.Mad Scientist 5: NCIS | By : keithcompany Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 5788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
More disclaimer: NCIS and the characters of the TV show belong to CBS. I do not own them, nor am I making any profit from this fanfic.
Author's Note: The character of Abigail Sciuto on NCIS was dating a very short man. The actor playing that character died, and they wrote him off the show. True to form for the show, they didn't just shuffle him out of sight or forget him, they had his character break up with Abby, claiming she was too tall for him. She was more than a little broken for most of that episode. I watched that show while trying to come up with a fifth story line for my 'mad scientist porn' series. I always thought Abby would make a great mad scientist, thus this effort.
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Abby had almost convinced herself she was over Marty. She had convinced Gibbs. And Ziva. The whole team was glad to have her back to her happy, whimsical Goth self.
But inside, she was still torn up. Marty had been such a perfect match, she was shocked when he broke up with her. Especially the reason!
She was too big for him. What the hell, she thought. She was just as tall as she'd been when he'd first asked her out. For that matter, she made a point of wearing heels the same size as she'd had on when they met.
Abby had suspected he had a bit of a giantess fetish. Or at least "big-woman" would be on his list of turn-ons. "I like sunsets, romantic movies and long walks down her stocking-covered legs," she muttered.
But no, he said he wanted someone more 'his size.' Someone he didn't have to bend so far back to see.
"Some bullet casings from the scene, Abby," Magee announced. She shook off her introspection to sign for the evidence. The agent paused, sensing her mood. Maybe not the cause, but he seemed to know something was up.
"Tim, would you..." She paused. "When we dated, was I... Would you ever have said I was too much woman for you?"
She could see him taking the question seriously. He always did, but she knew he knew something about her break up with Marty. "No, not too much woman. I think our areas of interest overlapped too much, and we're too competitive. But you're perfectly woman. I mean, you're not too woman. I mean..."
"Thanks, Tim," she said. He shut up, smiled and walked out. He paused at the door and turned back.
"Of course, if you were, there's no way you could ever become less woman. Except by shrinking, maybe." She laughed, he smiled again, and he was gone.
She laughed once more as she took the shells to the workbench. Shrinking. "Lol!" she muttered. Then paused.
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As a federal agency forensic technician, she had access to almost every government database. Those she didn't have legal access to, she had friends or friends of friends in the right places. All she had to do was assure them it was part of an ongoing investigation and they hooked her up.
She didn't even have to make up any details of the phony investigation, just claim it was sensitive and she didn't want to compromise it. Soon she was spending all her free time surfing records of the most provocative research, charting the very edge of human creativity, and connecting experiments between researchers who had never even heard of each other.
Abigail Sciuto invented the shrink ray. Mostly it was by stealing whole parts of other's work, but she was the one to put it all together...literally.
She was going to make herself small for her love. He'd never have to look up to her again. It was going to mean that she could never give Gibbs a surprise hug again, but on the other hand, she could ride her stuffed hippo! And the whole world was going to become a new place to explore!
But first she had to test it.
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Tony was in a wonderful mood as he went to the lab. Abby'd been a bit off form for a while, but that was probably due to the break up. Peterson had hurt her bad, worse than he'd seen her since he joined NCIS. And that included a boyfriend who'd stabbed her.
Still, she was keeping up with her work. He paused for a second, wondering if she was using work as a surrogate? That just didn't seem like Abby, though, he decided. It was what Gibbs'd do, not Abs.
Smile firmly back in place, he strode through the sliding door. There was a large contraption he didn't recognize in the corner, a metallic box with a number of blinking lights. A huge cable twisted out of one end, leading over to the middle of the lab.
There, Abby stood, holding what looked like an 80's era video camera attached to the cable.
"Hey, Abs, what's up?" he asked.
"Tony, do you love me?" she asked. Deep inside, that part of him that sounded a General Alarm at the 'L' word freaked. But this was Abby. She deserved better than his usual glib remarks.
"I love you like a sister, Abby, you know that." He made eye contact and set his body language for sincerity.
"So, you'd help me get Marty back?" Oh, god, he thought. The kid's still stuck on that worthless idiot. Maybe he'd tell Gibbs were the man worked. They could stuff the guy in a coffee can and throw it into traffic.
"Abby," he said softly, "any guy that would hurt you doesn't deserve you. But if that's really what you want, I'll help you." She smiled and pointed the camera at him.
"Ah, you're going to show him what you could be dating? He'll die of jealous-" Something hit him like a freight train. He flew through the air, twisting and rolling. Long after he should have hit the far wall, he was still in midair. Then he rolled to a stop.
When he could see straight, he shook each limb to make sure nothing was broken. Then he looked up to see what Abby had hit him with.
The tech loomed over him with a strange expression. He looked up at her. "What did you do, Abs?" Then he noticed just how high he was looking up at her.
