Garcia stood at the desk in the lobby of the NCIS building.
"Ma'am, listen, I just need a visitor pass for like, ten minutes!" Garcia was having trouble getting in. "I just have to go down to see Ms. Sciuto and pick her up."
"Ms…Garcia," the lady all but laughed in Garcia's face, "this FBI identification looks pretty fake to me. Really, you couldn't have chosen a name that perhaps fits your race?"
"Excuse me?" Garcia was shocked and a bit outraged. "Who do you think you are? Oh—okay. Listen, do you know anyone in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI?"
"Well, I've heard of Agent David Rossi." The lady looked skeptically at Garcia. "I've read his books. He signed one for me once."
"Then you will like this." Garcia dug her phone out of her bag. "Here."
"What do you want me to do with this?" The lady looked repulsed.
"Go to contacts."
"Okay."
"Type in 'Rossi'."
"Uh-huh."
"And hit send."
The woman hit the green call button and held the phone to her ear with a careful look on her face.
Garcia, what could you need while on vacation that Morgan couldn't give you? Garcia smiled at Rossi's greeting.
The woman simply handed the phone to Garcia, dumbfounded.
"Never mind, Rossi, you've already served your purpose." Garcia hung up the phone and put it away. "So, about that visitor's pass?"
Just as the woman was gathering her wits and reached to get a pass, Abby came into the lobby.
"Garci!" she shouted, hugging the colorful girl. "You were late! I was starting to worry, but I thought you might be up in the lobby or something so I came to check. Is everything alright?"
"It took me a while to get through to this lady that I actually work for the FBI," Garcia said, glaring at the woman. "But I guess we can just leave now."
Garcia gathered her credentials from the woman at the front desk and they went out to the car together.
xXx
"Flour would be in the…"
"Left cabinet."
"And the cookie cutters would be…"
"In the center right drawer."
Abby and Garcia wasted no time getting right into baking, and they planned on doing quite a bit—and then going to shelters all over the city to hand them out. Their plans were delayed only by a slight flour fight, and then they continued quickly afterwards. After a few hours, they decided that the six dozen cookies and four dozen brownies were enough for the two shelters they wanted to visit.
"This means so much!" The manager at the DC Central Kitchen said. "We so rarely get enthusiastic people to bring food and other items to us."
"It's something we both enjoy. It was nothing for us to help out a bit." Garcia smiled and handed over another tray, while Abby helped two other volunteers get the rest out of her car.
"This is something we have to do all the time," Abby said, driving back to her apartment.
"We'll have to do something big around the holidays." Garcia popped out a small notebook. "I've got some recipes on gingerbread cookies we can try."
"You'll have to send me the recipe… I don't have a good one. I have to use the generic stuff you get at the store."
"We can do it every month," Garcia suggested.
"And do themes!" Abby was excited now.
Later on, before leaving, Garcia said, "So, same time next month?"
"Always."