"No, no no. You cannot be serious. It just isn't true," Abby shouted at her equipment, "Hey, and what do you want? I can hear you and I can definitely smell you, when did you last wash?" as she turned round to face Gibbs.

"This morning, why, and what's with the tone of voice?" he enquired.

"Sorry Gibbs, you may be here, but so is someone else. I can feel it, and I'm sure I saw a shadow pass the wall," she replied.

"Too many late nights, or caf-pow, you need to cut down," Gibbs replied in a concerned voice.

"No Gibbs, she….and I know she is a she, is here in my space, I can feel her," as Abby began to hunch her shoulders and slant her eyes and look about.

"Her, you sure?" Gibbs questioned.

"I feel a softness, been a feeling in here, since you brought in that body of the Petty Officer. Jimmy brought me up DNA and a fragment of wood….I thought it was wood, but all my machines say the age is 1692…and that can't be right. The radiation elements don't add up," pouting.

"What you saying?" Gibbs continued.

"I'm saying that the splinter of wood that was extracted from your Petty Officer is hundreds of years old. Yes older than you and me and the whole team put together, well deduct Ducky, but Gibbs this wood is old."

"Thank you Abbs,"

"And where did you get the body from?" Abby asked.

"Salem."

"I rest my case," she smiled at Gibbs.

"Case?"

"Yes case, I have a witch in my lab," Abby shouted.

"Well get to know her. Get her to help solve this case," Gibbs advised as he turned and walked away, a sly smile on his face.

"I need a name."

"Ask McGee to help," as Gibbs turned to face her from the door before moving out of sight.

"McGee," as a beaker fell to the floor, "Ok Tony?" Two beakers fell to the floor, "Ok just you and me then," as a wind passed by and Abby felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise catching in her dog collar, "Ouch, but you need a bath, or can I use air-freshner?"

-oOo-

"Ahh Jethro, I wondered how long it was going to be until you paid us a visit," Dr Mallard enquired not looking up.

"What you got Duks?" Gibbs shouted.

"This is interesting, your Petty Officer drowned, but he was held down. Looking at the bruising and the discolouration of the skin, and the piece of what appears to be wood, I sent up to Abby but I would say by a yoke."

"Yoke?" Gibbs questioned.

"Yes looks like the yoke was on him…..sorry," Jimmy replied now feeling silly.

"Quite Mr Palmer, please leave your vulgar parlour humour where it should be….in the parlour, but Jethro you know that in days of old, if you were thought a witch you were dunked in the village pond, if you came up screaming and shouting you were a witch and then taken off to be strangled and burnt at a stake, if you drowned, then you were innocent and given an apology…"

"No win situation then…" Jimmy replied smiling, before seeing the look in the other two men's eyes,

"Sorry," as Jimmy slunk off to see if he could help Abby.