hada_purpura

A Skin Like Pauley Perrette's - Hada's Honey Log (1/?)

Mon, 21 Dec 2009 04:50:22 GMT

Hi! My internet name is Hadapurpura, I'm 22 years old, and I absolutely envy Pauley Perrette for looking soo good now that she's 40. Her skin looks alabaster and flawless, only with a line of expression here and there, and I want that for me. The fact that she can pull off being a goth character who can get people to consider her in her "late twenties" says a lot.

My skin is mixed: oily in parts and very dry in some other parts. I have mild, but widespread acne. I have: Blackheads, whiteheads, sebaceous filaments, clogged pores, small zits and some painful non inflamed acne. I also have scars and redness.

I've always taken orange juice with honey because I'm a singer, and it keeps my throat ready for the concert. But only recently I read about the use of honey for skin care, so I decided to try it to see if it works as a treatment for acne, if it only works as a complement for acne treatments, or if it doesn't work at all -, what other effects -positive or negative - it may have, and how does it work for my skin in general. The other parts of my regimen? Drinking as much water as is recommended and applying sunscreen to my skin everyday.

Ingredients: Honey (simple, normal honey, not cosmetic products based on it), water, SPF 30 non- comedogenic sunscreen.

Way of use:

Honey: Use it as a body wash when you shower. Apply it from head to toe, hair and lips included. Then, leave it for a couple of minutes, and then rinse. Since you're wet, it's much easier to apply.

Sunscreen: After you get dressed, apply it over every exposed area of you skin, about 20 minutes before you go out.

Water: Drink 8 glasses of water spread troughout the day.

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Day 1: After the honey, I felt pretty... clean. Like a citizen of the streets when s/he takes his/her first shower in years. I figure I'll have to make this part of my daily routine from now on just for this. My acne got somewhat worse, or at least more evident. It also started being pretty itchy around the problematic areas. But the overall texture of my skin got smoother and I felt refreshed. I also ended up smelling like honey, which is a desirable side effect. My lips got slightly less chapped. My hair was less oily, but not too much improvement. I also felt nauseous due to the water. DO NOT eat too much sugar when you're adapting to higher quantities of water. I really, really needed to lay down and rest, and I was feeling dizzy.

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Week 1: Still more acne is appearing - little acne -, but the painful, non-inflamed acne is gone and only one big bump appeared on my back, but it was painless, so I take it as an improvement. It still feels itchy when I apply the honey, but less than before. My skin is decidedly smooth and silky now - It used to be mixed. The oily parts are still a little bit oily, but more subdued. I've gotten people commenting on how pretty my skin looks and how nice it feels. Also, I tend to be pretty lazy and sleepy but now I feel awake and active after I take my baths with honey. My body's getting used to drinking water, because I don't feel as nauseous as before and I feel fresher inside. I've started not to crave sugar quite as much as I used to (I still crave it, just not as much) and I've started diminishing the amounts of Coca-Cola I drink because of it.

I'm still on: Wish me luck! And if someone wants to join me in this quest :) and share your own experiences, you're more than welcome to do so!

Gabby: The Misunderstood Ship

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 00:24:56 GMT

Title: Gabby: The Misunderstood Relationship
Fandom: NCIS, or Navy CIS
Pairing: Gibbs/Abby
Spoilers: Up to and including season 7

Gabby: The Misunderstood Ship

If there’s something canon in NCIS, it’s that Gibbs and Abby are prettydamnclose. Too close to be just co-workers or boss/employee, maybe even to be “just friends”. Very few people disagree with that, and it’s a relationship most people like. He’s her knight in shinning armour, she’s the woman who has stayed the longest in his life and hasn’t betrayed/divorced/left him or died. They’re the most physically affectionate pair of people on NCIS and to boot, Abby has expressed that she loves Gibbs in more than one occasion, and Gibbs has expressed to Abby that he loves her (albeit non-verbally) in three occasions:

So, why’s that the ship is so controversial? Why are some people so radically against it?

The main argument is “That’s incest!” “It would be gross!” “Ew!” “They’re totally father/daughter!” Of course, it’s not only the ship that gets bashed, but the fans as well. If Gabby’s creepy, Gabby shippers are creepy. And the saddest thing is, this isn’t limited to the random troll in any given forum: A lot of fans do it, journalists as well – even blogs dedicated to the creepiness of Gabby. I’ts not only disrespect, but sponsored disrespect.

So here I’m writing my point of view, a shipper’s point of view about the reasons for said rejection, and about why Gabby is a viable ship and not as “gross” or “creepy” as most people would think. If you’re of the ones who automatically go “ew” and “ugh!” when Gabby’s mentioned, take your time to read this and judge for yourself before you do it. These are the reasons and my replies:

1. The age difference – Gibbs is so much older than her!

First of all, they’re both adults in possession of all their mental faculties and capable of consent. If they got together, there would be no felony or crime. Besides, Abby has said “Dating older men is a sign of maturity”, which indicates she has no problem with age difference (she has dated her 65 years-old biology professor). Gibbs hasn’t said he’s for it, but hasn’t said he’s against it, either. On the other hand, they’re far from being the only May/December ship here. For example, did you know that Tony’s currently 38-39 years old, and Ziva is 26-27 years old? That means their age difference is between 11 and 13 years.

"Dude! We were like, not even born in the same decade!"

