Abby collides with Garcia! This was my favorite part to write so far.

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Abby Sciuto's music was blasting through her lab. McGee popped his head through the door, with a doting Penelope Garcia tagging along behind him, carrying a bag full of two laptops and plenty of cords. Walking in, Garcia could hardly help but think that it looked awfully dark down in the lab. There was loud music blasting, a few… Halloween decorations left over, and—was the scientist wearing platform boots and all black?

She is not going to mesh well with me, I can tell already.

"Abbs… Abby!" McGee had to shout over the music. Once she turned it down, he introduced Garcia.

"Hi, um, I'm Penelope Garcia." She shook Abby's hand. "I work for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. I'm here to help you… run programs and, well, analyze things."

"Hello!" Abby caught Garcia off guard in a hug. This confused her greatly. "I'm Abby! What do you want me to call you?"

"Well, the team calls me Garcia. I'm—uh, going to set up… somewhere," she was almost afraid of Abby. Her outward darkness contrasted greatly with what appeared to be light shining inside of her.

"You can go set up at my desk. I almost never use it," Abby said, smiling. "McGee, has anyone seen Gibbs? He always wants to know something. Plus, I'm in need of a major Caf-Pow boost."

"Not since before the FBI got here. He hasn't been around yet. He was supposed to be with Vance, but he hasn't come back," McGee said.

A small barking noise came from the other end of the lab. A small puppy was standing and pawing at the door, obviously not big enough to hit the sensor to open it. Garcia had been walking towards the door when the puppy began barking, and it startled her. She knew there were teams out there that were unorthodox, but puppies?

"That's Semira. She's training to be a seeing eye dog!" She turned to McGee. "You don't think Gibbs will be mad that I'm doing the whole, Substitute Volunteer Puppy Raiser thing again, do you?"

"Nope. Well, I think I'll leave you two alone," McGee said.

"Here," Abby said, moving towards the door. It opened automatically, and she helped Garcia set up her laptops on the desk. She put her headset on, and hooked it up wirelessly to the laptop. "Those are pretty cool pieces of technology," Abby admired.

"Thanks, this one's the FBI's and the other one's my personal laptop." Garcia started typing, but paused. "Uh, Abby?"

"Yes?"

"Are you… goth?"

"Goth?" Abby sighed. "Why does everyone think I'm goth?" She seemed a little upset by the remark. "I'm a scientist."

"Oh, of course, I just thought, because of the black and all," Garcia said. When Abby's mood didn't change, she just shook her head. "Never mind. I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious."

"Oh, alright then. I'll leave you to… do what you do." Abby turned, bringing the small yapping puppy with her. "Semira, you'll have to be quiet if Gibbs comes down."

Garcia still wondered who this mysterious Gibbs person was. As soon as the sliding door closed, Abby on the other side, she set out to run basic background checks on both Agent Gibbs and Abby Sciuto, but was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Hey baby girl…"

"You've reached the confused goddess of technology, outside of her realm here," Garcia said into the headset. "Tell me you've got something to distract me."

"Confused?" Morgan faked a shocked voice. "Darlin', I don't want to know what their scientist is doing to you."

"She is a scientist, that's for sure. It was made clear."

"Well… anyway, according to Ziva, the media was delivered several different letters from people claiming to be the killer. She says that Abby Sciuto has copies, and Hotch wants copies for Reid to go through," Morgan said.

"Hold up, you call her Ziva?" Garcia teased him about everything.

"That's what she wanted us to call her," Morgan said defensively.

"Derek Morgan, you better not get promiscuous on me, young man," