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"Get the fuck out of my way-TONY GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!"
Miranda Heartly was running to catch up with the Italian agent, who was headed towards MTAC. Her long black hairfalls thumped against her back, and her ruffly red skirt was making its usual sound as she ran.
"TONY! I'M GOING TO KI- Oh hi Vance!" The raver said, sliding to a stop on her platform boots.
"Miranda. DiNozzo…" The director said, trailing off as the screen came to life, a confused Sierra on it.
"Sierra! Miranda and Abby are DATING!" Tony yelled, and the brunette shot a confused look at the screen. She said something, but no sound occurred.
Then it went rainbow.
"Well that was great Tony." Miranda said as she landed her boot on his foot.
"OW! Mother-"
The blue-haired girl smiled. Payback felt good.
The scientist ran her fingers through the raver's hair, the blue seeming more beautiful and bright than ever.
"It's nice…"Abby said, and Miranda pulls her in for a kiss.
"You know I love you, and I always will."
The older woman looked the raver in the eyes, and then they closed them together.
"No matter what, I will always love you back."
"Let's go home." Abby said, taking the 18-year old's hand and leading her out the door.
ABBY'S APARTMENT-
Miranda leaned against the wall, her huge Black Sabbath T-shirt riding up her legs, showing more than a hint of her pale skin.
"Oh..Miranda…" Abby said as she entered the room, dressed in her long white nightgown and mob cap, holding Bert the Hippo in her arms."Not tonight."
"Fine, suit yourself."The raver said, lifting the lid off of Abby's coffin, and helped her climb in and followed, sliding the lid on top.
Getting comfortable, Miranda slid her arms around the Goth's waist.
"Night, love." She whispered into her girlfriend's ear.
NEXT DAY-
The raver pushed a lock of hair from her face and looked back at the computer screen. Stupid dude…. She thought as it scrolled through a database, looking for a license plate match.
"Miranda! Can you come and look at this?" Came Abby's voice from the next room.
The blue-haired girl climbed from her chair, letting her lab coat swoosh behind her as she walked. Miranda looked at the evidence in front of Abby."What is it?"She asked.
"What do you see?" Abby said, gesturing out to the table.
The raver pulled on a pair of gloved and began to look at the evidence, a large champagne bottle. Turning the alcohol in her hands, she did notice some things. "Partial thumbprint, maybe a palm, not quite sure.."
She continued to peer at the green-ish glass. "There's something on the label…"
Then Miranda heard a sloshing sound. "It hasn't been opened.."
Then the computer in the next room rang, signaling a match.
"Time to call Gibbs!" They said in unsion.