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lyl_devilTitle: The Lab and the Lab Tech(Willow/NCIS)
Series: Connections #36
Author: Lyl (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 029: Heartache
Words: 1023
Summary: Musings and a quiet 'chat'.
~!~
“Abby?”
Willow took a cautious step into the lab area, wondering what she would find. Stories had been floating around all day about how various people were dealing with Kate's death, and Abby had been at the top of everyone's lists.
Having someone shooting at you didn't help the situation.
Willow knew she was probably right up there with Abby in the 'taking it badly' category, but she still wasn't up to her uncle's level of angst. She'd never seen him act like this before, and it had her slightly scared. He was so much more intense and dark than she was use to, and Willow wasn't sure how to deal with that; how to deal with him.
“Hey, Willow,” called out Abby, prompting Willow to venture further into the lab. Her shadow moved with, sticking as close to the threshold as he could manage. Willow didn't even bother rolling her eyes any more, because Agent Balboa seemed immune. He'd been tasked with keeping an eye on her, and that's exactly what he would do until Uncle Jethro told him he could stop.
Willow was still slightly amazed at how NCIS was dealing with the current situation. The new director was trying to push the investigation away from Ari, much to the frustration of many of the field agents. So they were doing their best to track down other leads for other potential suspects, running interference with the director, leaving her uncle to do what he did best – catch the bad guy. Willow wondered if the new director realized what was going on, but doubted it. From what Willow had seen and heard, Director Shepard was too busy trying to prove herself to others outside the agency, that she was already starting to alienate the people inside NCIS.
Willow's personal thoughts were that if Director Shepard had started off her term by defending and supporting her people instead of telling them they were wrong, she would find her future much less bumpy.
But Willow was just a lowly summer intern, the lowest rung on the ladder, and her opinions didn't matter at all.
“What are you doing?” Willow asked, turning to see Abby seated at her desk.
“Just putting my report together,” said Abby, keeping her back to Willow.
Willow pulled over the closest rolling chair and sat down, glad that Agent Balboa had enough sense to fall back to the lab entrance. The illusion of privacy was almost as good as the real thing right now.
“No you're not,” countered Willow, glancing at the blank screen.
“I just-”
Willow rolled her chair closer, putting a hand on Abby's shoulder. She could feel the slight trembling beneath her hand, and squeezed in what she hoped was a comforting manner. Dealing with other people's grief was never easy for Willow, as she never knew what to say to make them feel better. One thing she'd picked up from the Buffy/Angel trauma was that sometimes keeping quiet was the best way to help someone else.
Silence filled the lab.
“I got this for Kate – for her birthday,” Abby said at last, turning slightly so Willow could see the black and silver chain in her hands. “I was going to drag her out to one of my favourite clubs – show her how to party.”
“She would have loved it,” Willow said quietly, knowing it was true. Despite what she may have said, Kate was always up for trying something new, and she could never resist Abby when Abby put her mind to something.
Willow let the silence return for a time, dutifully ignoring the shimmering of tears in Abby's eyes.
“She was going to teach me how to fight,” Willow said unexpectedly. She hadn't even told her uncle about Kate's offer, or that she was seriously considering taking her up on it. “She said that every woman should know how to 'kick them in the balls and run for help'.”
Willow felt her own fragile hold on her emotions slip and her vision began to blur. No one had taken the time to teach her to defend herself before, which taken in context with her life in Sunnydale, seemed like a horrible oversight. The number of times when it would have been beneficial to know how to get away from attackers always made Willow shake her head in bafflement. Kate had only known her a few months, but she'd apparently decided that Willow should know how to defend herself, or at least get away from an attacker to get help.
It wasn't often that she was put in the position where she had to defend herself, usually knowing that Buffy and the others would be out looking for her if she went missing. But the rest of the world didn't work like Sunnydale. People weren't going to try and kidnap her for some plot involving the Slayer. In the rest of the world, there were people – many people, she was learning – who grabbed others just so they could hurt them.
A lot of them weren't found until it was too late.
Kate had offered her a chance to take control of her safety – her life – and Willow had been surprised by how eager she was to learn.
“Kate's a great teacher,” said Abby, a genuine smile curving her black lips, but only for a second. “Was a great teacher.”
“We'll find him,” Willow told her, surprised at the conviction in her voice. “Uncle Jethro will find him.”
“I don't doubt it,” added Abby, finally meeting Willow's eyes. Willow knew her own emotions were reflected back in Abby's eyes – the faith that Gibbs would find Ari and bring him to justice.
Before Willow could try and say anything more, her little used cell phone rang, startling her and Abby by its sudden shrillness.
She was surprised to hear Xander's voice on the other end of the line, as she figure he'd still be sleeping off her late night call from the night/morning before. What he said next surprised her even more.
“What do you mean 'you're at the airport'?”
