Disclaimer
blah blah blah...do not own NCIS or characters, never made any money still poor, but Abbs centric.
Chapter 1
"You're looking all smilie smilie," Tim questioned Abby, as he walked into the lab.
"Oh I am. I just put in for a weeks' vacation, going to a great rock festival, down in Austin. Stopping with an old college chum, not that she's old," as Abby became flustered and started to wave her arms about, "I mean she is old, as in long time, from Louisiana, when I was like, a student there."
"And this festival is what?"
"Tim, if I didn't know you better I would say you were jealous, but I can't see you listening to Byzantine, or Venomous Maximus or even Dillinger Escape Plan, but it's the SXSW."
"The WHAT?" Tim shouted at Abby.
"South by Southwest," Gibbs answered entering the lab.
"Hey, didn't know you were a fan Gibbs,"
"Not, but Dillinger Escape Plan will be there, derived from the bank robber of same name, Dillinger didn't, so got killed, but what you got on the body before you go?"
"Didn't have what?" Tim questioned.
"An escape plan," Gibbs replied smiling handing Abbs a Caf-pow.
"Works for me Gibbs, but nothing, Major Mass-spec is still working on things, but don't worry Gibbs, Director is getting someone from the Great Lakes Office to oversee while I'm not here," as she sooked up the liquid.
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The weeks flew in and Abby was ready to go. She had got in touch with Amy her friend telling her arrival times, and also mentioned to Loretta Wade she was visiting. It had been a one off visit from Loretta, when Abby was a teenager at school, which had made Abby do what she now did. Not the autopsy bit, but when she, Loretta had mentioned sending her findings to a forensic lab.
Loretta was still the Medical Examiner of Jefferson Parish, but was contracted to the NCIS office in New Orleans; Abby would occasionally get a call from her or Sebastian Lund.
But it was Amy she was looking forward to seeing. They used to be called the "Double A Team."
Abby had packed and repacked her bag, but why, it wasn't as though she was going for long, but it would be great to see Amy and to catch up on old times in person, rather than on skype or e-mail.
But like all inquisitive people, she liked to people watch, and of course wonder who she had to sit with, on the almost 4 hour flight to Austin. But she needn't have worried she got a sleeper, being an early morning flight, and so she got to listen to her music and look out the window.