Abby & Sam Forever

Summary: A night in the life of Abby and her lover, Sam. This is a lesbian fic- see warning below. This may lead to spin-offs, but I haven't decided. Rated T for some vulgar words (this is your only warning about them, by the way). Reviews/ ideas for future spin-offs are widely accepted (PM the ideas if you have them).

Author's Note: Anyone who flames without reading the warning(s) in the summary will be promptly ignored. I do not own N.C.I.S. or the characters in the show, but who wouldn't want to own them. We all have our wishes:)

"Just put your stuff down over there."

"Cool place. Do I get to...sleep with you in the coffin, or is that just for special occasions?"

"I've never done that with any of my male partners, but...you're too beautiful to say 'no' to. Besides, Gibbs liked you! We're both his right-hand girls! We're like...Charlie's Angels or something."

"Oh, Abby, that turns me on! And, I brought our leather dresses! I say we hit up the rental store and work up Tonya until she gives us a free membership."

"Ooh, let me get my whip, unless you need it. Sam has been a very bad girl."

"I know! But save it for the store. I'm getting tired."

After they put on their dresses, they got onto Sam's motorbike and headed towards the rental store. Abby held tight and watched the scenery fly by as the wind ripped through her hair. When they got to the store, a pimply teenager was behind the counter, a male pimply teenager.

"Great," Sam spat.

"This can still work. Wanna make out by the automated movie-finder?" Abby asked.

"Hmm...my favorite lab technician speaks my language."

After a minute of action, the girls felt a tap on their arm. The teenager stood, blushing, as the manager looked on. Sam looked him up and down silently while Abby just stared.

"You...ahem!...can't do that here," he coughed awkwardly.

"Not allowed? Tell Blockbuster, Netflix, and your dick, buddy. We're not coming back," Sam spat. She led Abby from the store by her wrist. As they walked out, McGhee was walking in. The girls ran to the bike, putting on the helmets for the first time and speeding away. McGhee shook his head and continued to go inside.***

"I am so bored! What about the clubs?"

"Sam, we've got work tomorrow. I've got Chicago on tape, and there's popcorn in the kitchen."

"All right, but...let's just go to bed."

"Why? Is something bothering you?"

"Yeah, actually. You're in love with me, but there can still be other guys. I don't like it."

"I can't help being bisexual, Sam. You know it just happens."

"Yeah, but...I've never moved in with a bisexual partner. I've never been with one, so...can you promise that you will be loyal to me?"

"I promise, but I can't promise that guy's won't flirt with me."

"You're too sexy for them not to flirt with you. I love you, Abs."

"I love you, Sammy."

The two embraced and fell into each other's arms on Abby's couch. After a few moments, they turned out the lights and slept that way, embracing new challenges and a new life.*~*