END
Series: Connections #36
Author: Lyl (
lyl_devil)Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt – 029: Heartache
Words: 1023
Summary: Musings and a quiet 'chat'.
~!~
“Abby?”
Willow took a cautious step into the lab area, wondering what she would find. Stories had been floating around all day about how various people were dealing with Kate's death, and Abby had been at the top of everyone's lists.
Having someone shooting at you didn't help the situation.
Willow knew she was probably right up there with Abby in the 'taking it badly' category, but she still wasn't up to her uncle's level of angst. She'd never seen him act like this before, and it had her slightly scared. He was so much more intense and dark than she was use to, and Willow wasn't sure how to deal with that; how to deal with him.
“Hey, Willow,” called out Abby, prompting Willow to venture further into the lab. Her shadow moved with, sticking as close to the threshold as he could manage. Willow didn't even bother rolling her eyes any more, because Agent Balboa seemed immune. He'd been tasked with keeping an eye on her, and that's exactly what he would do until Uncle Jethro told him he could stop.
Willow was still slightly amazed at how NCIS was dealing with the current situation. The new director was trying to push the investigation away from Ari, much to the frustration of many of the field agents. So they were doing their best to track down other leads for other potential suspects, running interference with the director, leaving her uncle to do what he did best – catch the bad guy. Willow wondered if the new director realized what was going on, but doubted it. From what Willow had seen and heard, Director Shepard was too busy trying to prove herself to others outside the agency, that she was already starting to alienate the people inside NCIS.
Willow's personal thoughts were that if Director Shepard had started off her term by defending and supporting her people instead of telling them they were wrong, she would find her future much less bumpy.
But Willow was just a lowly summer intern, the lowest rung on the ladder, and her opinions didn't matter at all.
“What are you doing?” Willow asked, turning to see Abby seated at her desk.
“Just putting my report together,” said Abby, keeping her back to Willow.
Willow pulled over the closest rolling chair and sat down, glad that Agent Balboa had enough sense to fall back to the lab entrance. The illusion of privacy was almost as good as the real thing right now.
“No you're not,” countered Willow, glancing at the blank screen.
“I just-”
Willow rolled her chair closer, putting a hand on Abby's shoulder. She could feel the slight trembling beneath her hand, and squeezed in what she hoped was a comforting manner. Dealing with other people's grief was never easy for Willow, as she never knew what to say to make them feel better. One thing she'd picked up from the Buffy/Angel trauma was that sometimes keeping quiet was the best way to help someone else.
Silence filled the lab.
“I got this for Kate – for her birthday,” Abby said at last, turning slightly so Willow could see the black and silver chain in her hands. “I was going to drag her out to one of my favourite clubs – show her how to party.”
“She would have loved it,” Willow said quietly, knowing it was true. Despite what she may have said, Kate was always up for trying something new, and she could never resist Abby when Abby put her mind to something.
Willow let the silence return for a time, dutifully ignoring the shimmering of tears in Abby's eyes.
“She was going to teach me how to fight,” Willow said unexpectedly. She hadn't even told her uncle about Kate's offer, or that she was seriously considering taking her up on it. “She said that every woman should know how to 'kick them in the balls and run for help'.”
Willow felt her own fragile hold on her emotions slip and her vision began to blur. No one had taken the time to teach her to defend herself before, which taken in context with her life in Sunnydale, seemed like a horrible oversight. The number of times when it would have been beneficial to know how to get away from attackers always made Willow shake her head in bafflement. Kate had only known her a few months, but she'd apparently decided that Willow should know how to defend herself, or at least get away from an attacker to get help.
It wasn't often that she was put in the position where she had to defend herself, usually knowing that Buffy and the others would be out looking for her if she went missing. But the rest of the world didn't work like Sunnydale. People weren't going to try and kidnap her for some plot involving the Slayer. In the rest of the world, there were people – many people, she was learning – who grabbed others just so they could hurt them.
A lot of them weren't found until it was too late.
Kate had offered her a chance to take control of her safety – her life – and Willow had been surprised by how eager she was to learn.
“Kate's a great teacher,” said Abby, a genuine smile curving her black lips, but only for a second. “Was a great teacher.”
“We'll find him,” Willow told her, surprised at the conviction in her voice. “Uncle Jethro will find him.”
“I don't doubt it,” added Abby, finally meeting Willow's eyes. Willow knew her own emotions were reflected back in Abby's eyes – the faith that Gibbs would find Ari and bring him to justice.
Before Willow could try and say anything more, her little used cell phone rang, startling her and Abby by its sudden shrillness.
She was surprised to hear Xander's voice on the other end of the line, as she figure he'd still be sleeping off her late night call from the night/morning before. What he said next surprised her even more.
“What do you mean 'you're at the airport'?”
END
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Date: 2008-04-17 10:53 pm (UTC)Hopefully, I'll get the next part written in the next few days, because surprisingly, sitting on your butt all day really isn't productive to writing. (for me, anyways). :)