A slightly higher age difference is there between Gibbs and Tony, which is the most popular slash pairing, which means there’s a huge age difference between Gibbs and Ziva. It’s also been established that Tony is considered like a son to Gibbs, and he’s “the closest thing to a father” Ziva has – both ships have a considerable following. And one of the most universally liked ships is Ducky/Jordan. There’s no way he isn’t at the very least 20 years older than her.

2. Ok. But still: They’re a work family, and Gibbs is the father of that family.

Tony, Ziva, McGee and Abby (and Kate, when she was alive) are like siblings who interact as such, Gibbs would be everyone’s father and Ducky would be grandpa. Palmer could be considered a cousin, I guess. Going by this argument, every ship between the main characters would be inappropriate and gross. Tiva, Tate, Gabby, McAbby, Tibbs, Giva, McGiva, McAte, McNozzo, Kibbs, McGibbs, etc… they would all be tainted by the sacred nature of the “work family” and really, lack of ships would make the show kinda dull now, wouldn’t it?

3. It’s INCEST! Abby could as well be Kelly!

But she's not. As great as it would be if Kelly was alive and all, Abby’s older than Kelly would be right now, and even if she wasn’t older even by a minute, Abby =/= Kelly. She’s her own person, really.

4. It’s still INCEST! Gibbs and Abby are father and daughter!

There’s no DNA test or adoption papers that say so, or at least admittance from Gibbs’ and/or Abby’s part of this fact so until that happens, no, they aren’t. In fact, they aren’t related in any way that we know of. Some people may laugh at this but trust me, I’ve read this exact argument more than once.

5. What I meant is, Gibbs and Abby are like father and daughter. The idea of them being in a romantic relationship is creepy.

As opposed to the idea of a man in his fifties replacing his dead 8 year-old daughter with an adult woman in pigtails and treating her as if she was his infant child, which isn’t disturbing or anything.

Basically, the reasoning here is that even if they don’t have a biological or legal bond that makes them be father and daughter, their perception of each other is that they are, so any romantic potential between them would be considered as “spiritual/moral incest”. This is also confirmed by the fact that their interactions are platonic and friendly.

First: Sex isn’t the only component of a romantic relationship, romantic feelings or the mere potential for those. Being cute or friendly or trusting of one another and being attracted to each other aren’t mutually exclusive (in fact, everyday couples of “best friends” get involved/married and live happy lives together).

Second: Their interactions haven’t been completely platonic:

(Notice she's wearing his pajamas)

They feel comfortable flirting, violating each other’s personal space, and generally being intimate and bonding in ways that aren’t very fatherly (or in ways that are fatherly if your child is 5 years old or younger).

"Awww! My baby's all grown up!"

You can tell he really appreciates Abby’s costume. He even missed it this year (“No costume this year, Abbs?” – Gibbs to Abby, Code Of Conduct). No father would look at, or behave towards his daughter like that.

Miley Cyrus and Billy Ray beg to differ, though.

And think about it: Hypothetically speaking, wouldn’t it make you uncomfortable, or at least a little uneasy, to watch a woman in a miniskirt, BDSM looking chokers and pigtails draped all over your boyfriend like this?

Would you buy it if he said “Don’t worry honey, she’s like a daughter/friend/sister/niece to me”? Or if said woman was your girlfriend, wouldn’t you feel uncomfortable? Would you buy it if she said “Oh, he’s like a father/friend/brother/uncle to me”?

I know. They’ve both had romantic relationships during the course of the show. But McGee was a probie seeking approval from Gibbs at that time, Abby’s other boyfriends didn’t get to know Gibbs (save for Mikel Mawher, who met him in unsavoury circumstances), and Lt. Col. Mann… well, she was too busy “investing” in Gibbs for her romantic future.

Yep, she probably thought investing with Bernie Madoff was a great idea as well.

I don’t know about you, but even if I believed my boyfriend, it’d be too much for me to put up with. Also, what’s creepier? A pair of people who are sexually attracted to each other and also have family-like moments, or a pair of people in a father/daughter relationship (surrogate or not) who also flirt and have romantic moments?

All of this is to say just one thing: It’s important to be respectful and open-minded of the various kinds of ships and points of views out there, as well as to be careful and analytical before judging something. Just because you don't like something, doesn't mean it's wrong.

Links: This is Driftingatdusk's wonderful essay, Unlikely Aphrodisiacs - Sawdust And Gunpowder

Pie And Sauce

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 03:13:31 GMT

A little sweetness to celebrate Thanksgiving, or the coming of Christmas:

Gabby Fanart

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:20:17 GMT

Here are three Gabby banners I've just made:

My first Gabby banners!

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 02:11:48 GMT

So I've just discovered GIMP and the art of doing, well, fanart. These are my very first banners - very basic of course, but made with love ;) :

I do love my music ;) .

NCIS and Gabby Lolz part II

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 22:29:42 GMT

I've been on a Lol high lately ;), it's weird:

And this last one is kinda OT, and just MVHO:

Lol Gabby!

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:36:10 GMT

Gabby and NCIS Lolz and captions, they-re the closest thing to fanart I can make, I hope you like it. Here they are:

And for those who call us Gabby shippers creepy:

Gabby Fanfic - In The Deep, Chapter Three

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 19:31:02 GMT

Chapter Three: You're Not Like This. You Trust People.

