you close and whispering affirmations and sweet nothings into your ear. Your dad puts a hand on your shoulder, standing behind Abby to talk to you, “Hey, you did good kid. You can stop if you want to. I just wanted you to know how to shoot if you ever need to. Now you can.” Abby walked you over to the tent and sat against a table, keeping you in her arms as you calmed down, rubbing circles on your back with her thumb. The rest of the team kept on shooting, your Dad taking your place in the lineup. Director Shepard came over and leaned against the table beside Abby, placing a hand on your back and reassuring you, “Hey, you’re ok.” She smiled, and you tried to smile back in return, still shaking a bit. “You can sit over here with us while they finish the course, no need to go back out.” After a few minutes, your breathing had finally evened out again, and Abby brought you around the table to the chairs while keeping you close to her. She sat down and guided you to sit in her lap as Director Shepard sat in the chair beside hers. You sat across her lap, legs over the side of the chair, and leaned into her. You kept your head on her shoulder as she put one around your waist and left the other one free. You still flinched at most of the shots the rest of the team took so Abby pulled out your book to distract you a bit. She held you in her arms and read your book with you until the shooting course was over. 

Afterwards, the team packed up all their gear and put it into their respective cars, your dad packing up for you and Abby as both of you had borrowed his spare pistols for the course. Tony, Ziva, and McGee left first, bidding the rest of you farewell. Your dad came up to you and Abby, both of you still consumed in the book, and pulled it down to get both your attention, “Hey, how about we go to the diner for milkshakes before heading home?” You liked the idea. Shepard joined the three of you; she had felt like a mother to you and Abby. The instructor bid you all a farewell as she had her own car to return home with and still had to pack up the course for the night. 

Around 20 minutes later, you had arrived at the diner and been seated in a 4 person booth, you and Abby on one side and Gibbs and Shepard on the other. Your dad ordered a chocolate malt shake, Shepard a Vanilla one, and Abby a Black and White (think chocolate and marshmallows). You still felt shaken so Abby, knowing your favorites, ordered your favorite milkshake as well as a double order of chocolate chip cookies for you and her to share. Once the waitress had gone to put in your orders, Abby pulled you close by the waist and the two of you sat nuzzled up together. You remained like this still when your orders arrived and as you enjoyed the sugary rewards of the day. After you were done, the sun was starting to set so your dad paid the bill and you all headed out: Shepard with Gibbs and you with Abbs. She had her hand either on your thigh or laced into your hand for half of the ride to your house where she was spending the night. Your dad cooked dinner that night for the four of you and Shepard headed home at around 9pm. You and Abby remained cuddled up for the rest of the night before finally falling asleep, wrapped together in each other's arms.

[dwaynepride]

12 - knitting something warm for the other || abby sciuto

words: 520

warnings: none

autumn prompt list  🍂

“Are you sure the murder weapon is an ice pick?”

“Positive. I’m an expert on identifying holes in the flesh.”

“I don’t know, Abby. Looks more like a screwdriver to me.”

“Are you really going to stand here - in my lab - and question my expertise?”

Your eyes flicker away from the photos, meeting Abby and her narrowed gaze. Immediately, you’re the one to back down - there’s no arguing with Abby when she’s sure she’s right. Especially not in her own lab. Plus, yeah - maybe those holes are from an ice pick.

Your head dips once. “Sorry. Won’t happen again,” you tell her before leaning in to peck a kiss against her cheek - a peace offering, as well as a goodbye. With the murder weapon successfully identified, you’ve got to go inform the team.

But just before you can turn away from Abby, her hand is on your arm. Keeping you in your spot so you have to turn and look to her in confusion. “We’ve been so busy, I’ve had to wait for you to come down to meet me,” Abby says. “I have something for you.”

“More answers?”

“Not yet,” she says smugly. But she doesn’t release you. Instead, Abby tugs on your arm, leading you away from her computers and toward her back room. She stops by her desk and quickly rummages around in the drawers. At some point, you try to lean over to catch a peek, but Abby was too clever. Whatever her gift is, she was able to keep it out of view as she straightens up, holding it behind her back.

“Since it’s getting colder outside, I figured you’d need something to keep you warm,” she says, wearing a smile. You reflect the smile, feeling just a bit excited at the prospect of the gift. And Abby finally brings her hands out from behind her back to reveal...

....a pair of black socks with a skull stitched on the heel. Thick-looking, wool socks that are big enough to go about mid-calf, at least.

“Socks,” you plainly say.

“Wool socks,” Abby corrects.

“Abby, I have socks at home. I’m wearing socks right now.”

“Cotton socks can’t protect you as well as these bad boys.” She reaches for your hand to press the black socks into it, and then pats your hand with her own. “You know, your toes are one of the first things to go if you have severe frostbite. All those itty bitty toes, so far away from your heart...”

A light snort of laughter comes up - not at Abby, per se. But losing your toes to frostbite? “It’s not even that cold out,” you tell her.

“Maybe not yet. But it will be. And you’ll thank me.”

You’re quiet for a moment, watching Abby’s proud expression with a smile of your own. And then you sigh softly before stepping forward. “Nah, I’ll thank you now,” you say, immediately wrapping her up in a tight hug.

Sure, the wool socks might keep your toes attached to your feet. But really, Abby’s all you need to keep warm.

[specialagentlokitty]

Abby x reader - Pride

Hi could you do Abby x reader where reader is Gibbs daughter and they go to pride? Maybe abby and reader even get the whole team to come along 💕🌈 - Anon❤️

“I don’t think he’ll come..” you grumbled.

Abby frowned and kissed your rainbow painted cheek. Her arm wrapped around your shoulder as she pulled you into her side while you watched the floats go down the street.

“He’ll be here!”

“How do you know?....”

Abby smiles and winked at me. While Ducky, Jimmy, Nick, Ellie, Sloane and even Vance came to the pride parade there was still no sign of your dad. It hurt, you felt your heart break with each moment that passed.

“It’s been over an hour...”

Everyone gave you soft smiled and Elle bounded up to you, offering you her hand.

“Lets go have fun!”

Abby’s arms protectively went around your neck as she hung off you.

“She mine!” She playfully hissed.

You cracked a smile and everyone laughed, Abby pulled you up and laced her fingers through yours, kissing you then winking.

“First can we get food?” Nick asked.

Rolling your eyes you grinned at him and poked his stomach.

“You’re always hungry.”

“Hey! I just like food!” He pouted.

“I bet.” You snickered.

He huffed and grinned before shrugging. Wrapping an arm around Ellie as everyone begun to make their way to a small nearby cafe. Even though you were smiling, Abby could see the pain behind it. She leaned down and kissed your temple.

