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.NCIS: Abby's Big Adventure	By : keithcompany Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 2985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes: Another story inspired by the NCIS episode where Abby wants to be smaller (first effort: http://tv.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600091146). She stays sane in this one, though. Sort of. It's also part of my greater Featherstone cycle, and a sequel to   NCIS: Scales of Justice (http://tv.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=544203324).
This story is a part of a world of several stories that center on the mad scientist character of Featherstone, his victims or his disciples. Its location in the Featherstone cycle is can be seen on the Map at: http://elephanticity.250x.com/size/feather.htm
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The door to Abby’s lab almost didn’t open fast enough. Special Agent Gibbs strode through it, missing the sliding panel by less than an inch, already barking orders. “No one knows about this. Say nothing on the phone, nothing by email, nothing by semaphore. You don’t talk to anyone about it without my clearance. You and my team are all that know about this. I wanna know who, I wanna know how, everything about it! Got me?”
“Yeah, Gibbs,” came her automatic answer, “But what is the ‘it’ we’re talking about?” But he had already spun around and left the room. Left behind in his wake, Magee stood at the door, holding a box. A very strong sensation of déjà vu struck her right then, and she slowly held her hands out for the box.
'Please be okay, please be okay,' she prayed silently. She lifted the lid and looked down to see...
"A ray gun?" she shouted, then turned to face Magee. "A ray gun?"
"What were you expecting?" he asked.
"This is just like the day they brought Kate into the lab. I thought you had Tony or Ziva in here," she explained. She kept talking as she took the gun to her workbench. "I was hoping it was Tony. He helped me torment Kate, and I think he deserves to be on the other end."
"That, uh, I didn't think," Magee commented, following Abby across the lab, "that it was all that funny."
"Because you blamed yourself," Abby figured. "Now, what is this?"
"A guard at a Naval Air Station found what he thought was a woman in a secure area. When he challenged her, she ducked behind a table. Then he says an albino spider monkey ran to the ventilation and disappeared. They searched the room, the whole building, and didn't find either suspicious primate."
"An albino spider monkey?" she asked, staring at the agent.
"We're thinking a woman, possibly of Featherstone's acquaintance, shrank herself to get in, and then shrank to get out," he explained.
"Okay," she accepted, turning to the gun. "So what's this?"
"She left it behind. Gibbs wants to know if it's shrink technology, and if it's the same tech that Featherstone used."
"Ah!" She began calling up files on her computer screen. "Well, that'll be tough to say. According to some of my friends at OSI and the FBI-"
"You have friends at the FBI?" he asked. She fixed him with a stony glare.
"I have friends....everywhere, Special Agent Magee," Abby intoned in a low voice. "It's part of my world domination plan." He took an involuntary step backwards. She burst into giggles. "C'mon, Tim, get real. I just know people.
"Anyway," she turned back to her keyboard, "he kept tinkering with his tech the whole time. I mean, I can look for certain fingerprints in the tech, and the software, but I can't be sure I can give Gibbs a conclusive answer."
"Well, Abs, whatever answer you can give Gibbs, he'll appreciate."
"He will, won't he," Abby agreed with a smile.
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Director Shepard was at Gibbs' desk when he returned.
"What?" he asked.
"You have Tony and Ziva searching for the suspect shrinker at NAS Norfolk," she said.
"Yep. Problem with that?"
"They're an efficient team. They're likely to succeed," she said slowly.
"That's their job." He waited impatiently at her elbow until she got out of his chair.
"That'll put both of them in a good position to seize untold amounts of size technology."
"Are you going someplace with this, Director?" He sat down and sorted through some files on his desk.
"I'm wondering if Agent David is the best choice of your team members for this particular assignment, Jethro."
"I think Agent David's the best choice on the Eastern Seaboard to complete this assignment, Jenny. And if you're worried about them getting shrunk, remember that Agent Todd was the one that actually shot Featherstone, and she was 8 inches tall at the time. Ziva'll climb up this woman's pant leg and put a scissor hold on her-"
"I'm not worried about the arrest," Shepard said quickly. "It's the tech. What will David do with the tech?" She relaxed, a small bit. Her anxiety was out in the open, for better or worse.
"With all due respect, if it's her loyalties you're worried about, Director, you shouldn't have put her in the field. She is in the field, she's on my team, and I have every confidence she knows how to fill out an inventory correctly." He looked up at her with a 'you're still here?' question in his eyes. She nodded and walked away stiffly.