Pairing: Gibbs/Abby (a.k.a. Gabby)
Rating: T
Genre: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: None
Summary: A very unexpected birthday gift for one Abigail Sciuto
Disclaimer: Neither NCIS nor the characters belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn’t.
A/N: Thanks a lot to Chirugal for being my Beta!
Link to other chapters: 1 2

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Meanwhile, Tony and Ziva were at Zuiker Janitorial Services, talking to the manager of the rather small company.

“Good morning, here we are again. We hope we’re not bothering you much.”

“No problem! We’ve been working together for years; it’s always a pleasure to do business with you.”

“I’m afraid that ‘pleasure’ is about to end,” replied Ziva.

“How so?”

“Remember your employee?” Tony inquired. “The one who attacked one of our people with a knife? Turns out his name isn’t James Turner, but Jules Greenberg. Didn’t you, you know, check his identity before you hired him?”

“Or did you have anything to do with the incident?”

“Me? No, never! I’d never bite the hand that feeds me!”

“But you would let anyone who feels like it do it…”

“It’s not like that! Look, I’m sorry. I know it was my fault that I didn’t check him out, but I had no bad intentions at all. I just hired him because a friend of mine asked me very specifically to do so, and I owed him a favour. I never thought I was doing anything wrong, I just thought I was making it even with my friend, and helping out someone in need in the process.”

“And does that ‘friend’ have a name, or an address?”

“Are you gonna accuse him of something?”

“Would you prefer we accuse you instead?”

“OK. His name is Gregory Bellman, and this is his address,” the manager said, giving Tony a piece of paper. “I hope this little misunderstanding doesn’t put an end to our business relationship,” he added, smiling nervously. Tony and Ziva just looked at each other.

“Consider yourself lucky if you don’t end up in jail,” Tony replied, and the two agents left.

“It’s incredible.” Ziva muttered once they were inside the car. “So many controls and secret passwords for someone to get inside the headquarters, and we let in anyone with a janitor uniform and a mop.”

--- ooo ---

At the hospital, Abby was bored and tired. She had tried to sleep the night before, but to no avail. There was nothing worse for her than having nothing to do except wait, especially when her life was hanging from a thread. Ducky had just arrived, and she already felt uncomfortable. As rare as it was, she didn’t know what to say at that moment, so the first ten minutes were spent in silence, until the doctor decided to start the conversation.

“You look like you really need to rest, Abby.”

“I do.”

“Did you sleep at all last night, by any chance?”

“I tried, but I couldn’t. Without my caffeine fix I tend to get uneasy.”

“We both know that’s not the problem,” Ducky said. Abby just nodded in agreement. “You’ve been so quiet and stoic since the attack… you look more and more like Ziva with each passing second. You’re not like this. You trust people. You’re open with your feelings…”

“And look where that took me. I had a great childhood,” she added. “Sure, I went through stuff like everybody, but nothing traumatic. It’s easy to be open and trusting when your life has been relatively easy.”

“Don’t let any of this kill your spirit. Don’t stop being the happy, open girl we all know and love.”

“I’ll go back to normal, I guess, but it will take time. It’s still three months before I take the test… it’s too long.”

“Yeah, it is.” Ducky agreed. “Gibbs cares about you a lot.”

“I know,” Abby replied, and smiled sadly.

“You’ll see. He will never leave you alone, and once you get back to your job, time will pass a lot faster.”

“My job… That, that’s another issue entirely…”

--- ooo ---

“I say we should go to the hospital and visit Abby.”

“Gibbs said no one was allowed but him and Ducky, McNurse.”

“I don’t understand! We are her friends, she could use our support. Even when Gibbs lost his memory, he could receive visits.”

“That’s because Director Sheppard used her influences back then,” Ziva interjected on the other side of the line, “but we don’t have that now. I seriously doubt Vance would help us with this, and wait a minute… since when are we the ones who have to convince you to just trust Gibbs and follow the rules?”

“What rules? Do we really know if the hospital doesn’t allow visitors? How come she’s still there, for starters? How do we know it’s not just something Gibbs said to keep us out of the loop?”

“You don’t,” replied Gibbs, who was standing behind him. “You’ll have to trust me. You got anything on Hollis or the janitor?”

McGee was dying from the embarrassment, but said goodbye to his colleagues, hung up the phone and went straight to business. “Jules Greenberg is from Manassas Park, VA and lived there with his family until a month ago, when they moved to D.C. No unusual movements on his bank account, but on his wife’s there was a large sum of money deposited last month, and an equal amount this morning. The owner of the janitorial company he worked for, Herbert Zuiker, said he hired him a month ago because a friend of his called Gregory Bellman asked him to do it as a favour.”

“I guess he didn’t do it out of charity or a sense of humanity.”

“I don’t know his motives yet, but he drew out of his bank account the same sum that was deposited on Greenberg’s wife’s one. Tony and Ziva are bringing him in right now. I’d say that’s our guy.”

Gibbs was going to say something, but their conversation was interrupted by Vance, who was wearing a somber face.

“Gibbs, come to my office. We need to talk.” His voice didn’t sound mad, but it did sound serious. Definitely not like it would be good news.

McGee watched his boss leave, and as soon as he went to resume his work, the elevator door opened.

“Tony, Ziva! I knew you were supposed to bring Bellman, but who’s the woman with you? Is she a person of interest I didn’t know about?”

“Actually, we met her at the entrance. She said she needed to talk to someone in the bullpen.”