“I’m sorry...” she whispered so no one could hear.

Shrugging, you bit your lip and glanced at the ground as you walked, leaning into her side.

“Leaving without me?”

Everyone stopped and you spun around before tackling the man into a hug along with Abby.

“Dad!”

“Gibbs!”

Gibbs chuckled, kissing both your heads before pulling away, wrapping his arms around both your shoulders.

“I thought you weren’t coming...”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, I’m sorry I’m late sweetheart.”

You smiled and hugged him again, if the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs said sorry you knew that he definitely meant it. When you pulled back, you grabbed his hand, grabbed Abby’s hand and wore a wide grin.

“Let’s have fun!”

Everyone begun to walk and talk, you and Abby shared a look before glancing across the street that was covered in colourful confetti.

“Hey dad?”

“Yes?”

Grinning even more you looked at him.

“FACE PAINTING!”

Gibbs didn’t even bother to fight as you dragged him over, the smile on your face was all the motivation he needed to get through it. If you were happy he was happy, even if he did have a rainbow stripe over his face

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I'm glad you're back (Abby Sciuto x Reader)

•• No pairing, For anon 💙 enjoy! ••

Time flew by while you were away at University. Being away from all your friends at NCIS was hard but you were having fun in a new place and making new friends. Even if you never technically worked there it was like home to you. Still, that didn’t stop your heart from aching. When Thanksgiving break came around you hopped into your car and headed back up to D.C., only speeding a little bit on the freeway. The Naval yard was full of hellos and congratulations on getting through to that point of the semester, you greeted all the security guards as you were cleared to head in. You got into the elevator and headed down to Abby’s lab. You could see the rest of Gibbs and the team later. Your parents had been close friends with Gibbs and when they passed...he took you in. You could never properly thank him for that. You shook your head of your thoughts as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. You smiled, peeking around the door into Abby’s lab. She was currently looking at something in a microscope.

“I don’t have anything yet, Gibbs.” She said. You chuckled.

“I’m flattered, but, I don’t think I was that quiet.” Abby’s head shot up and she gasped.

“(Y/N)!” She practically screamed as she ran over to you. You braced yourself as she tackled you against the caf-pow refrigerator. You only winced a little bit as your back was pushed up against the glass. “I’ve missed you so much!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around her.

“I missed you too Abbs.” She squeezes and you tapped her on the back. “Can’t...breathe…” She let go with a smile.

“Sorry.” You waved it off.

“Hey, It’s better than class so I’ll take it.” The computer blared and Abby ran back over. You followed her and shrugged.

“I can come back later if you're too busy right now.”

“No!” She exclaimed. “I can handle work and catch up with you at the same time! I’m a great multitasker!” You pointed toward the gloves.

“Or...I could help?” Her eyes lit up.

“It’s really great to have you back, (y/n). Even if it’s just for a few days.”

“It’s good to be back.”

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Drabble Challenge Thingy 2

I did one of these before and people seemed to like it. So in order to get my muse back for multiple characters, I felt like doing another one. Yes, I was meant to do this like a month ago but I had a bad few weeks with my mental health, though I'm slowly getting that sorted now so I finally got around to them.

These might all be a bit shit, it's been so long since I've written for about half of these characters and the other half, I've not done at all. So apologises.

The prompts and characters are:

"Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now." – Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

"Shut up and kiss me, you idiot." – Kev Allison (The Smoke)

"Sometimes I wish I could meet you all over again. Knowing what I do now, I wouldn’t waste my time trying so hard to push you away." – Leo Elster (Humans)

"I think I’m in trouble." – Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

"You’re the reason I smile." – Henry Morgan (Forever)

"Please, don't cry." – Callen (NCIS: Los Angeles)

"If my words are getting through at all here, please stop squirming." – Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

"If people jump out at me, I will hit you." – Tim McGee (NCIS)

"I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, don’t you understand that? How could you possibly think you don’t matter to me?" – Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

"Where am I?" – Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

"Don’t say you love me." – Lee Adama (Battlestar Galactica)

"Did you come in here just to bother me, or does this visit serve some sort of purpose?" – Samuel Wyatt (Strike Back)

"Asking for help doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re strong enough to realize when you can’t do it alone." – Gaius Baltar (Battlestar Galactica)

"I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you." – Jack Kline (Supernatural)

"You have got to see this." – Gadreel (Supernatural)

"It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway." – Sam Anders (Battlestar Galactica)

"There’s only one bed." – Eric Beale (NCIS: Los Angeles)

"You don’t have to act like you’re okay." – Thomas “Mac” McAllister (Strike Back)

"Sometimes I wonder if I’m really cut out for this line of work." – Mick Davies (Supernatural)

"I’ll slaughter you in Mario Kart!" – Dennis “Asbo” Severs (The Smoke)

The drabbles are under the cut, and they’re all around 500 words or less. (I got carried away on a few, sorry)

Hope you enjoy this! And as always, feedback is appreciated. :)

"Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now." with Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

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You, Dean and Sam ran through the forest you found yourself cornered by two demons. Dean subtly handed the blade to you and you tried to lunge forward with it but one of the demons flung you back and you hit your head on a large rock that was stuck in the ground. You had dropped the knife in flight and Dean went to grab it, but both he and Sam were trapped by the demon's strength.

After a bit of a slanging match, they let both of the boys go and wandered off. Sam snatched the knife from Dean and wanted to run after them, but his brother knew it would do no good. Dean's attentions were soon turned back to you when he realised you still hadn't woken up after the hit from the demon. He came over to you and crouched down.

Rolling you over, his hand cradled your head, noticing the blood on his hands from the massive cut in your scalp, “Hey, wake up.” he urged before looking up, concerned, at his younger brother.

“I'll call an ambulance.” Sam said as he looked down, his breathing heavy from the adrenaline and the panic that began to build inside of him when he saw the state you were in. It took a few moments before he actually did what he said, feeling himself return to the real world after momentarily disassociating from what was happening.

“Come on, [Y/N]!” he begged, his hands running over your face so he could see it better, checking for anything that suggested you could hear him. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks.

There was still nothing, but Dean could still feel a weak pulse and he just had to hope you'd make it.

Word count: 306

"Shut up and kiss me, you idiot." with Kev Allison (The Smoke)

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It was the end of a busy shift and you were finishing changing in the locker area when Kev walked in. You sat on the bench and began tying your shoelaces while he walked closer and sat next to you. “Fancy a takeaway at my place and a movie?” he asked with a little smile and a tilt of his head.

You and Kev had been on a few dates now, though you weren't exactly official. Kev was being his forever insecure self when it came to dating again and you only made that worse when all you could manage to respond with was a shy smile and lowering your head to the floor.

