Abby sat in her lab, spinning in the stool at the table that hosted an assortment of evidence that different teams dropped off to her. She knew she should be working on processing them, but took the time to sit and wallow in her emotions.
Her friends got to go out and investigate scenes, but was also glad because Gibbs always managed to find her good evidence. Sometimes she just wanted to see the scenes and evidence untouched, undisturbed by everyone's trampling on the scenes. In that she was jealous as she sat in her lab waiting.
That was hard too, the waiting. Sometimes the team would be out for days before coming back to her while she waited in her lab. She could go home and wait to be called, but that wasn't her style. Abby will wait for them, as she always done before. In the waiting, her envious thoughts began to nag at her before consuming her causing her to feel the need to snap at the first person that came through that door…until she saw the Caf-Pow in the man's hand greeting her.