He looked at the woman: she was blond and pretty, but her features revealed the tough life she had to live. She was sobbing, so her voice didn’t come out easily when she spoke. Nonetheless, he could understand her perfectly:

“Hello, my name is Anne Greenberg. I’m looking for my husband.”

NCIS FIC: BLACK, RED AND GREEN PEBBLE

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:14:45 GMT

BLACK, RED AND GREEN PEBBLE

Pairing: Gibbs/Abby
Rating: FR-13
Genre: Romance
Spoilers: None
Summary: Gibbs doesn’t always think before he acts.
Disclaimer: Neither NCIS nor the characters belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn’t.
Update or new fic: New fic

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After a nice dinner, Gibbs came back home with his new girlfriend. Never a man to give up, he was decided - as always - to try a new relationship. This one was an attractive, mature, burgundy haired woman he met at his favourite bar. The owner of a little bookstore, she had nothing to do with cops, navy, marines… not even with computers. In theory she was perfect for him, so even though he wasn’t that much into her yet, he thought he wouldn’t lose anything by giving it a try – as always.

However, something was nagging him. It wasn’t just the memory of his late wife and daughter; he knew they would want him not to be alone, to have someone by his side and be happy. No, it was something else. Something that kept popping up in the back of his head, something that pressed his heart and made him uneasy, like a pebble in his shoe (a black, green and red pebble, he decided for some reason).

As soon as they entered the house, he headed directly to the basement. Then, he felt a hand grabbing his arm and stopped.

“Wait! You’re not going to sand the boat again, are you? How many dates do we have, and we haven’t gotten past a goodnight kiss, huh? As much as I appreciate your chivalry, we’re not in high school anymore. Let’s try something different.”

“And what do you suggest?” Gibbs asked in return.

“Well, we could go upstairs with that bottle of bourbon of yours and have a fun time, for example,” she answered, stating the obvious.

‘D’uh! How much of a fool can I be?’ He wondered silently, while taking her hand and guiding her to his bedroom with a smirk on his face.

His bedroom wasn’t exactly a love nest: It was neat, but also frugal and devoid of any decorative or at least welcoming element. It was what the woman would imagine a monk’s room would look like. Nevertheless, she shrugged it off, blaming his recent lack of female company for that. She would take care of that issue with time but as of now, she would keep it to herself. “Nice place. Minimalist,” she said, taking off her jacket.

“Glad you like it.”

“So,” she started, pinning him against the wall and unbuttoning his shirt. “What about less talk and more action?”

She kissed him, and he kissed back. But the damn pebble was still there, bothering him more than ever, keeping him from getting completely immersed in the moment. He kept his eyes open - this resembled very much a dream he frequently had since many years ago -, but went with the flow and started unbuttoning her shirt as well. Soon, the kisses got more intense and her lips travelled through his chest. In exchange, his hands caressed her up and down her torso, settling in her waist. She was good: His body was responding, even if his mind was otherwise occupied.

“Hhhhmmmm Jethro,” she moaned. “You taste sooo good!”

“Oh, Abbs!”

“Well, I’ve been working on them…”

Too late.

His eyes went wide open all over again. She hadn’t noticed his faux pas, but he had. In his mind, he wasn’t stepping on a pebble anymore: It turned into a rose of crimson red petals and green thorns that punctured his now bare foot, and made his heart sting and bleed as well. The more he tried to fight it, the more he crushed it. And as he did so, more and more petals turned black, their redness being replaced by that of the blood coming out of his wounds. Just as he was killing his rose, it was killing him back.

That was the second part of his dream; the part that usually happened whenever he went out with somebody, but he hadn’t figured out its meaning until now. The woman was going on with her ministrations, and he felt a sudden wave of disgust running through his body. Gibbs couldn’t keep going. He couldn’t take it anymore, so he pushed her away. “I’m sorry. This isn’t gonna work”.

“B- but, what happened? Everything was going so well…”

“I can’t, don’t ask me why. I just… can’t”.

“Do you have any problem? Like, a medical problem? Because if that’s what it is, there are…”

“No no no, I’m fine in that aspect. It’s something else that I can’t explain right now. Look, I think it’s better for you to go home. It was nice to meet you, but the two of us, we aren’t meant to be.”

She looked at him, flabbergasted. “Are you for real?” He didn’t answer back, but his look said it all. “Unbelievable!” She shouted, shaking her head, grabbed her jacket and left.

As soon as Gibbs heard the door being shut he made a phone call, took a shower and changed clothes. He wanted to take any traces of foreign scent off or else it would drive him crazy, and not in a good way. Just when he finished, he heard footsteps on the first floor. When he got to the living room, he was received by a full-body hug. “Gibbs!”

“Hi, Abby”

“Hi! Sorry it took me so long to get here. I was at this party – the music was great by the way, it could be heard from the other side of the street - so I kinda drank a little bit too much and it took me forever to find a cab…”

She stopped her rambling. Gibbs just looked at her, wearing an honest smile.

“I’m sorry about you two breaking up,” said Abby.

“No, you’re not”.

“You can read minds, I knew it!” She complained and pouted.

“I’m just good at reading faces, that’s completely different”.

“Oookay. She’s weird, sorta clingy. And you didn’t seem to be much happier, so I didn’t like her very much”.

He simply raised an eyebrow. “You never do”.

“Oohh!” She exclaimed in mock indignation, “You never like the guys I date either…”

“Alright, you got me”.

