Tim's POV
Work had been surprisingly slow this week. Miraculously, no bodies had shown up and not a marine crime was important enough to get assigned to our team. I'd managed to get caught up on paperwork. I was starting to run out of things to do.
Tony was lounging around in his chair. Every so often, he'd flick paper wads at Ziva or me. I ignored him as best as I could. He'd chuckle each time I'd glance at him but I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of telling him to knock it off. Ziva was nearing her breaking point. She glanced at me then Tony a few times. I shook my head before turning back to my report.
He threw another one at Ziva. It hit her on the forehead. I could see the steam coming out of her ears.
"Would you stop it." Although her voice was even, she was ready to let loose at any moment.
"Ah. Come on. It's just paper." Tony smirked at her.
"Perhaps you should focus on work."
"I'm sick of writing reports."
"If you were any good at them, you wouldn't have to redo them so much." Gibbs sipped his coffee as he came into the bullpen.
Tony sat up and straightened himself up. "Right boss."
I stared back at my report but there wasn't much else to put in it. I went back over it a few times, correcting errors here and there. I printed it out and filed it on Gibbs desk. As I sat back down, I tried to figure out what to do next. I was starting to feel Tony's boredom creep into me. Sighing I got up.
"Coffee run. The usual?"
Everyone nodded and I grabbed my coat. As I got to the elevator, I checked my watch. 11:37 a.m. I rubbed my face. It was going to be another long day. Maybe Gibbs would surprise us all and let us go home early.
When the door opened, a young woman stood there looking confused. Her long raven hair fell to the middle of her back. Her green eyes complimented her tanned skin. Her lips were delicately painted pale pink and her make up perfection. Her collared purple shirt was buttoned high and tight. Her skirt was long and flowing. Her trench coat complimented her perfectly. She was goddess.
"Is this the floor to Abigail's lab?" She asked. Her voice was soft but sweet as honey. She was nervous yet confident.
"Ah, no. But I can take you."
"Oh, I don't want to be a bother."
"It's no trouble."
I got in the elevator and pressed the button. I smiled at her. She blushed and looked down at her feet.
"Thank you."
"Name's Tim." I held out my hand.
She timidly took my hand. "Lucy. Lucy Milano."
I couldn't understand why I knew her name but I loved it nonetheless. I took her down to Abby's lab.
"Hey Abbs. You got a visitor," I said.
"Oh! Who?" She ran up to the door. "Lucy!"
"Abby!"
The two women hugged each other squealing. I covered my ears and backed up. As they chatted away, I couldn't help but notice the similarities between them. Their hair was almost identical. Their noses were really close but Abby's was just a little bigger. Their face structure was identical as well.
"I can't believe you're here." Abby pulled back. "Tim, this is my cousin Lucy."
"We met in the elevator. I thought she looked familiar."
Lucy blushed. "Abby was always better looking than me."
"Oh stop that. You're beautiful. Right Timmy?"
I coughed. "Abbs."
"Told ya."
Lucy giggled. "It's so good to see you again."
"What are you doing in D.C.?"
"I'm actually considering moving here."
"Wait. What about Tyler?"
She started playing with her fingers. "Well, that's kinda the thing. I'm leaving him."
"What? Why?"
As I was looking at Lucy, I noticed a purple mark on the back of her neck. I couldn't see much more but I hoped it wasn't that bad. I decided not to say anything.
"I gotta get going, Abbs. I'll meet up with you later."
I walked out. I hoped Lucy was ok but it wasn't my business to pry. If she was in an abusive relationship, she was getting out of it now. If she wasn't, maybe my mind was going crazy from the lack of action.