Voyagers
Tony glanced up from his desk as Abby approached the bullpen, regarding her quizzically.
"What's up, Baby Girl?" He leisurely took his feet off the desk and pulled out his IPod ear buds.
"Not much," she replied, scanning the empty desks of Gibbs, Ziva, and Tim. "I'm bored down in the lab and wanted a change of scenery, to travel to a different venue."
"Ok," Tony grinned, "Sit at McDeserter's desk if that's the case and keep me company."
Abby plopped down into McGee's desk chair and spun it around jerkily before propping her arms on his desk. "Let's see what little Timmy has been doing." She ran her finger over the computer's mouse and deactivated the screen saver.
Tony watched her with amusement, but warned, "Watch it, now, you know how obsessive compulsive he gets about people messing with his belongings."
"Hmmm…." She murmured, regarding the screen. "Strike one, mug shot of the lieutenant the team has under surveillance. I don't consider that entertainment."
Frowning, she minimized that screen and pulled up the next and studied it silently. Finally she motioned to Tony, "Come here. I think I have found some brand new Thom E. Gemcity material."
"I never even liked that pseudonym," Tony commented, making his way to Abby's side so that he could check the screen. "Little Timmy has absolutely no imagination when it comes to names."
They both read silently as Abby slowly scrolled down the screen to the end of the document.
Then beginning at the top again she began to read aloud.
"Voyagers
Observed by Thom E. Gemcity
Nonconformist****Courageous****Irrepressible****Steady
Jethro
A man shrouded in mystery
With an excuse to nurse his hurt
Who hides behind his history
To keep his feelings covert
Novel****Caring****Idealistic****Stunning
Tony
Rather than to venture
Into his heart's unknown
He chooses instead to live
A safer life alone
Neighborly****Creative****Impulsive****Shocking
Abby
She speaks without talking
And hears without listening
Yet approaches her life
As an Innocent's Christening
Notable****Clever****Imaginative****Socratic
Ducky
He observes with his hands
Sad instruments of art
He heals with his words
Yet it breaks his heart "
She looked up, wide eyed, and met Tony's gaze. "Wow, and wow, and wow-"
"That's putting it mildly," Tony commented thoughtfully.
Abby minimized the screen and suddenly looked shy. "Timmy doesn't need to know that we snooped through his writing. I mean, there is no reason for us to tell him that we got curious and looked at his private work, Tony."
He grinned sheepishly. "He doesn't need any more ammunition to dissect our ethical boundaries in the next novel."
Both of them stepped back from the computer guiltily.
"I'll just head back to my lab," Abby assured him, turning towards the elevators.
"Catch you later, little Voyager," Tony replied, crossing back to his own desk.