The two of them looked at each other, trying to figure out what to do next. There was no point in trying to conceal what was written in their eyes.

Finally, Abby climbed up on Gibbs, shocking him. “Ohhh, Gibbs!”

He steadied himself and sat on the couch so they both could be more comfortable. “Ohhh, Abbs!” Gibbs whispered in her ear, while his fingers played with her pigtailed hair. She rested her head on his shoulder and stared at him, expectant. Her green eyes pierced him, but it didn’t hurt anymore. “Stay with me tonight. We have a lot to talk about”.

“Yes, we do”.

Gibbs sighed and laughed a little with relief. “What are we gonna do with each other?”

Next thing they knew, they were kissing tenderly at first, then more and more passionately, but with no rush. She was sitting on his lap and her embrace was smothering, but he had never felt so free before in his life.

THE END

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A/N: I know this is the oldest idea in the history of fanfiction, but the plot bunny was chasing me everywhere!

Gabby Fanfic - In The Deep, Chapter Two

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 15:54:51 GMT

Chapter Two: What Does Your Gut Tell You?

Pairing: Gibbs/Abby (a.k.a. Gabby)
Rating: T
Genre: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: None
Summary: A very unexpected birthday gift for one Abigail Sciuto
Disclaimer: Neither NCIS nor the characters belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn’t.
A/N: Thanks a lot to Chirugal for being my Beta!
Link to other chapters: 1

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“Who knows about this?” Gibbs asked, once he regained some composure.

“Besides us? Just the Director – and Abby, of course,” Ducky replied.

“No one else needs to know. Not even Palmer. This must be kept a secret.”

Ducky nodded in agreement. “However,” he added, “wouldn’t that be exposing the team to the virus?”

“No, it wouldn’t. They know better than to touch evidence or go to a crime scene without their gloves on, and that’s what Abby’s lab is right now,” answered Gibbs, then wondered, his voice threatening to break, “…Is there a chance that Abby can get out of this without infection?”

The two men looked at each other. “She will have to wait for three months before taking the test. Until then, we won’t know. But Jethro, don’t get your hopes up.” Ducky warned, seeing Gibbs pleading with his eyes, willing to hang on to even the smallest thread of hope his old friend could offer. “Keep in mind that the knife remained stabbed in her hand until she got here, and that’s quite a long time.” Gibbs looked down; he understood.

Right then his cell phone rang. “Gibbs?”

“Hey Boss, it’s me, Tony. How’s Abby doing?”

“She’s… under observation right now. No visitors allowed, except for Ducky and me. You got something for me?”

“The janitor didn’t wanna talk. Not even Ziva could force a word out of his mouth. We took his prints and we’re running them through AFIS, but no luck as of now. According to his employer, his name is James Turner, but the address he gave us turned out to be false, so it wouldn’t be strange if his name was false as well.”

“The guy was hired. His real name is Jules Greenberg.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just… do.” ‘Ducky told me they found him on a hospital database where’s he’s been treated for AIDS’ was definitely not something he would tell Tony. “Do a full background check on him. Also look for everyone who may have a grudge against Abby; both personally and professionally. Look in her contacts list; all the cases she has testified in court for; check if Mawher’s still in jail; check everywhere you can think of, understood?”

“But Boss, she has a lot of friends and acquaintances, and she has testified in too many cases, it would take forever to…”

“DiNozzo!”

“…So of course we’ll start looking right now. But there’s one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“The knife came with a bouquet of black roses in gift wrap. The card says: ‘Happy Birthday, Abigail Sciuto. From Hollis Mann.’“ Tony gulped, sensing that all hell was about to break loose.

“I see,” Gibbs sighed heavily. “But as far as I know, she’s in Hawaii…”

“That’s not an obstacle to hiring a hitman, as long as she has the money. Besides, she came back to D.C. two months ago, same address as before she moved out.”

“…And you were planning to tell me when?”

“Actually, I was…”

“Check all her financial transactions, her phone calls, see if she has made or tried to make contact with Abby or the janitor, or if she has made any suspicious movements at all.” And with that, he hung up.

--- ooo ---

The doorbell rang, and Hollis opened the door, a surprised smile crossing her face. “Jethro! How nice to see you again! Come on in,” she told him, stepping back to let him inside. “How did you know I was back here?”

“Word gets around,” replied Gibbs, getting comfortable on the couch. “We need to talk.”

Hollis sat down as well. “About us?”

“There’s not an ‘us’ to begin with,” he shot back dryly.

“Believe me, I’ve known that all along,” she said, looking a little melancholy, “ever since we supposedly got together. I’ve always been an independent person with an agenda of my own, so I never minded your long work schedule or your fixation with boats. ‘It comes with the territory,’ I kept telling myself, so I kept trying to make you mine, to make ‘us’ possible. But when I saw you in the lab and when I heard that tape, it just confirmed my suspicions. Your heart has always been somewhere else. I know that. I can’t replace Shannon, I can’t replace Kelly.” She rubbed her abdomen. “I certainly can’t replace Miss Sciuto,” she finished, giving him a pointed look.

He winced internally, but kept his cold exterior. “She’s the reason I came here to talk.”

“Oh, imagine that…” she snarked.

“Are you angry at her? Is there any reason for you to have anything against her?”

“I’m getting the feeling that this is not a social visit.”

“That’s very clever of you.”

“Did you hear what I’ve just said? Of course I’m angry at her! Or frustrated… I don’t know anymore.”