“I've scared you off, haven't I? After the other night.” Kev worried as he shuffled a little away from you.

You shook your head, “No, no, not at all, Kev.” you reassured him.

The other night, Kev made a decision; if he was going to date again, and it was someone he really liked, he had to show them the real him, and he did. You saw the horrific scars the fire had given him, but it never made you think differently of him, it didn't make you want to run away then, and it certainly doesn't now.

Kev smiled, “Good. But if you want to run for the hills after what I showed you then I totally understand. To be honest, I'm surprised you're still in the same city as me, let alone on the same bench in the same room. There's much better out there than me so if you want to go out for the night and look for someone else...” he suddenly stopped talking, “Sorry.”

You shuffled back closer to him and placed your hand on his knee. Looking at him, he looked back with a sad look on his face. “I'm still here because I like you, okay? I do, and I actually do want a takeaway and movie tonight.”

He smiled again, this time lowering his head shyly to look at your hand on his knee. “Why do you like me? Seriously. When you've seen that how can you even look at me the same way again. I'm not a man. Certainly not one you want.” he said glumly and you squeezed his hand and he looked back at you. “Sorry rambling again, but you know, I don't mind if this isn't what you --”

Your eyes rolled when he started again, “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” you interrupted and Kev stopped talking before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. The kiss mutually broke off and Kev grinned. “You're the only man I need, Kev Allison.” you told him and this time he leaned in for a passionate kiss that only broke off momentarily for air.

Word count: 473

"Sometimes I wish I could meet you all over again. Knowing what I do now, I wouldn’t waste my time trying so hard to push you away." with Leo Elster (Humans)

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You and Leo lay back on the bed, his arm was around you and you wrapped yours around his waist while he charged. “I just wish I knew that you didn't care about it.” he said, referring to him being half-synth.

Shuffling on the bed, you left Leo's grip and leaned on your side, using your arm for support. “I really don't, Leo. But I told you back then, would you have even believed me?”

“Probably not.” he sighed, turning away to look up and face the ceiling. You had met Leo over a year ago and helped him and Max when they were in a spot of bother; you clicked right away with them both, especially Leo but they left pretty quickly and you didn't see them again. Leo worried that you didn't feel what he did because of his abdomen opening that allows him to charge. But that wasn't it, and you had told Leo that. He took a deep breath, “Sometimes I wish I could meet you all over again. Knowing what I do now, I wouldn’t waste my time trying so hard to push you away.”

“Okay. Hi, I'm [Y/N].” you reintroduced, holding out your hand with a grin.

Leo smiled and took hold of your hand and shook it, “Leo.” he replied. Leo brought his hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. “I promise I'll stop pushing you away.”

“I care about you. You know that, right?” you assured him and he nodded. You leaned forwards and placed your lips on his forehead and kiss it while your fingers ran through his hair.

Word count: 274

"I think I’m in trouble." with Abby Sciuto (NCIS)

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You knocked on Abby's apartment door, letting out quivering sobs as you waited for her to answer. She opened the door and saw you crying, “[Y/N], what the...?”

“Abby...” you sobbed. Abby looked down to you hands held out in front of you, covered in someone's blood. “I think I’m in trouble.” you wailed. Your hands we shaking, your breath trembled as you fought to find breath.

She stayed looking shocked at you but allowed you inside, “I have to call Gibbs.” she said, flustered and pacing around the room as you sat down on her couch.

“No!” you exclaimed, “Abby, you can't, please.” you further pleaded.

She walked around, sitting herself next to you and put he hands on your knee, “Whatever's happened, we can sort it. Gibbs will sort it and I know that this seems scary seeing as you have someone's blood on your hands, but we need to find out why it's there, okay? Which is why I have to call Gibbs.” Abby told you and you nodded.

You always trusted Abby, she was like a sister to you, you trusted her and the way she always spoke about Gibbs and the team to you made you sure that if you could trust anyone to help you, it would be them.

Word count: 217

"You’re the reason I smile." – Henry Morgan (Forever)

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After the meal Henry had cooked, he put on the record player and began playing some slow music. He took your hand and pulled up from the chair bringing you close to him. “I don't know how to dance, Henry.”

“Well, allow me to teach you.” he smiled and you began to dance to the music with Henry teaching you along the way. “You're a quick leaner.” he observed and he turned you around by lifting his arm and hand over your head so you could manoeuvre underneath.

Pulling you closer, Henry's hand settled on your back and he smiled, “I have a very good teacher.” you replied. You both stopped doing dance moves and began swaying to the music with your head on his chest and his chin resting on the top of your head.

The quietness was comforting, with only the music filling the room, “I love you.” Henry confessed, “You’re the reason I smile.” he continued but he was worried when you didn't reply so he looked down at you and saw that your eyes were closed. You sunk into him as you drifted further into sleep and the corners of his mouth turned upwards in a little smirk when he realised that you were fully asleep. He angled himself so he could pick you up and he carried you off to bed.

Word count: 227

"Please, don't cry." with Callen (NCIS: Los Angeles)

WARNING: This mentions torture so if you're triggered by that in anyway, you might want to skip this one.

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“Here, take this.” Callen insisted, holding out a glass full of Hetty's best whiskey and your hand shook violently as you took it. You were still struggling to come to terms with the ordeal you had recently dealt with after your cover was blown undercover and you were tortured for information. Callen sat next to you on the couch at the boatshed and lifted his arm for you to snuggle into him and he hooked his arm around your shoulder. “I'm sorry we didn't get to you quicker. I can't imagine what you went through.”

“It wasn't your fault.” you told him with your voice breaking, “You weren't to know what had happened any quicker.” You tried to keep the tears in, and your eyes began to sting with tears being kept back from falling. Callen squeezed you closer and you felt a tear drop down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away.

Your arm wrapped around his waist and your head settled on his chest as he breathed calmly which helped you calm down slightly knowing he was there. His smell and his warmth made being back with the team all the more better.

“I didn't think it would get as bad as it did, G.” you sobbed, the tears suddenly falling quicker than you expected.

His arm squeezed tighter around you and he kissed through your hair, “Please, don't cry.” he said, “You're safe now, you're safe.” Callen assured you as he pecked kisses through your hair and wrapped his other arm around you, tightening his grip which helped you to calm down.

You were both aware that this was going to take a little while to get over, and you expected a visit from Nate over the next few days, but you weren't going to let it put you off the job despite being a little apprehensive about going undercover again. Though you had the team watching your six, and you felt safer already.

Word count: 331

"If my words are getting through at all here, please stop squirming." with Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

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You were helping Sam and the others in the assault against the British Men of Letters compound when one of the guards shot you in the arm. Despite the difficulty, you had managed to help him and the other American hunters to destroy the compound even with the bullet in your arm.