"If it's any consolation," he called after her, "I'm sure Ziva won't give anything to Mossad...." After a beat, he finished, "...that she doesn’t give us, too." Jenny froze, but didn't turn around before resuming walking away.
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"I am not riding in your jacket," Ziva declared. Tony looked at her sharply as he held the door for her. She walked into the building, still talking. "I've heard the story about your armpit. It's not as cozy as you'd like to think."
"Well, if the worst should happen, and you get shrunk," he said with a smile, "you can decide if you want to walk or to be carried. It's, what, about 500 feet out to the car? Across the staging area? And all the nice, warm asphalt on this nice, sunny day?"
She held the next door for him. "You think that my being shrunk is the worst that could happen?"
"Well," he replied, "if anything really bad should happen, I'm perfectly willing to ride in your..." He glanced up and down her body, taking in the short skirt and short sleeved shirt. "Well, Ziva, I'll ride anywhere you like, if it comes to that."
Outside the commandant's office, Ziva stood on tiptoe to whisper in the direction of his ear: "I'll send you to the Navy Yard by USP."
"It's UPS, Ziva. And they have offices in Israel, so I know you mistook THAT one on purpose." She smiled and they went in to interview the guard force.
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Abby braced herself, breathing deeply and pumping her arms. When she was ready, and just as the next song started on her stereo, she took off running, in bounds great and small. She leaped, bounced and danced around for a while, braids swinging wildly from her head. The back and forth was stuttered, in differently sized, but exquisitely precise jumps.
Then she stepped back to see the result. The computer monitor rose high over her head, with the text of her message half completed. She didn't see any spelling errors and pumped a fist in the air.
"YES! Never mind touch typist," she said, tapping a boot on the desktop, "I should have taken tap-typing lessons in school." She mumbled as she reread the message, composing the next part in her head. Then she looked down at the keyboard.
"Okay, I need to hit the shift and G, a short hop off the G to the I, then stutter step on the B..."
"ABBY!" a shout thundered from above. "What the HELL have you done?"
"Gibbs!" she whined, putting about seven syllables in the name, "I was going to send you an e-mail!"
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"Well, it's confirmed," Gibbs said, stalking back into the bullpen. He placed a 40-ounce soda cup down on his desk and sank into his chair.
Magee crossed over to stand in front of him. "What, that it's shrink tech or that it's Featherstone's?"
The lid of the Caff-Pow cup popped off as Abby bounced into sight. "BOTH!" she said happily. Tim staggered back from the desk.
The shrunken woman nearly tipped the cup over as she tried to crawl out of it. Gibbs grabbed it and held it steady, at an angle, while she slid out and down to his blotter. She thanked him then started to walk curiously around the surface. She was just a bit taller than the cup, about eleven inches or so.
"Boss," Magee started to say, "this is all my fault. I should never have left her-"
"Shut up, Magee," Gibbs said, eyes on his tiny guest. She was measuring the buttons on the phone, each wider across than her entire fist.
"But if I'd been there, I might have stopped the accident!"
"Magee," Gibbs' gaze rose to meet his subordinate's eyes. "This was no accident."
"It... wasn’t? Who did this to her?"
"Oh, I did it," Abby admitted, looking up from the telephone. "I figured out it was definitely an advanced generation of Featherstone's work, the reversible kind, and I always wanted to know what it was like to be this size."
"Oh, Boss, I should never-"
"Magee, stop blaming yourself," Gibbs interrupted again, "you did nothing wrong. Except, maybe, assume you were working with a grown woman."
"HA!" Abby laughed as she wrestled a pen out of the cup of writing instruments. "Grown woman. And I'm all shrunk right now. Good one."
"It wasn't a joke, Abby," he said, voice low. The tone set Magee scurrying back to his own desk, anticipating a Gibbs-style demand for status.
"I know that, Gibbs," she replied, turning to look up into his gaze. "That's what makes it so funny!" She walked to where his hand rested and knelt to stroke it. "I'll be fine, really. The OSI brain team does this stuff all the time."
"Until you're restored," he pointed out, "you're in really big danger. All the time. From mundane stuff!"
"You'll protect me," she said. The little tech tugged on his thumb until he turned his hand over. She sat down on his palm and he automatically cupped her gently. "I'm in good hands, I know it. And I..."
"What?" he asked, after she was quiet for a bit. He leaned down close when she started talking softly.
"It's Kate. She was this small. She's the only person I know who was.   Being this small, even if only for a day, it's like she's back again, you know?" Small tears were forming in her eyes as she looked soulfully up at him.
