[NCIS: Drabble] "Ride Home" [Abby/McGee, G]
Title: Ride Home
Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Tim McGee
Genre: het.
Prompt: 24_times table three, prompt #15 '15:00'
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Summary: Peter McGee gets a ride home from kindergarten.
Ride Home
Peter McGee’s mom was the one that drove the hearse.
Miss Applebaum, his kindergarten teacher, had been horrified when she’d had to explain to the rest of her class what the ‘funny car’ was, but Peter thought it was great. Most of the class seemed to agree with him, waving cheerfully from their parents’ minivans as they were all dropped off. It was always Mom who dropped him off, since sometimes Dad had to go into work early. Mom would have to go in, too, but she could still take Peter to school first, because her job was to look at all the stuff that Dad and his team found when they went out to chase the bad guys.
After school, though, it was a surprise to see who had come to pick Peter up.
Usually, it was Dad, in the big black car he drove to work. He always came to get Peter and then his big sister, Katie, from her school as long as his team didn’t have a case. If the case had just started, Mom came to get them. She didn’t always drive the hearse, then. Sometimes she had the little red car she called a ‘roadster’ and sometimes, she had Dad’s car.
But if they were in the middle of a case, it could be anybody who came to drive them home. Sometimes, it was Grandpa Gibbs, who let Peter sit up front and move the gear shifting stick. Sometimes, it was Aunt Ziva, who made him sit in the back, but drove like she was a racecar driver. Sometimes, it was Uncle Tony, who let him sing along to the radio as long as he wanted. Sometimes, it was Uncle Ducky, whose real name was Donald, like Peter’s middle name, and who had a car made of wood. And one time, it was Uncle Jimmy in the actual M.E.’s van, but he was very quick to tell Miss Applebaum there was not a dead body inside.
Today, though, it was Mom, in the hearse. She had her hair in pigtails, and grinned when she saw Peter, just like always. He waved goodbye to Miss Applebaum and climbed into the backseat.
“Hey there, kiddo,” said Mom. “How was school.”
“Good,” he replied. “Can we listen to some of your music on the way home?”
She grinned and turned the radio to their favorite techno station.
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Abby Sciuto/Tim McGee
Genre: het.
Prompt: 24_times table three, prompt #15 '15:00'
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Summary: Peter McGee gets a ride home from kindergarten.
Ride Home
Peter McGee’s mom was the one that drove the hearse.
Miss Applebaum, his kindergarten teacher, had been horrified when she’d had to explain to the rest of her class what the ‘funny car’ was, but Peter thought it was great. Most of the class seemed to agree with him, waving cheerfully from their parents’ minivans as they were all dropped off. It was always Mom who dropped him off, since sometimes Dad had to go into work early. Mom would have to go in, too, but she could still take Peter to school first, because her job was to look at all the stuff that Dad and his team found when they went out to chase the bad guys.
After school, though, it was a surprise to see who had come to pick Peter up.
Usually, it was Dad, in the big black car he drove to work. He always came to get Peter and then his big sister, Katie, from her school as long as his team didn’t have a case. If the case had just started, Mom came to get them. She didn’t always drive the hearse, then. Sometimes she had the little red car she called a ‘roadster’ and sometimes, she had Dad’s car.
But if they were in the middle of a case, it could be anybody who came to drive them home. Sometimes, it was Grandpa Gibbs, who let Peter sit up front and move the gear shifting stick. Sometimes, it was Aunt Ziva, who made him sit in the back, but drove like she was a racecar driver. Sometimes, it was Uncle Tony, who let him sing along to the radio as long as he wanted. Sometimes, it was Uncle Ducky, whose real name was Donald, like Peter’s middle name, and who had a car made of wood. And one time, it was Uncle Jimmy in the actual M.E.’s van, but he was very quick to tell Miss Applebaum there was not a dead body inside.
Today, though, it was Mom, in the hearse. She had her hair in pigtails, and grinned when she saw Peter, just like always. He waved goodbye to Miss Applebaum and climbed into the backseat.
“Hey there, kiddo,” said Mom. “How was school.”
“Good,” he replied. “Can we listen to some of your music on the way home?”
She grinned and turned the radio to their favorite techno station.
THE END
Current Mood:
blah