“Frustrated enough to hurt her?”

“Oh, come on! I don’t like her. There it is; you know it. But from that to doing something to hurt her, there’s a long way.”

“Somebody attacked her with a weapon that came in a gift box with your name on it. What does that mean?”

“What does your gut tell you?”

“It tells me she doesn’t deserve any of this. It tells me I have to find whoever did this to her and make them pay.”

“Well, in that case, if it’s all as you say it is, I have some useful information for you: I didn’t do anything. Someone must be trying to frame me, either to damage me or to throw you off. You have to look elsewhere, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“I really, really hope so,” Gibbs replied and went towards the door. When he opened to leave, Hollis spoke again:

“Jethro…”

“Yes?”

“Be careful. If you want to let your world revolve around Miss Sciuto, there’s a big chance you won’t be able to go on with your life; you won’t even be able to date successfully anymore.”

He gave her one last look: it cut the atmosphere like a knife. “Then I guess I’ll just have to stop dating,” he replied, then closed the door and left.

Gabby Fanfic - In The Deep, Chapter One

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 21:17:52 GMT

FIC: IN THE DEEP, CHAPTER ONE

Pairing: Gibbs/Abby (a.k.a. Gabby)
Rating: T
Genre: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: None
Summary: A very unexpected birthday gift for one Abigail Sciuto
Disclaimer: Neither NCIS nor the characters belong to me. I wish it did, but it doesn’t.
A/N: This is my first Gabby fic, I hope you like it!
Links to other chapters: 2

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Chapter One: Appearances Are Deceiving

“Excuse me, I’m looking for one... Abigail Sciuto?”

“That’s me! That’s me! Don’t call me ‘Abigail’ ever again, though. I’m Abby.”

The janitor eyed her warily. “...Oh. This package must be for you, then,” he replied. They told him upstairs that Abigail - or Abby – was the ‘forensic scientist downstairs’. Not that he had much of an idea of what a forensics scientist’s job was (he failed chemistry and physics miserably in high school), but he expected to find someone more... serious, perhaps more mature, not the spitting image of what his 12 year-old daughter was going to become 5 years from now.

"Appeareances are deceiving. I mean, I’m used to people looking at me like I’m weird and stuff but well, even us weirdos have to work for a living, y’know?”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I offended you! It’s just that I’m so new here… I’m from a very small town, not used to the Big City stuff. I’m unsophisticated.” He had a polite smile that she couldn’t see, and an apologetic tone that she did pick up on.

“Don’t worry, it’s OK. Could you leave the package there, please? I’m here, a little busy with my computer,” Abby responded, taking just a fraction of a second to look at him with her ‘nothing I can do’ face.

“Ok, then... Happy Birthday, Abby. From one... Hollis Mann”. ‘Hollis Mann? That’s hinky as hinky can get,’ she thought. “That’s weird,” she couldn’t help scaping from her mouth.

“Sure it is!” Answered the guy, “Hollis Mann. Ho-llis Maaaann. Sounds like something you would say after hitting your pinky toe against a table.” Abby chuckled for a moment, her eyes never leaving the screen. “Anyway,” he continued, “I can open the box if you want.”

“That’d be a good idea, yeah”

“Well, here’s a bouquet of... black roses?”

“They’re my favourite. Everybody gives me one of those,” She motioned to the fridge. “That’s the safest bet for people who don’t know me that well (like Hollis, for example) and for people who know me very, very well too!”

“Yeah! I’m sure it is!, I’m sure it is. There’s also this thing, it looks like a collectible item. Looks like one hell of an expensive gift...”

“Hhhmmm?... That’s pretty strange, she and I were never that close, if you know what I mean. I have nothing against her, is just that well, we didn’t start with the right foot – AAAAAAAHHHH“

Her hyper rambling was cut short. The janitor stabbed her left hand while it was palms up, so a very loud scream replaced it. It was soo loud, the entire building heard it, even over the music that was playing at the moment. Fighting the pain, she turned around and somehow managed to kick him where it prevented him from giving siblings to his daughter.

“Abby!” She heard Gibbs yell, but the pain made it all fuzzy, and the tears in her eyes didn’t let her see clearly either. “Tony! Take Abby with Ducky and call an ambulance, now!” he said, while grabbing and cuffing the assaultant with McGee’s help. Then, both of them took the janitor to the interrogation room.

Once they got there, McGee was surprised to see his boss taking the janitor to the other side of the room. “Boss?” He said, trying to correct Gibbs, just to find him staring at coldly at him. “Don’t you have work to do, McGee?” Gibbs asked.

“On it, Boss,” he replied, catching his drift, and started walking towards the bullpen, grateful that –at least for now- he wasn’t the subject of his boss’ rage regarding Abby. “Come back in 15 minutes,” was the last thing he heard.

Gibbs opened the door, covered the security camera with his jacket and entered with the attacker without turning on the lights. Once inside, he proceeded to toss down the guy and kick him in every place of his body covered by his clothes.

“WHY DID YOU DO IT?” Gibbs demanded, running out of patience even though he had just started with the ‘unofficial interrogation’.

“Ouch!” The janitor didn’t say anything else. Another round of kicks followed.

“I was… hired,” the handcuffed man finally blurted out.

“To kill her…?”

“Yeah, exactly”

“So you figured ‘Why not? What’s a girl’s life if I can make a few bucks’, huh? It’s funny, the hitman’s train of thought” – Another round of kicks.

