Five Things Meme

[zan]

In honor of my betters (technosage, just_katarin, and meinterrupted), I present you with the Five Things meme.

You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in my comments section. (examples: "Five songs that make Dean think of Sam", or "Five times Sam wanted to kiss Dean but didn't" or "Dick's five favorite memories of Bruce"). Then, in a separate post, I'll post the answers to your Top 5 ideas, according to me. Serious or fun!

Topics open: SPN, NCIS, SG-1, Atlantis, Heroes, BtVS, Anita Blake, Merry Gentry, Harry Dresden.

If there's something else you want that you think I might write in, let me know and I'll consider it.

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[genaschuyler.livejournal.com]

Part One - Dean/Abby (NCIS)
“Dean,” he said, sliding up next to the girl at the bar. She turned to him and gave him a speculative look. He squirmed a bit when the look lasted longer than he was expecting it to, but finally she nodded.

“Abby.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure. A beer, I guess.”

He waved at the bartender and ordered their drinks.

“So, Abby. What do you do?”

“I work in Forensics at NCIS. That’s—“

“Naval Criminal Investigative Service, I know.” She raised an eyebrow and he just shrugged and smiled. He didn’t tell her that he had an ID stating that he was NCIS agent Anthony DiNozzo back in the car.

“How about you? It must be something in the government. Most normal people haven’t even heard of NCIS, let alone know what the initials stand for.”

“Not anything, really. My brother’s taking a break from college and we’re on an extended road trip.”

“What did you do, though?”

“Well, if I did anything, I suppose it was hunting.”

She leaned in closer, giving him a confused look.

“Hunting? Hunting what?”

He smiled slowly. “Things that go bump in the night.”

She leaned back and laughed at his supposed joke. He started to continue, but was interrupted by the ringing of a phone.

Abby murmured, “I’m sorry,” and picked the phone up. “Abby.”

A moment later, she winced and pulled the phone away from her ear. Even over the noise of the crowd, Dean could make out loud male shouts.

“Gibbs. Gibbs. Calm down. I’ll be right there.” She paused again and whatever was said caused to look up at Dean.

“I’m at a bar downtown. Why? Because I got off work three hours ago.” She paused again. “I told you. I’ll be right there.” She hung up the phone decisively and looked at Dean again. “Sorry. It’s my boss. He doesn’t keep standard office hours and when we’ve got a case, neither do the rest of us.”

“Hey, no problem,” he said, reaching a hand out to grip hers. He let the grip linger for what might have been and let go. “Hope he doesn’t work you too hard.”

She mumbled her goodbyes and, for another minute or so, Dean had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He grinned and took a slug of his beer, which was, of course, when his phone went off.

“Dean.”

“Hey, Dean. We’re ready.” It was Sam, of course.

“I’m on my way.” He threw a bill on the counter and headed toward the exit. Time to become Special Agent Tony DiNozzo.

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[technosage.livejournal.com]

This is awesome. I love that there was an almost there, and the DiNozzo connection. YAY!

Be sure to post these out in the real world, yay? They're good!