A/N: I am continuing set of stories linking my favourite shows to my profession, Theatre. I figure that with all the moving around the people in my favourite shows do, they are bound to encounter Theatre one or twice. PLEASE R&R so I can know if this is working or not. Look for other stories in this series including the already published Criminal Intent "Has the Character" and to include House MD, Torchwood and CSI.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or any of the bits of Plays or Stories... just the situations in which they collide.

Abby was used to babysitting her cousin. Not that Jayson was supposed to know it was babysitting, he was just supposed to think that every time his parents needed to go somewhere, his cousin showed up to hang out. The seventeen year-old was beyond being that naive but since he thought Abby was freaking awesome, and she knew that, it was ok. He let himself be covertly babysat.

"What's this?" Abby asked as she pointed to a mottled-cover notebook on his desk. She'd been watching him play Bioshock while she was fiddling with one of the spikes on her bracelet.

"Drama Notebook. We use it in class, put stuff in it. Monologues we rehearsed, whateverthehellelse she tells us to. An 'Inspiration Book', she calls it. It's alright. It helps me organize things anyway." Jayson was working some puzzle with pipes that Abby could have worked out in seconds, but he was doing alright so she decided not to interfere.

"Oh, so can I look through it? I mean if it is personal I won't but I am curious. Whateveryouwantthough." They definitely were related, they had a habit of speaking with the same run-together quick-as-lightning fashion that made no sense to people not of Sciuto descent.

"Yeah you can look. There's cool stuff in there. I take after you, I like to research."

"Oh darn right you do. You know it kid, the deeper the search, the more thorough the re-search, the more fun the eventual answer. Life is a giant mystery and- oooh, Theatre posters!"

"Yeah some of those are pretty cool. I had to research designs for a set for a test. We had to describe how we would stage MacBeth. Awesome, yeah?"

"Yeah." Abby flipped through more pages, occasionally 'ooh'ing or making a comment about something in the scribblings that overflowed the notebook. She stopped on one page and read for a minute. Then she opened the notebook flat and set it on the desk. She slammed her hand down on top of the page.

"Another sheet of paper, get me another sheet of paper. Jayson, what IS this?" He scrambled to pause his game and drag a sheet of paper out of the printer. Abby was fumbling around on the floor through a pile of pens that had made their way to the corner of the desk instead of the drawer. Jayson looked at the page she had her hand pressed against.

"Its a monologue Abbs. From a play. Sam Shepard. He wrote it. It is called Buried Child. We had to find a monologue that described something that couldn't happen in real life, and tell how we would stage it."

"Sam Shepard, Shepard..." Abby was copying the words as fast as she could, tongue poked out from one corner of her mouth. "The name sounds familiar."

"He's an actor too." Jayson stared at how concentrated she was on the writing, and how bizarre it was that she was suddenly so focused. That was an out of character trait for Abby for sure.

"Ew, that guy from The Notebook?" Abby made a face at the name of the movie. "He's done other things too." Jayson replied and Abby said "I bet Tony knows all about him. I bet he didn't know he wrote things like this though."

She copied a few moments more and then stopped. "Done." she said. Jayson looked at her for a second as she folded the paper. She picked the notebook back up and started flipping pages. As he turned back to the computer screen she said to him "Look out for that guy with the lead pipe on your- I told you he was there."