Sketches

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Summary: Reader is Abby's lab assistant and sketches her sometimes, unbeknownst to Abby, who Reader is crushing hard on.

Pairing: Abby Sciuto X Reader

Word Count: 590

Warnings: None.

A/N: kicking off the ol' blog's revival with my first Abby fic! still a little rusty after not writing for a while but i've got some more content in the works and hope to get something of a posting schedule worked out sometime soon!

A/N: kicking off the ol' blog's revival with my first Abby fic! still a little rusty after not writing for a while but i've got some more content in the works and hope to get something of a posting schedule worked out sometime soon!

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The lab was a flurry of light and sound, the clacking of a keyboard barely heard over the blaring music. You perched at a free table, notebook open in front of you, taking advantage of the brief lull in your workday as Abby typed rapidly, eyes fixed on her computer screen.

You turned your attention back to the notebook, pencil tapping gently against the tabletop as you looked over the rough sketch on the page. Your impromptu reference was still typing furiously as you began smoothing out some of the sharper lines. The sketch had captured Abby in the midst of her work, hands poised in place on the keyboard, eyes carrying the same sharp focus as they usually did when she was buried in her work.

You erased a few stray lines, brushing the page clean of eraser rubbings. Similar drawings filled the rest of the page, most hasty sketches taken down during moments of respite in the lab, but all of them illustrated Abby in some motion of work.

Unbeknownst to the forensic scientist, she had been the main source of your artistic inspiration over the past few months you'd been working together. She hadn't noticed your frequent sketching, and you hadn't had the nerve to make her aware of it, terrified of ruining the rapport that had quickly built up between the two of you. That, and the fact that you liked her a little more than a colleague probably should.

The pencil glided across the paper, the details becoming clearer with each stroke. You were so utterly absorbed in the process that you didn't register the absence of typing, or the fact that Abby was no longer in front of her computer screen.

"Is that a drawing of me?"

You scrambled desperately to cover the page from view, cheeks burning with embarrassment as Abby peered over your shoulder. "No! Not that I wouldn't draw you, I mean, I would but not like-"

"Relax, Y/N," Abby grinned, chuckling a bit. "Whoever it is or isn't, you're a good artist. Like crazy good."

"Thanks," you laughed nervously, staring down at the table and mentally kicking yourself for your momentary obliviousness. "Art school was my backup plan if this," you gestured vaguely to the lab around you, "didn't work out."

She leaned against the tabletop beside you, arms folded loosely. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you ended up here instead."

"Really?" You smiled shyly, fiddling with the pencil still in your hand.

"Totally! I've never really clicked with an assistant before like you, Y/N."

Another wave of warmth assailed your cheeks. "I'm glad I ended up here too, Abbs. God knows I wouldn't have met anyone quite like you at art school."

"Y'know, I wouldn't mind taking a peek at the rest of your art sometime, if you wanna share," she said, smiling hopefully.

"Of course, yeah," you replied, finally raising your eyes to hers. "If you promise not to try and hang any of it up in the lab, that is."

The two of you shared a look, grinning at each other. Her gaze sent your mind pinwheeling, a strange burst of confidence taking over, and you opened your mouth to speak; to ask her out, to tell her how you felt, to tell her-

A loud beep sounded, and Abby tore her eyes away toward the source.

"Results are in?" you asked almost disappointedly, confidence dissipating as fast as it had come.

"Most definitely." Abby hurried around to the computer, fingers flying across the keys as she studied the screen. "Looks like we've got our guy."

"Call Gibbs?"

"You know it."

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