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Chapter 1
"Hey, Abby. What are you doing?" McGee asked striding from the elevator and into the evidence garage. Abby was at a nearby desk, headphones on and eyes glued to the computer screen.
"Abby!" McGee repeated when she didn't answer him. "Abbs!" Nothing. So he went over and lifted a headphone off and said her name again.
"Ah! Dammit Tim, you scared the hell out of me!" Abby snapped. As soon as she caught the wounded look flash across McGee's face, she softened.
"Sorry, McGee, I didn't mean to yell at you. Did you need me?"
"No, uh, I was just asking what you were doing."
"Oh! I was trying to see if I could find out how the killer set up the system. It's taking longer than I thought it would though, so I need to focus." Abby said putting the headphones back on her head and faced the computer once more.
McGee smiled and sighed turning to the giant automobile; he decided he wanted to see how it worked, fascinated on the the smarts the killer had.
He walked over to "OTTO" and got in the passenger seat and shut the door.
"So the Lt. must have gotten into the passenger seat, shut the door," McGee performed, talking quietly to himself, "and snapped in the seat belt." He reached over to see if he could reach the emergency button. Seeing that he couldn't, he scrunched his face in thought as he began to unbuckle himself, but the it suddenly tightened against his chest, restricting his movement. The doors locked and the windows rolled up. He began to panic, he breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to find a way to stop what was happening.
His worse fears came true when smoke started to fill up rapidly in the car, causing him to cough and making it harder to breathe. He turned to look out the window and began to pound on it.
"Abby! Abby help me!" he coughed. Through the foggy vision of both the window and his eyes, he could make out Abby still focused on the computer screen; not even moving a muscle, not even turning around once.
"A-Abby! Ab-Abs!" McGee sputtered as he started to wheeze. He couldn't breathe, he was going to die and no one was going to know until Abby finished the program; and who knows how long that was going to take. McGee coughed some more, weakly pounding on the window. This was it, this was the end. His hand shakily splayed on the window and his head fell weakly back onto the head rest. He looked out of the windshield and saw the elevator doors open as his hand slid down the glass and fell to his side.
He was the last thing he saw before he blacked out. The last thing he rasped before he drew his last breath.
"Boss."