A good detective no matter how much he joked around, he was quick to note that everything in the lab was twice as big as it ever had been. Everything but him. He judged that he was about three feet tall.
"Abby, what's going on here?"
"You're helping me get back with Marty," she said, carefully placing the camera thing on a shelf. She turned back to him and walked over. He backed away slowly.
"Am I supposed to be a Marty replacement?" he asked.
"I had to test my shrink ray. I want to be two inches shorter than him, so he never has to look up at me to see my face." She quickened her pace and grabbed him in the armpits.
Before he could do more than squeak in indignation, she swept him up on top of a table. "Now, we just need to make sure you're in working order." With a yank, she pulled his pants down to his knees.
"Wait, wait, wait," he cried, "there's a chance that thing put me out of working order?"
"A small chance," she assured him. His boxers followed his pants, then she lifted him over her shoulder to take everything off.
Too late, he started to kick. "Oh, relax, you big baby," Abby said. She emphasized the order by slapping him on the ass. He squawked but settled down.
She placed him back on his feet, then stripped the rest of him bare. The room was cold, but her grip was warm. And he was getting a wonderful look down her shirt. Despite the conditions, he found himself growing aroused at being manhandled by a giant woman.
"Oh, Tony," she purred. The evidence of his reaction was clear before her. "Let's see, that's half what it was, so your original length was..." She started to do the calculation in her head.
"It was none of your business," he said. "It still isn't. Put me back."
"Aw, Tony," she said, "I still have to make sure there was no neurological affect." One hand drifted up to his thigh. He slapped it away, but the other one grabbed his ass while he was distracted.
"Abby, I'm not kidding. Put me down."
"You're so cute, though. You look just like Marty. So small, so perfect, so portable..."
"Abby? Do you hear me?"
She lifted him off the table and into a loving embrace. He tried to fight her off, but he was hindered. He could never really hurt Abby. Even in self defense, it just wasn't in him to harm a hair on her head. Not out of any great love for the crazy woman, right now. But because if he did, Gibbs would throw HIM into traffic.
Conflicted, he halfheartedly resisted the kiss. As he had suspected, though, Abby was an accomplished kisser. The mouth parted and made an invitation. Well, it would be rude not to respond.
So he kissed back. Their tongues touched and slid over each other, her hot breath covering his entire face. Her hands were warm where they rested on his butt and back and her chest was...
Her chest was huge. Remembering where he was, three feet off the ground, he broke away.
"Abby!"
"BASTARD!" she shouted. "You never should have hurt me, Marty!"
"Abby, I'm TONY! Remember? Big brother type, lots of laughs?" But she'd ever so slightly snapped like a dry twig in a sudden thunderstorm. Holding a naked man half her size, she was inexorably taken to the place of her latest dreams. Marty's arms.
She threw him down on the floor and stepped over him. "Too much woman for you, huh? Maybe you're just not enough man for me! Ever think of that?"
He tried to crawl away as she knelt over him, but she just yanked him back. Squeezed between her knees, he was helpless as she lifted her skirt.
Tony had slept with a lot of women, and he'd made many, many women angry, but this was his first anger fuck.
She held him down by one shoulder and guided his cock into her with the other hand. Then she bore down and started riding him.
"Blow me off, huh?" she'd mutter, or "Too much for you?" He grit his teeth and held her thighs. For the life of him, Tony couldn't figure if he did or didn't want to be rescued right then. He was afraid of Abby right now, but he was even more afraid of what Tim or Ziva would say, or what Gibbs would do.
The hot pussy plunged up and down his length as the mad woman muttered above him. Then she leaned over and shouted "Do It!" in his face.
"I got no idea what Marty is supposed to do, now, but I'll take a guess," he said, reaching for her breasts. She had no bra on, so he could scoop them free of her shirt.
It seemed to be the right move. She smiled and stroked his hair as he squeezed and pulled lightly at her nipples. He tried to lean up and suck on them, but she held him down firmly.
With a high screech, she finished. Her pussy squeezed tight on his cock and he came, too. She lifted herself slightly to let his cock free, then stroked his chest gently.
"Thanks, Tony, I needed that."
"Oh, I'm Tony, now? Thanks a lot, Tiffany."
"Who's Tiffany?" she asked.
"Never mind," he said. "Can I get up, now?"
"Oh, sure," she said, shaking off her distracted mood. She stood, straightened her shirt and skirt, and offered him a hand up.
"Now, Abs, is that thing reversible?"
"Yeah, sure," she told him.
"Then fire it up, and raise me up. And I promise, I won't tell anyone about...this."
"Oh. That's right. You can't tell anyone. Not until I'm finished."
"I won't," he promised again.
"No, you can't. Can't. I can't let you." She pounced and wrestled him to the floor again. A pair of zip ties immobilized his hands and feet, then she carried him into her office.
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