After the attack on the compound, you were back in the bunker, “Argh!” you groaned when Sam rummaged around in the wound trying to get the bullet out. The pain was more than you were starting to be able to bear and Sam was struggling to find it but he had to get it out and you knew that.

The boys we always wary when it came to taking you on hunts thought you always insisted to join. If you were going to stay with them, the last thing you wanted was to be stuck in the bunker everyday so they had to get you a bit more experience.

“Keep still.” he ordered calmly as you kept jerking with each sudden jolt of pain. Sam soon got the bullet out and after that, he had to sew you back up.

He made sure everything was clean, which only made you squirm more with the stinging, “Ah, shit, Sam.” you yelled before sucking air through your teeth with the pain

“Sorry.” he said, and your arm suddenly moved again when another surge of pain went through your arm as he started to dress it with a bandage. “If my words are getting through at all here, please stop squirming.” he demanded, his voice more firm and insistent. It was hard to stop moving whenever Sam pressed too hard on the wound or even brushed past it but eventually you were all patched up and you were glad – despite the bullet wound – to help the rest of the American hunters take down the compound.

Word count: 318

"If people jump out at me, I will hit you." with Tim McGee (NCIS)

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You knew that Tim was planning something for your birthday, you just didn't know what. Tony had kept you away from HQ all afternoon, making excuses to have lunch and stop at various places and you were well aware this was all down to Tim.

When the sun began to set over DC, you and Tony went back to NCIS and you were sent down to Abby's lab for another hour before Tim came down to get you. “You need to come to MTAC.” he insisted and Abby's giddiness made it obvious what was happening.

Following him down, you found yourselves stood outside MTAC and McGee had a huge grin plastered across his face, “If people jump out at me, I will hit you.” you warned and the grin slowly fell away from his face and his eyes darted over to Abby. “Tim, do I need to hit you now?”

“Look, I'm sorry, okay? I know you hate surprise parties or anything like that but I wanted to actually celebrate your birthday instead of you brushing it off like it was nothing.” he explained. You didn't reply straight away, only leaning forward and pressing your lips to his cheek for a kiss.

“Thank you, Tim.” you responded and the smiled returned to his lips. “You're right though; I hate surprise parties but, just for you, I will go with it.”

He leaned to the iris scanned and scanned his eye and the MTAC doors unlocked and you, Tim and Abby walked in before the rest of the team jumped from the seats, “SURPRISE!” they all exclaimed loudly and you had to at least act like you were surprised.

Birthday parties or surprises of any kind was not what you liked at all, but with the team, you actually relaxed into it and began to enjoy yourself.

Word count: 308

"I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, don’t you understand that? How could you possibly think you don’t matter to me?" with Charlie Bradbury (Supernatural)

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It had been a tough few weeks for you, mentally. Dean hadn't trusted you since you messed up on a hunt and Sam had kept his distance from you both.

Charlie had arrived at the bunker to help the brothers with their latest hunt and she wondered where you were and Sam informed you that you had been in your room for the last two weeks since the last hunt you went on.

The door lightly knocked and opened just after, the red, long locks of Charlie was easy to spot and she smiled when she poked he head in the slightly ajar opening, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” you replied glumly and she came in, shutting the door behind her. Charlie could always tell when people weren't themselves, and she always made it her mission to try and cheer them up as best she could, but she somehow thought it might not be as easy this time. “Are you okay?”

“Dean hates me, Sam hasn't spoken to me since the last hunt I went on and I don't really think I matter to anyone right now.” you sniffed, wiping a tear from your cheek away.

Charlie tilted her head sympathetically and she walked closer to the bed, sitting down next to you. “You matter to me.” Charlie said as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

“I doubt that. I almost got Sam and Dean killed that day.”

“But you saved my life.” she acknowledged, leaning forward and placing her hands on yours. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, don’t you understand that? How could you possibly think you don’t matter to me?”

You suddenly broke down in tears and she leaned forward again bringing you in for a tight hug. Dean was stood in the opening of the doorway and poked his head through, “Hey, we need your help. Both of you.” he informed.

Getting up from the bed, you reluctantly walked past Dean but he stopped you in your tracks. He didn't say anything he just wrapped his arms around you and squished you into him for another hug. “I'm sorry. You do good, kiddo.” he finally said after a long silence.

Word count: 372

"Where am I?" with Leroy Jethro Gibbs (NCIS)

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The explosion at NCIS had landed you in hospital, worse off than the rest of your team. You hadn't woken up since being knocked unconscious and Gibbs stayed by your side throughout, despite having a case, he refused to leave.

He kept a hold of your hand and it moved when you started to come out of your unconscious state, “[Y/N]...” Gibbs gasped lightly.

“Where am I?” you asked the lines between your eyes deepening as you frowned. You felt the stress build slowly inside of you as you struggled to get your bearings. The whiteness of the room slowly started to set into your vision and you began noticing the familiarity of the hospital. “Gibbs, what happened?”

“You remember me?” he asked and you nodded in response. “Okay, good. You're in hospital. Do you remember what happened?”

Your breathing quickened as you failed to remember the event that landed you in here and you shook your head and whimpered, “No.” you whined, your voice raspy and breaking.

Gibbs leaned over and cupped your cheek, “You're gonna be fine.” he assured you before placing a kiss to your forehead. When he broke it off he looked at you with a smile, “Glad to have you back, too.” he said.

Word count: 211

"Don’t say you love me." with Lee Adama (Battlestar Galactica)

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Lee found you alone in the duty locker. You and him haven't been the same friends you once were since he married Dee. It wasn't that he got married, that didn't upset you as much as sleeping with him several times before he did, and even once since, each time he claimed that he had feelings for you.

You were glad when he moved over to the Pegasus, but since returning, you could barely look him in the eye, “Are we ever going to talk about this, [Y/N]?”

“Talk about what?” you already argued back. “There's nothing to talk about, is there? You chose her, I have to move on from you.”

Both of you knew that you couldn't simply switch your feelings off for each other with ease. You didn't want to be in the same room as him, every time you were you just fell in love with him all over again and you had to remind yourself who he chose. “Please, I hate you being upset with me. I lo--”

“No!” you yelled, “Don’t say you love me.” the emotion breaking the sentence and the lump in your throat growing to the point you could hardly swallow the saliva down. Lee walked up behind you and ran his hand up your arm, “Don't...” you breathed as you broke away from him.

You couldn't allow yourself to be taken in by him, you couldn't. It was hard for you, you were unattached and and the only person you wanted, you couldn't have. “But I do. I love you.”

