"Gibbs," the over energetic goth jumped towards him, "Gibbs!"
"Whatcha' got Abs?" Gibbs handed her a full extra large Caf-Pow, seeing her smile get impossibly larger once it was in her hands.
She turned back to her computers, pulling up DNA strands then dragging it to her other screen before double clicking to make it pop up on her big screen, "See that," Abby pointed to the two strands, an obvious match, "this DNA matches the same DNA we found at our scene, those points, that's a fifteen point match Gibbs, fifteen points! That really rare, like the same chances of you getting hit by a meteor and attacked by a shark, at the same time, that's ra-"
"I get it, Abs, it's rare. That all you got?" Gibbs shifted weight from foot to foot, patience running thin.
"Gibbs, this is like the biggest thing ever. You're gonna love me forever
and-"
"Abby, come on!" A glare grew over his face.
Caf-Pow settled on the desk, her pigtails flopping in anticipation, and her hands spread almost into a jazz hand, she grabbed the remote device, "this DNA belongs to Jenny Shepard," Abby clicked and the top DNA strand was pulled away from the matched bottom strand, "and this one belongs to Haley Lawson," Abby paused and looked at Gibbs he had turned and was about t the threshold.
"Abs, good work," his voice echoed and the elevator pinged, Abby took off after him.
"Gibbs! Wait!" She tugged him out of the elevator, "I have something else!"
Gibbs stood behind her anxiously waiting, one hand on his coffee and the other in his pocket.
Abby held the clicker once again, "this, is our well loved late director," she clicked and a shot of Jenny flashing a smile at some camera appeared on the screen, "and this, is Haley Lawson," Abby clicked and a photo of an equally gorgeous woman appeared on the screen, next to the photo of Jenny.
"That's the same woman," Gibbs brow furrowed and he glared at the screen, "where'd you get that, Abs?"
She pointed to the Jenny photo, "that's off the NCIS data-base, and the other is off 'Haley Lawson's Facebook page."
Gibbs took in the two photos, he knew, both were his beloved Jenny, one looked like her, and the other was a thinner, frailer version, with a blonde wig looking thing. Then he asked the inevitable, "what's a Facebook?"
Abby did a double take, "Gibbs, it's this website where you put like- everything, you do name and age, and photos, tons and tons of photos."
Gibbs nodded in understanding, "Can we talk to her?"
"That's the whole point in Facebook, you can make a page for old high school friends, or just chat with people, here I'll show you," she pulled up the site and logged on, pointing to the bottom of the screen, "See, Timmy's online!"
"Abs, what does that mean?" Gibbs crossed his arms, sighing.
"We can chat," Abby opened a chat and sent 'Hi! I'm showing Gibbs Facebook!'
In a few seconds McGee replied, "oh hey boss, I'm just getting back to work!"
Abby nudged Gibbs, "see, so you could talk to Timmy."
Gibbs glared for a couple seconds, "Could I talk to her?"
"Well, you'd have to make an account, and by you, I mean me. But it's not that simple, Jenny would have accept your request and that's not that likely," Gibbs eyebrows furrowed once more, "but, I'm sure she will if she can!"
"Can I see her?" Gibbs voice was gruff and hoarse.
"Oh sure, let me pull it up," within ten clicks Jenny was on the screen, he sucked in air.
The photo, was Jenny, or Haley, as she was now known as, she was thinner than she had been in May when she died. Her face was thin, cheeks seemed gaunt and hollow, glancing to her neck, normally thin, you could see her jugular. A scar ran a few inches from the side.
Her smile was the same however, still was bright and white, making him smile. Jenny was alive.
It was his Jenny, she looked like hell and been through it, but it was Jenny. Now all he had to do was find her.
Gibbs façade had slipped away, much like Jenny's life had, his voice was thick, full of emotion, "Abby, where is she?"
Abby turned, shocked that the Gibbs-man was on tears edge, "uh, she's in Tomball, Texas. Her geo-tag shows it," Abby paled slightly, "Gibbs, I think she wanted us to find her."
Gibbs took one more look before turning on his heel, "Get me that address, Abs, and book me the next flight to Tomball, or the closest area airport."
Abby saluted him, "Yes sir, Gibbs!"