"Abs, I..." Gibbs paused, looking deep into the tiny face that was quivering beneath him. One finger reached out to touch the cheek, to stroke the braid of hair. She tilted her head to press against him.
He didn't know what to say. Wait, yes he did. "You think I'm that stupid? _You_ wanted to play Lilliput and be a Goth Barbie! You probably didn't even think of Kate until I started to lecture you."
"Guilty!" she said gleefully, then hopped down and ran across his desk to his keyboard. "Hey, Tim!" she shouted, "time my typing! I wanna know if my foot GWAM is anything like my finger GWAM."
"Not an ounce of shame," Gibbs muttered. "TIM! What's the word on NAS?"
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"But if she has a shrink ray, Agent DiNozzo," the Marine Lieutenant said skeptically, "then she could walk through our cordon by being the size of an ant, and no one'll know." He continued driving the SUV slowly along the perimeter.
"That's true, sir," Tony replied. "But if she's that small, she's going to have to walk for days to get off of the facility." He was looking out his window at the landing strip they were driving along. "She may not have that kind of time. Also, the gun she left behind may have been her only shrink ray. She may be trapped at the size she was last seen."
"The spider monkey size," Ziva pointed out, eyes sweeping the field.   The Mossad liaison had laughed out loud at the fruit-baited 'monkey traps' some of the guards had set, hoping to catch the intruder.
"We have a better chance of success identifying her escape vehicle," Tony went on. "She obviously didn't plan to walk, monkey-sized, to her hotel in Virginia Beach or across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge."
"Well, if she's very well prepared at all-" The LT was interrupted by his cell phone. A few short words were exchanged and he hung up. Before he did, though, he was turning the vehicle around and racing towards the gate.
"It seems," he told the agents, "that at the motel nearest the gate for the D&S piers, one of their tenants walked in last night, naked and asking for a second room key."
"Her description?" Tony asked.
"Like a tall spider monkey," the officer replied with a grin.
As the pair moved to their own car to investigate the motel, Ziva asked quietly: "DNS? Department of Naval....something?"
"D and S," Tony corrected her, "Destroyer and Submarine piers." He pointed to the south and west. "Way, way, way over on that side of the base. I bet her naked tootsies were sore after that walk."
"And you're going to offer to kiss them better?"
"Please. If she's a friend of the psycho that shrank Kate, I'd probably enjoy shooting them off of her much more."
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Marine jurisdiction didn't extend to the civilian sector, even in Norfolk. Tony made a quick judgment that alerting the local LEO's would take too long to explain, so they went straight to the motel. They did call to update to Gibbs, though.
"Hello, Gibbs' desk! How can I help you, sir or ma'am?"
"Abby? Is that you?"
"Ziva! How's things out in the big, big, big world?"
"Abby, why are you answering Gibbs' phone?" She made eye contact with Tony, who just shrugged while driving through the gate. "And what's wrong with your voice?"
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm just a little.... I'm just little! So, how're you?"
"Abby, is Gibbs there?"
"Hang on, I'll put you on speaker. OOF! Your speaker button sticks, Gibbs."
"I've never had a problem with it Abs."
"'Cause you're so strong!"
"Shut up, or I'll put you in a shoebox until the OSI guy gets here."
"Gibbs," Ziva asked slowly, "why is the OSI coming there?"
"Because they're real buzzkills!" Abby replied. Then she squeaked and Ziva couldn't hear her anymore.
"Gibbs?"
"Go ahead, Ziva, we're alone...enough," Gibbs assured her. Ziva shook her head, trying not to imagine her boss shoving the tech into a shoebox.
"We're going to 'The Hot Rack,' a motel..."
"Right outside the D&S piers." There was a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "You got a lead or you guys packing it in for the night?"
"A lead, sir. A naked woman was seen at the motel a few hours after the possibly naked possibly shrunken woman was seen in the area."
"Do the guards think she was naked in the controlled area?"
"No, sir, one has pretty well convinced himself that she was in a jumpsuit."
"Well, if she had the means to grow herself back to normal, then why..."
"Why didn't she grow her clothes back? We were hoping to ask her."
"You were, maybe," Gibbs said with a smile she could hear. "Tony's hoping she's still naked."
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After hanging up, Gibbs spun his chair to his lower drawer. When he opened it, Abby looked up with a scowl. Hands on her hips, she cocked her head and pursed her lips.
"You locked me in a DRAWER!" she accused.
"Guilty!" he said gleefully. Across the bullpen, Magee snorted at his imitation of the tiny technician.
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