“No you don't.” you shot to him and he frowned.

“How could you even say that?” he asked, walking forward again and you retreated backwards away from him. Lee hated that you were acting like you hated him, but he didn't understand that you didn't hate him, you just couldn't deal with the heartbreak of watching him with Dee.

“Because you chose her, Lee.” you cried, “You chose her when you could've had me.”

Lee lowered his head and licked his lips before looking back up. His eyes started to have a glassy appearance to them as he finally realised why you had been acting the way you had. You were right, and he knew it, but Lee knew what he wanted, and if he wanted you, he didn't do a very good job of showing it.

Word count: 403

"Did you come in here just to bother me, or does this visit serve some sort of purpose?" with Samuel Wyatt (Strike Back)

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Being the Communications Officer on Section 20 meant that your fieldwork was limited to say the least, but you never complained. Computer work was what you were best at and you were happy to stay in the crib with Colonel Coltrane if it made the Section's job easier to complete.

The mission had only just got started which meant less fieldwork and more research. Alex had sent Mac and Novin out on a recce at a nightclub which meant that Wyatt was restless and bored in the crib. He walked into the crib and leaned over your chair, breathing heavily after a workout and you had to stop yourself from complaining about the smell coming from him.

Knowing he was stood behind you with his eyes focused on the laptop screen was putting you off from doing the work as independently as you preferred. “Did you come in here just to bother me, or does this visit serve some sort of purpose?” you sighed and turned back to him.

The sergeant moved back slightly and grinned before letting it falter, “How long is all this going to take?” he asked as he paced around the room. He picked up the HK416 rifle on the table and began twirling it around in his hand, which began to make you a little nervous.

You rolled you eyes over to your boss who chuckled while he cleaned his pistol on the table. “You do realise that we don't go in all guns blazing like you enjoy. Missions involve a decent bit of research and planning.” you commented.

Wyatt sits on the edge of the desk and picked up a pen and banged it on the table just so he reiterated his boredom to you both. “Which I'm sure you do very well, both of you, but how come Mac and Novin get the recce and I'm stuck here with you two?”

“Because, Sergeant we might need you for something a bit more active at any given second.” the Colonel spoke as he came behind you and looked over your current work. “Right, let's get this moaner out of our hair before I'm tempted to ram something very uncomfortable where the sun doesn't shine. What have you got?” Wyatt looked over at his commander, jokingly offended by his threat but he soon joined him in looking over at the research you had gathered on the target.

Word count: 403

"Asking for help doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re strong enough to realize when you can’t do it alone." with Gaius Baltar (Battlestar Galactica)

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You hated knowing that Gaius was stuck in a cell waiting for a trial he didn't deserve to have. He barely got any visitors and the majority of the ship wasn't exactly thrilled to have him on board. You were different, however, you don't believe the accusations towards him.

Going down to his cell, you see him sat on the floor against the wall. His face lit up slightly at your arrival and the marines outside the door allowed you in to the cell. He stood up and began pacing around the area, “Are you the help? Because I need help, I need someone to get me out of this.” he rambles excessively.

“Gaius...” you spoke.

“No! No! Unless you plan to get me out of this, you don't need to be here.” he shouted, pointing in all different directions before his hyperactivity subsided and he slumped back against the wall and looked at you. “I don't want to ask for anyone's help. I'm the former President for frak sake. But I don't really want to be thrown out of the airlock.”

You joined him down on the floor and placed a comforting hand on top of his, “Asking for help doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means you’re strong enough to realize when you can’t do it alone.” you assured him and you could see how hard it was hitting him, the severity of the situation.

“But President Roslin would never ask for it, would she?” his voice broke.

“But you're not Laura Roslin. You're Gaius frakking Baltar. ” you replied. “Look, Gaius, I will try my hardest to get you the best help. I won't see you flushed out of the airlock for this. I promise.”

Gaius looked rather touched at your vow to help, and you planned to keep your promise. “Thank you.” Gaius said as he took a further hold of your hand and squeezed it.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an Air Group that needs commanding. I'll come back later.” You placed a friendly kiss to Baltar's cheek, through his thick beard and left the cell. He felt a little more hopeful knowing he may have a chance of a decent defence at his trial.

Word count: 376

"I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you." with Jack Kline (Supernatural)

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You thought taking Jack out in the world and meeting people would help him manage his powers a little better. Jack wasn't so optimistic but you wanted to teach him to be a little less awkward in social situations; it was something you thought was best he learnt if he was going to help on hunts or get out of the bunker once in a while.

You took him to a fast food restaurant and as you ordered food for everyone, Jack was next to you, looking at a young woman sat in a booth alone. “Go and talk to her.” you encouraged.

“No, I can't.” the Nephilim replied shaking his head. “I like to watch people, talking doesn't seem right.”

“You've got to talk to people, Jack.” you told him. As a team, you all felt responsibility for Jack and you were no different. You wanted Jack to feel a part of the world and feel less like a monster and more like someone who can interact in the real world. “Go up to her and start a conversation. But hey, be more like Sam, less like Dean in your approach.”

Jack frowned, “Why?” he asked looking up from the floor, the confusion over the world and your comment evident on his face.

“Because no offence, Dean can be a bit of a jerk sometimes when it comes to meeting girls.” you informed Jack. “I'll be outside, just go and talk to her.”

As soon as you stepped outside, Jack quickly followed and you huffed at him, “I, er, I couldn't do it.”

“I bet she would've been lovely if you had talked to her.”

Turning to Jack he gave you a little smile, “I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.” he gushed and you lowered your head with a shy smile. After a pause, he spoke again, “What if I don't want anyone but you?”

You were a little shocked at Jack's question as you didn't know he had any feelings for you. You didn't realise Nephilim's had such feelings, and they probably didn't, but either way, it was something that needed to be spoken about in private at the Bunker.

Word count: 371

"You have got to see this." with Gadreel (Supernatural)

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You had prayed to Gadreel, asking him to come now that Sam and Dean were away on a hunt but so far, he had not arrived. Settling down on your bed you placed a DVD in the player and pressed play, “Gadreel, Dean and Sam are away, please, please come and see me.” you prayed again and settled to watch it on your own hoping he heard and will come later.

The sound of fluttering wings filled the room as Gadreel appeared. “[Y/N]. You called. Is everything okay?” he asked.

Getting up off the bed you rushed over to him and wrapped your arms around your body and he awkwardly responded. Angels never responded to much physical contact but Gadreel tried as he cared about you enough to give you such a response. “Everything's fine. I just missed you, that's all.”

“I wish I could make Sam and Dean understand that I care about you and I want you to be safe.” the angel said. You lowered your head sadly and Gadreel lifted it back up with his hand, “I will talk to them again, make them see.”

