from touchme_not

INSTRUCTIONS
01. Beg me to ask you questions.
02. If I can be bothered, I'll respond with five questions.
03. If you can be bothered, you will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
04. Include this explanation and an offer to interrogate someone else in the post.
05. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.


I haven't forgotten about you.  And neither has Drew.  The lab has been really crazy for the last few months, but I still have the great Technology God looking for your answer. 

Anyway, on to the questions.

99. bananas

So I get this package from Mom and Dad.  Anytime they send me anything I get pretty excited because it's usually something from home and keeps me from being too homesick. 

So can you imagine my horror when I found
?

I couldn't imagine what my mother was thinking about when she picked these things out for me.  I mean, this is something that a friend gives you as a joke. 

Well, I sent her an email and in a round about way asked if she really thought it was appropriate to send her daughter something like this. 

She wrote back and couldn't understand why I was so shocked.  She said she wanted to send me something useful and something fun. 

She also sent me an address of where I can see more of these things. 

Of course I waited till I got home.  I wasn't about to open a webpage like that at the lab. 

So I clicked the address, and when I finally was able to open my eyes, I realized just what they were for.

Bananas.

What Your Sleeping Position Says

You have a passion for everything - including sleeping. Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well. You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers. You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situations.

I do not hog the covers.

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Why does everyone think Gibbs is so complicated.  I mean come on.  He's really not you know. 

I know him like I know the back of my hand. 

No really I do.

Sometimes I think If I had been born sooner or him later, we could have had something really hot.  You know what I mean? 

Anyway, people take his meaness too much to heart.  They should realize that is just a front he puts on for the world. 

The Gibbs I know is sweet, caring and totally handsome.  He just seems to know when I can use a hug or more importantly another Caf-Pow.  He never disappoints me on either one.

One of those days...
I knew it was one of those days the morning I got in and found I had an assistant.

Chip...Chipster...Chiperony.....the thorn in my side. I didn't like him at all. From the moment I laid my eyes on that idiot I knew he was trouble. But it didn't matter. I was ordered to work with him. Can you imagine what that was like? He called me Ma'am for goodness sake.....no one calls me Ma'am. And he didn't bother bringing me any Caf-pow. Now what kind of assistant is that? He was useless. I was always following behind him, cleaning up his messes.

Okay, so maybe they weren't messes but I didn't like the guy. Have I said that?

Shesh. So, when I got in that morning. I really blew a diode. I went to Gibbs and everyone else to try to get Chipper out of my lab, but to no avail. I was told to deal with him. Why couldn't they have just left me alone in my own little world to do my work. I never needed help before. What did I do to make them think I needed one? Didn't I get everything done in a timely manner.

Well, it was a good day when I had him on the floor, taped up. Squealing like the pig he was. Serves all of them right when they thought I was in danger. I should have made them look for me. But all I wanted to hear was that I could once again work alone without an assistant.

Muse: Abby (NCIS)

This had not been the road trip she had planned. 

Abby sat sullenly at the side of the road pouting as she looked at the smoking hood of her rented car, thinking quietly of everything that had gone wrong from the beginning. 

At first, everything seemed to have gone as planned.  She had packed the night before then set off as the sun was barely rising so she would miss heavy traffic.

That should have been the first clue that things were going to go downhill.  She had found herself in gridlock for two hours.  She hadn't known about the suddenly and supposedly important road work that had been planned for the route she had planned. 

So she sat in the car, moving only inches at a time.  She played music loud and smiled at other irritated drivers until she finally reached the end of the construction.  Once free of traffic, she floored the car and began to speed down the interstate, looking for the exit that would take her out of the mainstream and into the back roads where she was sure she would enjoyed the scenery. 

Apparently the police behind her, didn't appreciate her sudden newfound excitement and promptly pulled her over for speeding.  She tried to smile and joke with the officer as he sullenly wrote her a ticket, but he wasn't in the mood for being happy.  So she took the ticket and drove off, slower and more careful. 

Then there was the pothole that forced her to stop and change a rear tire.  She hadn't thought it was that deep or that jagged, but her tire said otherwise.  It took her another thirty minutes with other cars flying past her at high rates of speed before she finally replaced the tire and was once again on her way. 

After an hour, she thought she was in the clear.  The roads were empty and she was sure that she was going to be able to make up time as she picked up speed, sure that there were not police officers anywhere in this secluded spot. 

Then it happened.  The engine light came on and was followed by a horrible clanging sound.  She screamed over the music playing in disgust.  Carefully she pulled over and hit the Onstar button, telling the polite and too perky operator her problem.  The light and happy voice told her they had her location and would send help as soon as humanly possible....and then added that Abby should continue to have a nice day.

So here she sat, pouting that her well planned trip had been spoiled.  She fumed as she picked up a blade of grass and began tying it into knots as she waited for the rescue crew to find her. 

As she silently griped, a movement caught her eye. Slowly she turned her head and found herself staring at a doe with two small fawns close.  A smile played over her lips as one of the small animals made it's way toward her carefully.  She didn't move as the damp, tiny nose touched her her own nose. 

Finally, the mother snorted, causing the baby to return to her side.  Abby watched as the two fawns disappeared into the brush. The adult deer looked Abby in the eye and for a moment the woman thought the animal had nodded to her then ran to join her children.

Suddenly Abby thought this road trip wasn't so bad after all.

Abby Scuito
NCIS
Word Count: 578

mood: excited tags: weekly topic.

Okay, so my name is Abby.  Well it's really Abigail but I like people to just call me Abby.  

I'm a forensic expert and work with NCIS. That's with the military you know.  

