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.Mad Scientist 5: NCIS	By : keithcompany Category: M through R > NCIS Views: 5788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Abby, where is everyone?" the Director asked on entering the lab. The tech was sitting at a workbench, her face in her hands. She looked up suddenly when the other woman entered.
Jenny thought the young woman looked like she'd been crying. Where was Gibbs? He knows how to handle the girl better than I do, she thought to herself.
Then she gave herself a mental slap for thinking her people needed to be 'handled.' She stepped forward to talk to one of her responsibilities.
"What's wrong, Abby?" Jenny walked closer, but stopped when she realized that Abby was staring at her chest.
"Director Shepard! Your boobs!"
"Yes, they are," she replied frostily. "Some of us have them. I wasn't aware you were interested in them."
"No, no, it's just... they don't normally show. Not like that."
Jenny glanced down at her bosom, and the well-defined outline under the sweater. "I, uh, left my jacket in my office."
"Oh, that's it. You tend to hide them." Abby stood and started walking around her boss. Jenny felt like she was in a singles bar. "But you don't wear that bra too often, do you?"
"Abby, what is this about? What is your problem?"
The Goth leaned in to peer at Shepard's face. "You're not wearing as much makeup as you usually do, either. It makes you look a bit older, a bit tougher. Do you do that to be taken seriously by men, by the other agencies?"
Shepard raised a hand to her cheek. "It, uh, it's a concern. Some of the other authorities are quick to dismiss a woman, especially if she's attractive. Some, I think, feel threatened by the idea a woman can do a job like theirs. So, I guess, I started changing... Why in the hell are we having this conversation?"
But Abby was back to the breasts. "And yet, you wear this bra. It really accentuates your boobs. No one can confuse the fact that you're a woman, even if they're hidden under a coat. I mean, they stick out to here..."
"ABBY!" Jenny yelled. "That is QUITE enough! I'm trying to find Agent Gibbs or his team. Do you know where they are?"
"Oh, uh, yeah, Gibbs and Magee are with Ducky, getting autopsy results on that Marine." She had no idea, really, but the chances were good there was a dead Marine somewhere.
"Well, where's David? DiNozzo?"
"Oh, they had me working on this new thing." Abby gestured for the Director to follow and went to a machine in the corner. Jenny shook her head and followed.
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Jenny's first coherent thought after the buffeting was that it was cold. She'd lost her shoes and they weren't anywhere close. Where the hell was she, anyway? "Abby?! Where are..."
She had a thought of a gorilla, then something wrapped around her. There was a tugging upwards, and it was almost like she was flying.
Confused images went by, nothing her mind could grab hold of to make sense, then she was standing on a black surface. She staggered a bit, then got her sea legs.
"Are you okay, Director?" The voice was the gravelly voice of a feminine god thundering down. Jenny looked up into the billboard sized face of her lab technician. She backed quickly away. Just as she turned to run, though, she came up against a hand. The hand was almost as wide as she was tall. Now she knew where the gorilla thought came from. Glimpsing the hand, she'd thought of King Kong.
Instead, she was at the mercy of Goth Kong. Kongette. Christ, she thought to herself, this is not what I should be worried about. She turned back to the threatening head in the sky.
"What have you done to me, Abby?"
"I shrank you. It solves your problem, like I'm going to solve mine. You were too much woman for other men to handle. Now you're less woman. You're about 4 and a half inches tall."
"Great. If men could dismiss me as a woman, before, now they can completely ignore me as a leprechaun."
"Oh, that's right!" Abby enthused. A finger rose to stroke the short hair Shepard sported. "You're a redhead! They'll let you in the leprechaun union!"
Jenny brushed the finger away from her and stepped closer to the giantess. "I have a better idea, Miss Sciuto. You put me back! NOW!"
"Oh, I can't, not yet. I have to make sure you can have sex." The miniature manager was literally speechless at the comment. She stared up, mouth open, mind clear.
"Why...?" was all she could manage after a moment of searching for a reply. For her own part, Abby no longer knew the answer herself. She was in a spiraling cycle: shrink 'em, sex 'em, store 'em. That reminded her, she needed to feed and water the stored experiments some time soon.
But right now, she scooped up her latest captive in a warm, loving, inescapable grip.
"You know, Gibbs likes redheads," she told the struggling toy in her hand. "They remind him of his first wife. His real first wife, not the first wife he divorced. Arresting psychotic murderers reminds him of his second first wife. And his second second."
She stroked the tiny, kicking legs. "I like redheads, too. They remind me of my first dolly. Mrs. Virtue, my mom named her when she gave her to me." She pinched the skirt between to fingers and yanked it clear off.
"After a while, though, I changed her name to Ms. Statute of Limitations." The panty hose came off next, then the panties.
She shifted the dolly to her other hand, gripping it around the waist so she could get to the sweater. It came off easily enough, despite the wriggling and swearing.
When the swearing started to get personal, she smacked it on the ass. "Careful, Dolly," she warned it. "No one's pulled your string, yet."
She had to spank the toy once more, to get it to relax in her palm. Finally she was able to lick and, well, toy with the toy. But she wasn't getting the response she wanted. It just lay there, whimpering.
Squeezing the boobs and spreading the legs didn't help. She licked, sucked, toyed and nibbled gently at the toy, but it wouldn't go off.
"What's wrong, Ms. SoL?" she asked, caressing her toy gently. She rolled it face down and pet it from shoulder to thigh. The whimpering died down. She was starting to think she'd managed to reset her toy, when it shot her a look.
She was amazed at the hate and anger in the face in her palm. Then the little thing ducked down, putting her face into the webbing between her fingers and bit.
"Ouch!" She dropped her toy down to the workbench. It scurried off to the back, behind her monitor, while she sucked at the wound.
"Oh, you're going to get it, Dolly!" she said through clenched teeth. Abby slowly moved around the bench, trying to see exactly where it was hiding.
"Abby!" She spun to face Gibbs at the door. He was standing just inside the doorway, a strange look on his face.
"Hey, Gibbs. What's going on?"
"That's what I need you to tell me, Abs." He stepped stiffly towards her. She moved gently to her machine in the corner.
"Be careful, Jethro!" Dolly shouted from the middle of the bench. Gibbs glanced briefly at her, then kept his eyes locked on Abby. The anger in his eyes hurt Abby like little else could.
"You need to stop this, Abby," he said.
"But, I'm not done yet!" she pointed out. She stood in front of her machine, groping for the shrink ray.
"What are you doing, Abby?" he asked. "When will you be done?"
"Um, soon." Her brain was a buzz of voices. She couldn't sort them out, not and talk to him at the same time. She brought the ray up, pointing it at one of her favorite people in the world. "Don't come any closer, Gibbs!"
"You won't hurt me, Abby."
The very thought cleared her mind. "Oh, it doesn't hurt, Gibbs," she said, matter-of-factly. "Really. I wouldn't do that to people." Then she took aim and pulled the trigger.
Nothing happened.
"I had them secure power to the lab's receptacles," he said, matter-of-factly. "Your machine's off."
"Oh." She dropped the ray and turned to her base unit. Sure enough, the power light was off. "You shouldn't have done that, Gibbs."
"Why not?"
"The quantum matrix. That's where I was storing the excess mass of everyone I shrank."
"Are you telling us...?" the Director started to ask. Abby turned slowly to frown down at the little woman.
"Yep. You're permanently shrunk."
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.Mad Scientist 5: NCIS