“No, Gadreel, it won't work. It'll have to keep being secret, for now at least. You understand that, don't you?”

He was looking down the floor though his head immediately straightened and looked at you. “Yes, of course, I completely understand.” he replied. The sound from the television alerted him to the show you had recently put on. “What is this?”

You smiled as he walked over to the end of the bed and sat on it as he watched the TV, “Game Of Thrones, Dean got me a little obsessed with it.”

“I have no idea what that is.” he frowned.

“You have got to see this.” you insisted. “Can you stay a while? The boys won't be back for a day at least.” you told Gadreel and he smiled and nodded and you encouraged him to join you at the other end of the bed.

Word count: 339

"It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway." with Sam Anders (Battlestar Galactica)

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On board the Demetrius, you were one of the crew who had been sent over to help Kara with her research to look for Earth. You sat in the main room, everyone else had gone to sleep and you looked over all the paperwork that had already been collected.

It was starting to feel like the crew were getting further away from finding it rather than getting closer and most of the team just wanted to get back to Galactica. You trusted Kara, but she hadn't been the same since she returned.

As you continued to try and make sense of the papers, Sam entered and got himself a drink, “You don't have to do that, we'll pick it up when everyone gets up.” he said as he sat down on the opposite side of the bench.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” you responded. Rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes, both you and Sam were slowly becoming the only two people who still believed in her claim that Earth was out there and she knew where it was and she'd been working tirelessly to find it.

“We have to keep Kara believing. We can't turn against her like the others are.” Anders urged and you nodded in agreement. He walked back to the counter and poured a drink for you before returning to the seat. Handing you the glass, he tapped the side of his to yours and you both took a sip and began looking over the paperwork together while everybody else slept.

Word count: 258

"There’s only one bed." with Eric Beale (NCIS: Los Angeles)

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Stakeouts weren't always the norm with OSP, especially ones that required an overnight stay in a room across the street from the target. Hetty told you to take Eric with you so he could do his usual computer stuff next to you instead of from Ops. Personally, you would've felt safer with a fellow agent like Nell, but Eric knew what he was doing and you promised you would keep you both safe.

Walking into the room, it was plain and minimalistic; the walls were pure white and only a table and a single bed filled the room, ”Uh-oh.” Eric exclaimed and you looked at him with a frown, “There’s only one bed.”

“We'll sleep in shifts, I have experience in the computer software. But whoever's not sleeping we'll have to keep an extra eye out.” you informed Eric. He placed his stuff down on the ground and began setting up while you watched out of the window at the warehouse opposite that you were watching.

“Are you sure that's a good idea?” he questioned while he plugged various wires into different slots of his equipment.

Standing by the window, you kept on watching, making sure you were being careful about who saw you and keeping an eye on the surrounding area. Eric finished setting up and logged into the computer, “It'll be fine. Honestly, I've done stakeouts before when I was in the Police, it always works out fine.” you assured the tech operator.

The nearby camera footage was on Eric's computer and he started to scan the faces of everybody that came into view, looking for anyone that could be affiliated with the suspect you were watching. Eric was worried when it came to his sleeping time, and was even considering stocking up on energy drinks so he kept awake, but you forced him to sleep while you kept an eye on the cameras.

Word count: 318

"You don’t have to act like you’re okay." with Thomas “Mac” MacAllister (Strike Back)

WARNING: Mentions death of a partner, so again, if that triggers you in any way, skip this one.

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Today was a tough day, not just for you, but for McAllister as well. It had been a year since your fiancée and Mac's former partner was killed in action. Mac always worried about you since it happened, he would come over whenever he was in the country and he never left until he knew you were okay. You hadn't been the same since you lost him, he was your everything and even a year since it happened was the hardest you had been finding it.

You managed to find the energy to get out of bed, though you had barely had any sleep. Your appetite was far too low to even consider breakfast and you kept breaking down in tears whenever you moved around the house.

As you were watching TV, the door knocked. You didn't want to speak to anyone but you answered it anyway. Outside the door, Mac stands there and as soon as you opened it, he brought you close for a hug. You didn't speak at all during the long embrace, the emotions between you were high enough that words weren't needed. Eventually Mac broke off the hug and wiped the tears that had rolled down his cheek. “How're you doing today anyway?” he asked but immediately he lowered his head in regret, “Sorry, stupid question.”

“I'm doing fine, I guess. I think I've cried it all out, Mac.” you replied as you let him in and began walking to the kitchen to get you both a drink.

Handing him the bottle of beer, you stopped at the counter and leaned on it with your back to Mac, trying to fight back the tears. “You don’t have to act like you’re okay.” he told you. Mac got up off the chair and walked behind you and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, come here.”

He pulled you in for another tight hug, “I miss him, Mac. I want him back.” you sobbed into his shoulder.

“I know. I know. I miss him too.” Mac responded and you wrapped your arms even tighter around him. He kept you close to him until you were ready to break away and after you did, he stayed for hours just talking and reminiscing with you about the man you loved most in the world.

Word count: 388

"Sometimes I wonder if I’m really cut out for this line of work." with Mick Davies (Supernatural)

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“Why did you hesitate back there?” Mick yelled as you walked back into the British Men of Letters compound. You didn't reply, instead pretending to busy yourself with whatever was close to hand, in this case a file on Sam and Dean Winchester. “I asked you a question. Why did you --”

“Because I didn't want to do it!” you shouted as you slammed down the file on the table and Mick looked at you, “You want my honest opinion? I think what you do here is wrong, and I thought I would accept it over time but killing all these American hunters is wrong.”

Mick rounds his desk and stands opposite you, reaching out to your upper arms and strokes them, “I know this isn't easy, but it's Doctor Hess' orders demand that we take out every American hunter and their families without hesitation. The code de--”

“Screw the damn code, Mick.” you shot back and he went to grab his gun as a reflex action but backed it away and cupped your cheek and tried a different approach with you.

He reached out to cup your cheek and he softened his voice, “Where has all this come from? The other day you were quite willing to follow Hess' orders.”

“That was before I just killed someone who was only trying to help others by killing the monsters. The monsters that kids tell other kids to scare them. But one day they gonna find out they're real and one day those hunters are going to be needed to save those children, or when they grow older when one of those monsters haunt them in the night. They don't deserve to be killed.”

He wiped the stray tear that ran down your cheek with his finger before lifting your chin so your face met his.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m really cut out for this line of work.” you admitted. “I thought I was used to following Doctor Hess' orders but at Kendricks it was different. But I don't think I can do this any more, Mick.”