“I’m not a hitman! I’m a janitor. And they didn’t pay me just a few bucks. I have a family!”

“So does her!” Said Gibbs furiously, grabbing the man by the collar. “Who hired you?”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does! Whoever hired you will try to go after her again!”

“So you want me to become a snitch? I can't do that,” the janitor said a little too calmly for a guy who was being beaten the crap out of, “again, I have a family, and there’s still part of the payment pending”.

“They won’t pay you. In fact, I’d be surprised if they didn’t go after you as well.”

“Bullshit. Why would they do that?”

“Because you failed, Mr. Janitor…” Gibbs could barely finish his sentence when he felt, more than he saw, a grin forming in the man’s face. “Yeah, keep thinking that,” he said smugly. Gibbs kicked him once more in frustration before getting him out, and into the right side of the interrogation room. He sat the janitor down on a chair and left to go to the hospital, where Abby and Ducky were.

He entered into the hospital room where Abby was. The doctors had decided to keep her in observation for a little while since she had lost a non-fatal, but considerable amount of blood. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and hadn’t seen him yet. Gibbs smiled a little: He liked it when he could sneak up on her.

“Hi, Abbs!”

“Hi, Gibbs! You scared me…” She was somewhat surprised to see him there so soon, she thought he had work to do. He was moving closer to Abby, ready to hug her and kiss her in the cheek, but she backed off quickly. “Don’t touch me!” She exclaimed.

Gibbs stopped dead in his tracks. He didn’t expect that at all. “What’s wrong, Abby? Did something happen that I don’t know about yet?” He asked, concerned. However, not a single word came out of her mouth. She just looked at him with an unreadable expression.

It wasn’t until that moment that he really noticed her appearance: She was barefoot, dressed in a hospital robe, her hair loose without her usual pigtails or make-up on. He had never seen her without make-up, and the sight was as lovely as it was scary. Fresh faced she looked beautiful in a way he had never seen before, and even younger than usual. But at the same time, she looked more mature and world-weary, and he expected to discover a healthier, even happier Abby. Instead, he had to see the real paleness of her skin, as well as the dark circles around her bright green eyes, their sparkle being the only sign of the girl he had always known.

A nursed entered into the room. “Sir, could you please go outside and wait while I change her bandages?”

Gibbs turned his head and glared at her. “Is there a problem if I stay here?”

“Look sir, no one but the patient and medical staff is supposed to be here in the first place, but since you managed to get here, at least wait outside for five minutes.”

“But, why- ?” Before Gibbs could finish, he was cut off by a familiar voice.

“Jethro! I didn’t expect to see you so soon! Come with me, let’s go and eat something,” said Ducky, ushering him outside.

As soon as they crossed the door, Gibbs stopped Ducky. “Wha - what’s going on?” He asked, whispering so neither Abby nor the nurse could hear the conversation. “Did something happen that I don’t know about yet? Did he stab her somewhere else besides her hand?”

“Calm down and take a deep breath. No, it was just her hand.”

“Then why am I being kicked out of her room?”

“Because the situation is a lot more delicate than that”

“More delicate? But you just said it was only a hand injury!”

“And that’s the truth! I would never lie to you about anything like this. The thing is…”

“To the point, Ducky”

“… That’s my point, Jethro.” He replied, sounding defeated. “Both the knife and the man who attacked Abigail with it are HIV positive.”

A long silence followed. Gibbs couldn’t say anything else since his lips started trembling and his eyed started watering, he was only capable of looking at Abby through the window. She was staring off into space with her arm extended, while the gloved, fully covered nurse cleaned her wound and changed her bandages.

My Only Home

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 03:31:57 GMT

Title: My Only Home
Status: Drabble - Complete
Author: Hadapurpura
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Summary: Grissom's not Shakespeare (me neither), but he needs to tell Sara how he feels, while he waits for her return.
Rating: G
Spoilers: Goodbye and Good Luck, Bull... general season 8, I guess?
Genre: Angst, Romance
Link to Fanfiction.net:
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

My Only Home

Disclaimer: I own nothing. CSI’s not mine.

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The scent of your body when falling asleep on our bed

Once my sweetest embrace, it became my torment instead

My days are restless, I can’t help waking up cold and wet

Dreaming of San Francisco, the bay where our eyes first met

My knees are weak, for too much time I’ve been walking alone
My mind and eyes are filled with all the places where I’ve gone
But none of them is good enough if with me you don’t come
For you too, my dearest Sara, have been my only home.

Grissom sighed. This time, he did send it.

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Exactly 100 words! How's that?

Sara, Come back!

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 04:12:47 GMT

Title: Sara, come back!
Author: hada_purpura
Pairing: Grissom/Sara
Spoilers: Probably "Nesting Dolls"
Rating: Teen (not for sex, sorry)
Note: This is a Pre-Vegas story
Link to FF.net: Sara, come back

Come back!!!

" It was all white around. The mist and the fog didn’t let me see very well, but it was some kind of a forest…I felt nervous, distressed… I walked without a reason… like attracted to something, I just couldn’t stop walking and despite how dark it was, it was like I knew the path by heart. Where did it lead to? I didn’t know, but I kept taking one step forward, and then one more, and one more…

"And suddenly I realized I wasn’t being attracted by something, but by someone. I could see the brown hair, and it’s owner was walking with firm steps and I… I wasn’t able of doing anything other than chasing her. It couldn’t be an angel because 1. I don’t believe in angles and 2. she was wearing a normal t-shirt and jeans, but something about her made me feel good… in peace or… I don’t know, it was a nice sensation anyway.