Well you can't miss me in a crowd.  I'm pretty tall and I wear really high platform boots.  I dress goth just because I like the stares it gives me.  I have an addiction to Caf-Pow and need at least three huge glasses of it every day in order to function properly at work.  

I'm not attached to anyone romatically but like a good roll in the hay...and if you have to ask what that means, don't bother asking. 

I have a coffin for a bed and a squishy hippo at work named Bert that farts when you squeeze him. 

That's about it. 

mood: anxious tags: muse_playground

I will be placing this muse on prompt only come November 1st.

Between now and that date, I will try to finish any rp that might be going on, replies and comments.

So, that's it.


"
"Official NaNoWriMo 2006 Participant"

tags: announcement

Once Abby got off the computer with Sage, she paced back and forth, sometimes crying and sometimes cursing this man who hurt the girl.  She all but had a confession that Sage had killed her molestor and captor and she knew that she would have to handle this very carefully in order to protect her new friend.  Since the man had taken Sage across State lines, she knew that Drew would be able to help her clear the child.  

Finally she wiped away her tears and sat down, composing herself.  She quickly dialed the phone and waited for Drew to answer, wondering what she would say and how he would react. 

mood: aggravated tags: drew, rp, sage

Would Someone like To Explain this to me?

Explain Revenge and how it helps anyone. Can anyone explain it?

I try to understand how taking revenge on someone that you seem to think has wronged you, but I can't see how it can help in the long run.

Here's an extreme example. A gang member gets shot. The other members of that gang goes out and finds the person or people that shot their member and shoots them. Then of course it starts a never-ending chain of revenge killing until the streets are not even safe for a baby to walk to school by themselves for fearing that stray bullet.

Or how about this. A woman finds her husband or boyfriend is cheating on them. She apparently feels it okay for her to turn around and cheat on him for revenge. What does that do really? It makes them both mad, hurt and probably not want to be with each other.

Then there are those people that feel they are constantly bullied. Every once in a while one of them will snap, sneak a gun on campus or into the workplace and take out their revenge on those that they believe have done them wrong.

And don't even get me started on wars. I can go on forever about how I feel about any war, not just the one we are in now.

Revenge hurts people. There's no other way to say it. People are injured or killed because someone wants revenge for a perceived wrongdoing.

So can anyone actually explain the virtues of revenge?
I'm waiting.

Abby Scuito

Navy: NCIS

Word Count: 267

mood: aggravated tags: weekly topic.

Has it only been  a year?  It seems like it has been an eternity, a lifetime since that horrible Day.  

It was the day they tried to break our Spirit and failed. 

I wasn't even there that night.  I was home, safe in my bed but I was watching the news that night.  I couldn't help myself.  I had to see what was happening.  I remember tears suddenly falling down my face as through the next days and weeks I saw the horrible conditions they were living in.  I shuddered at the reports of people, normally law abiding people having to resort to looting to get simple things like food and water simply just to survive. 

My heart broke over and over at each child's dirty face that was shown, crying out of fear or want for their parents.  And the old people...those precious keepers of our history.  The ones I would spend hours just listening to their stories of the past, what happened to them?  Some were found and save and others were...(shudders).  I'd like to think that those that didn't make it, now watch over the city, blessing it with their love and their knowledge.  

They tried to break our Spirit that day.  The Storm called Katrina, FEMA, criminals, and many others.  They tried to crush the spirit that is my city.  

But they failed.  

New Orleans still has it's Spirit .  It wasn't broken and it never will be. 

Abby Sciuto
NCIS
Word Count: 242

mood: accomplished tags: weekly topic.

 Takes place the morning after this. 

After they had slept for a couple of hours, Abby had woke up and watched Nigel deep in slumber.  She gently stroked his chest and arms, bringing a soft smile to his lips.  

He had woke up and they had made slow and gentle love before heading to the shower.  The moment the water began falling on them, again their bodies took control and they had another rough and hard lovemaking round.  Finally, breathless and totally exhausted, they had dried off and made it back to the dining area where Abby had warmed up the food and they ate in silence, simply looking at each other with smiles and blushes.  

They ended up just sitting in each others embrace on the sofa, talking about the past and clearing up some misunderstandings.

Just as daylight filtered through the windows, Nigel hugged Abby tightly and promised to see her again before she left to go home.  He kissed her deeply then grabbed the fedora and his helmet and left so that he could run by his place and change before he had to go back to the morgue.  

Abby sat on the sofa for a while then got up and changed the sheets on Xanders bed.  She knew he didn't expect that from her, but she didn't think she could sit still until he got back.  

Once the bedsheets were changed, she started clearing the table just as she heard Xander coming in.

location: Xander's apartment mood: chipper tags: nc-17, nigel

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Didn't he like put firecrackers in his beard and light them to scare off his enemies? 

Very cool. 

mood: amused tags: meme

Hey Nige

I'm writing to let you know I'm going to be in Boston for a few days. Xander has invited me to visit and I can't possibly come that close and at least not ask if we could maybe meet and have a talk.  

I've been thinking alot about you, and the fun we had before you left.  

I'm not good with just writing notes. You know that. 

What I'm trying to say, is we left alot of things unsaid.  I'd like to just have a chance to sit and discuss some things.  

Give me a call if it's okay to drop by while I'm in Boston. Promise it can be in public and I won't hurt you. (that is unless you beg me too.----just kidding) 

Abby.

mood: anxious tags: nigel

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"So, you're a cannibal."

You Were a Little Naughty This Year!

While you're not likely to greet Santa with sucker punch... He's still not too jolly about coming to your house. You might get a small token from Mr. Claus Like some detox pills for your liver.

tags: meme