Mick tilted his head with a sympathetic look as you lowered your own, “You can't just leave. They'll kill you.” he reminded you and you looked back up to him. “I don't want to lose you.” the Brit confessed before he stroked your cheek with his hand and leaning forward for a kiss.

Word count: 407

"I’ll slaughter you in Mario Kart!" with Dennis “Asbo” Severs (The Smoke)

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You spent the day curled up on the sofa with Asbo watching endless movies and just enjoying each other's company. The evening was fast approaching and you were both a little fed up of watching films, “So, what do you fancy doing now then?” he wondered and you both started looking around the room for inspiration.

“I don't know, what do you think we should do?” was your response; you were never much good when it comes to making little decisions like that. Dennis kept looking around, his eyes drawing back to the DVDs on the shelf before he spots a game console in the corner of the room.

“We could play some games?” he suggested.

“Oh, yes!” you approved enthusiastically with a grin as you raised your hands in the air in an excited manner. “I’ll slaughter you in Mario Kart!”

Dennis chuckled as he dragged the console towards him and began setting it up. “No you won't.” he replied. “I always win.”

“Usually you do, but I've been practising.” you told him with a wry smile, “I'll bet you £10 I'll win the first race.”

He came back to the sofa and handed you one of the controllers, “You've never beaten me, why do you think you can now?”

“Do we have a deal?” you asked, holding out your hand for him to shake. Asbo smiled as he looked at you before looking down to your extended limb.

Taking it in his, he gave it a shake and nodded his head, “Right, first race £10 to the winner.” Dennis stated and you started the race. You were almost starting to regret your bet when he overtook you on a corner but you were determined to bounce back.

Word count: 294

I just want to take a moment to apologise for the lack of writing. I literally only have like 3 muses lately and no one really seems to care about them, so I don’t really post them either. But hopefully this post has helped get my muse back for other characters again. 

If you want to help with getting my muse back more, then send in some requests (preferably a mixture of characters). Info (including who I write for) to do that is here. Prompts are here. Masterlist of everything else I have done is here.

[marvel-wlw]

A Misunderstanding

Abby Sciuto x Reader

Requested by anon

Request: One where Abby is married and her significant other comes in to cover for Abby but Ziva doesn’t believe her and arrests the reader so poor sick Abby (with Burt in arms) has to come in to confirm that the reader is who she says she is. Which shocks everyone except Gibbs who was at the wedding

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from NCIS.

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A/N: I hope you like it anon! :D

“You need to rest, my love.” You kissed your wife on her forehead. Abby tried to get up but you gently pushed her back down. 

She sighed and held onto Bert the hippo. “You don’t have to cover for me, (Y/N).”

“I don’t mind, you need to rest and feel better.” You brushed some of her hair out of her face. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Abby had gotten sick and she couldn’t go into work. You were also a forensic scientist and one of the very few that Abby trusted with her lab. You would love to stay home and take care of your wife but NCIS needed a forensic scientist.

xxxxx

You were let into the building without a problem, you walked right to the elevator and pushed the button to take you to Abby’s lab. When the doors opened you were met with the one and only Ziva David. 

Ziva narrowed her eyes at you and then next thing you knew you were on the floor with your arms behind your back. You knew from what Abby has told you about her to not try and fight her. You wouldn’t even try anyway.

You were taken to an interrogation room where Ziva just glared at you as she walked around you. You knew the others were watching the interrogation. But you didn’t know where Gibbs was, he was the only one who knew about you and Abby getting married, he was at the wedding after all.

“I’ll ask you one last time, who the hell are you and where is Abby?!” Ziva slams her hands down on the table making you jump.

“I already told you.” You took a deep breath. “I’m Abby’s wife. She’s sick, I’m here to cover for her until she’s feeling better to come back to work.” You calmly told her.

Just before Ziva could say anything else to you the door opened and Gibbs walked in with Abby, she was holding Bert the hippo close to her chest. The fact that Abby had to come in while she should be at home resting angered you.

“Ziva let her go.” Abby walked over to your side to wait for Ziva to take the handcuffs off of you.

“But she-”

“Ziva David, you let my wife go.” Abby wasn’t in the mood for this. When Gibbs called to tell her what happened she was just about to fall asleep.

Once Ziva took the handcuffs off of you, you got up and wrapped your arms around Abby and kissed her forehead. You glared at Ziva. “If you would’ve just believed me, Abby would’ve still been at home resting.”

Two men suddenly came into the room, you could tell they were McGee and DiNozzo. They had shocked looks on their faces.

“So Abby does really have a wife...” McGee looks between you and Abby.

“Yes, now can Abby go back home to rest?” You were getting annoyed, all you wanted was for her to feel better.

Gibbs placed his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll take her back home, (Y/N).”

“Thanks, Gibbs.” You smiled at him. 

“Wait a second.” DiNozzo looks at Gibbs. “Why aren’t you shocked about this?”

“I was at the wedding.” He smirked.

You just chuckled. You raised your hand and cupped Abby’s cheek, running your thumb over her cheek. “I’ll be home soon, babe. I promise.”

“You better.” She nuzzled her face into your neck. “I need your cuddles.”

Gibbs guided Abby out of the room and down the hall. You couldn’t wait to get back home to be able to take care of her. Hopefully by the time you get home she’ll feel a little better.

“Is anyone else hurt that we weren’t invited to the wedding?” DiNozzo looks between Ziva and McGee.

Ziva rolled her eyes. “I don’t blame them for not inviting you, DiNozzo.” She smirks.

“You wound me.” He placed his hand over his heart.

You just laughed before walking out of the room and to Abby’s lab. It was definitely going to be interesting working with them.

[profiler-in-training]

Abby Just Knows

Request: Imagine Abby helping a depressed reader even though they both know that it won't get better immediately Requested by: Anon

“Y/n.” Abby stated, giving you her best “stern” stare. You sighed, giving up any urge to push her away any longer. She came to you, wrapping you up in her arms.

“I dunno what to do, Abs.”

“Don’t you worry, y/n. We’ll get through it together. I’m not going anywhere until your smiling bubbly little self is prancing through the office yet again.”

You chuckled, much to her relief. “I don’t know about prancing...but thank you.”

[multifandomfix]

Imagine going on your first date with Abby Sciuto.

Abby was beyond excited when she picked you up. You had to admit her enthusiasm was rather hard not to catch, but you still had your reservations about the date itself.

Abby had assured you a thousand times that it would be cool, and that you’d love it, but an oddities expo wasn’t exactly your usual type of first date.

Yet when you walked in to see a huge swath of vendors selling cute and creepy wares alike, you totally got why Abby loved it so much. You both spent the better part of the day there, and you came away with some wonderful goodies and a hell of a great experience.