"And I realized she was going somewhere I wasn’t allowed to enter, and I was going to lose her… which was a stupid thought since I had never had her… or something like that… she was walking at the same pace and so was I, but she was getting further and further away, and I couldn’t reach her. I know she could feel my presence… at least that’s what I want to think… and now she wasn’t walking with confidence, but doubtful, confused. And then I knew it was my only chance to get her attention, to… stop her?... I – I don’t know why- was desperate… anyway… I screamed, I screamed with all the air I had in my lungs, with all the angst and all the force I had:

"¡¡Sara, come back!!! ¡¡¡come with me!!!

And she stopped. And she turned her head to look at me…

"And that’s when I woke up. Covered in sweat, disturbed, almost unable to breathe. I looked at the watch: January 17, 1984, 2:57 a.m. I calmed down a little, wrote down the date and the hour in my notebook (since I didn’t have anywhere else to) and went down to the kitchen to drink some water. I’m still disturbed… it’s weird… I haven’t even met a sara in my whole life… anyway, that was my strange dream of last night."

"Hey Grissom, maybe the Sara you dreamt about today will be the wuv of your life wich will take The Lone Entomologist out of his cave?"

"The Sara I dreamt about was a child, not a woman, so I highly doubt it Ed…"

"Ok " Robert said, "then, what if that Sara’s your life or your death or your soul? You’ve always liked the name, and well, life, death and soul are the three things we imagine in feminine and/or childish form, and the three things we like to idealize… maybe one out of the three is scaping from you and you don’t want to let it go…"

"Whatever you say" answered Grissom, "although it’s interesting to know you think your soul’s a woman…"

"Hey!!! I’m a stud, an Alpha male!!!" – Robert said, and they jokingly continued the conversation about dreams and nightmares and equally light subjects… but in The Lone Entomologist’s heart a warmth was born: "I’ve got to meet her…"

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Her father was laying on the kitchen floor, bleeding like never before. The policeman went to the backyard to throw up, and she was looking, confused, while the police agents and the CSIs ran behind her saying and yelling things she didn’t understand – other agents were taking photos of him, taking prints. She didn’t understand: her dad was her hero, the best dad in the world. The one that felt proud of having such a smart, pretty, pretty daddy’s little girl. The one who never even yelled at her, the one who never allowed noone – himself included - to hurt her. The one who took her to chase rabbits, to eat ice cream, the one who got her used to having everything just for herself. He had been the best man in the world with her … and only with her, and that had been the problem.

Everybody was so distracted, busy doing other things… nobody gave her an answer, it was like she wasn’t even there. And everybody was so distracted that it was very easy for her to go out through the kitchen door and walk, walk without looking back or saying goodbye to anyone – because, who was she going to say goodbye to?... and she walk very much, until she saw herself in a dark forest, full of mist and fog. It didn’t bother her: Much to the contrary, she loved it (and in Tamales (what a laaaame name) that kind of weather was very uncommon), and she kept walking with the certainty of the one who knows her destiny, although to honor the truth, she didn’t know where the hell did it lead to – she couldn’t even see very well, but something attracted her so it was like she knew the path by heart. She remembered what her mother just said to her, crying: “your dad was a monster!” “did you really believe what he said to you, that I tripped over the shelves or something like that and that’s how I got my bruises? I’m not that clumsy, nobody’s that clumsy Sara!!! He lied to you so you didn’t stop loving him, but he doesn’t deserve anybody’s love!!! You got to believe me… drop that camera, Sara… drop that camera!!!...”

And suddenly, she felt something: she was being followed. And for some reason, it didn’t bother her either: she kept walking, but just because she couldn’t help it. Seriously, she wanted to keep feeling that presence, she didn’t mean to run away. And she started walking insecure, doubtful, confused. And she head a scream:

"¡¡¡Sara, come back!!! ¡¡¡ come with me!!!"

And she stopped. And she turned her head anxiously to see her chaser, who was calling her… and she felt like a magnet grabbing her backwards instead of forward…

And then, she only heard blurry voices. And an abulance siren right over her.

"We gotta take her to the hospital, and fast!"

" I can’t believe it Stevens, I can’t believe it…"

"I told you Gibson, I told you this girl practically resurrected, I told you we couldn’t let go, that this victim was special!!!…"

"You’re right, I’m sorry… but how would I know??? She had just seen what happened to her dad, then her mother throws her over the fence of the hallway, that’s really high… she was dead since an hour ago at least for God’s sake… what time did she start breathing again???"

"2:57 a.m. January 17, 1984. I gotta write it down like that, with time and date somewhere and give it to her when she wakes up because this is a mi-ra-cle!!!... this I will never forget…"

Neither Sara. And in her heart, a warmth was born. "I’ve got to meet him…"

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Neither the series nor the characters belong to me, and I’m not making money out of it.

This is my first fanfic. It’s a one-shot I came up with since everybody was saying “Grissom asks Sara to stay, she stays. Grissom asks Sara to come, she comes.” And I was thinking how was it when Grissom asked Sara to come back for the first time, and I wanted to do something cute. I’m not the fluffy type and english is not my first language, so my apologies in advance for any spelling mistake…

So what do you think???