“I didn’t scare you away, did I,” Abby asked, as the two of you left the convention center.

“Not in the slightest,” you replied, punctuating your sentence by leaving a kiss on her cheek.

Happy Valentine’s Day @borg-queer

Abby Sciuto: @esposamultifandom, @iciclesandsnow, @floresferae

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanon: Abby (NSIC) finds your self harm scars

Requested by anon

Triggers: Mentions of Self Harm and scars

- You would have been to engulfed in your work that you hadn’t noticed that your scars were showing

- But Abby would have noticed immediately

- She would debate on how to bring it up

- You would look over at her and catch her staring at them, so you would try to cover them without drawing to much attention

- “It’s okay y/n. You don’t have to hide them from me”

- She would approach you slowly and ask how old they were, and if you had hurt yourself recently

- You would confide in her, slowly opening up

- She would hug your tightly and rest her head on your shoulder

- “Anytime you ever need anything, anyone to talk to, please come to me okay?” “Okay” “Promise?” “I promise”

- If Abby was there anytime someone would question you about your mood drop or why you always cover your arms she would distract them

- She wouldn’t force you to talk about anything you didn’t want to and she would never make anyone force you to talk about it

- If you ever wanted to open up to the rest of the teams she would be right by your side while you did it

[dwaynepride]

Oh my gosh can you talk about what pet names all the ncis girls would use? NCIS and NOLA if you can.

i’ll always talk about petnames darling

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ellie bishop - her pet names are usually just shortened versions of usual pet names. hun, babe, sweet, stuff like that bc she’s Young and Hip. and she usually throws them around pretty easily, but you’ll notice they come up a lot when 1) she’s done something and doesn’t want you to get mad or 2) she wants something and she’s trying to act cute and sweet talk you. other than that, ellie throws out a pet name when she’s just in a rush and thinking too fast and it just kinda spills out. even if it’s at work. yes, it does get embarrassing.

hannah khoury - very sweet and very classy. shit like darling and my love and nobody else really says those kinds of things so EVERY time hannah calls you “my love”, you get blushy and she gets soft. pet names are normally reserved for home or other non-work areas. in public when it’s just you and her and the team isn’t around. and hannah ALWAYS says it with a smile on her face. never failing, always soft, always loving.

jack sloane - it’s kinda hard to pin down one specific pet name for jack. i feel like she alternates pet names depending on the mood and situation. sweetheart while at work. honey while at home. hun if y’all are out and about with the team. baby in the bedroom. jack is real good at reading others, but eventually, you get good a judging jack’s mood by which pet name she uses. whichever name she uses, though, it’s ALWAYS a sign of affection. jack never really uses your name unless it’s serious, or she’s just pissed at you.

loretta wade - her pet names are god tier. this lady will spit out names like “my dove” and “beloved” bc she’s classy like that, but then turn around and call you sweetheart. i reckon those god tier pet names are for you and you alone - heard only in private or over the phone because it’s something special and loretta’s hinges on special little things in a relationship. around others, it’s usually just your name; maybe sweetheart in a crunch. but when loretta says a pet name, she wants it to convey her love. because of this, it’s not thrown around all that much. just in the moments she feels is right.

abby sciuto - abby STRICTLY calls you by pet names. once that line from friend to lover is crossed, you’ll barely hear your own name grace her lips. and the pet names will be....unconventional. mainly just cutesy versions of your name that will progressively get more and more fluffy. abby just loves warping your name into something she can use to make you blush. and she will do it in front of others with 0 shame.

[specialagentlokitty]

Abby x reader

Abby x wheelchair!reader - Anon❤️

I have never done this before so if it’s bad please forgive me and forgive for it being really short, I wasn’t sure what to write since this is new to me

“Hey!” You beamed, rolling into Abby’s lab.

Spinning around, Abby squealed loudly, running over to hug you. Pracally falling into your lab as she did so.

“(Y/N)! Why are you here?!”

“Relax Abbs! I’m here because 1) I was sent here to work with you and 2) it’s lunch time.”

“Let me grab my coat!” She grinned.

You rolled your eyes at how hyper she was and made your way to the elevator to wait. Letting her catch up before you pressed the button and wheeled back.

“Can you help me?” You asked.

“Of course!” She smiled.

Abby took the handles on the back of your wheelchair, turning you around as she pulled you in. Then stepped to the side so you could still see her. The smile on her face reflected your own.

“Hey Abby?”

“Yeah?”

“I found this small cafe, like barely heard off but amazing food. Wanna go?”

“It’s a date.”

Laughing, you shook your head. Offering her a small smile as you looked down. A date? That was nice, you would like to go on a date with her.

As the elevator stopped, Abby let you get out before she begun to walk along side of you. Opening doors and scowling at anyone that got in your way.

“Here, just on the left.” You smiled.

Opening the door for you, she let you pick where to sit while she took a picture of the large menu board to look at. The pair of you sitting in silence as you chose your food.

“How’s the new job? Gibbs said the director put you in cyber crimes.” She said excitedly.

“It’s amazing! I love it! I have my own team and everything, there’s so much to see and do it always keeps me busy!” You grinned.

Abby grinned back, and the pair of you just stuck into the conversation. Abby collecting your food to save you from wheeling over and she even offered to push you back to the Naval yard so you didn’t hurt your hands

[quanticowrites]

Abby Knows (Abby Sciuto x Reader)

•• For anon ❤️ enjoy! ••

“(Y/n)!” You were concentrating on a particular picture of the crime scene. “(Y/n)!” You turned with anger bubbling up in the pit of your stomach.

“WHAT?!” You exclaimed. Abby blinked before sighing.

“Mood problems again?” You nodded as tears started to form in your eyes. She took off the goggles she'd been wearing and came over to you, putting her hands firmly on your shoulders. “You need help, (y/n). I know it seems like you have it handled but you NEED to see a specialist or something.” She stressed the word need with a shake of your shoulders. You took in a deep breath, trying to hold back more tears. You didn't want to admit you needed help, you didn't want to admit you're weak. “You’re not weak, (y/n).” You looked up at her with a crooked smile.

“How’d you know I was thinking that?” She shrugged.

“I'm Abby, I know these things.” She motioned toward the computer. “Now, how about we set you up with a specialist, huh?” She leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. “I'm sure they’ll help you get better.” You followed her over and watched her as she stayed to name of people and what their bio’s said. Truth be told, you weren't really paying attention anymore. Your eyes were fixated on Abby. How could you have ever ended up with an angel like her? She knew how to make you happy again in your time of need. You leaned your head on your hand and smiled. Abby would always be there for you, you wouldn't be able to get through this without her.

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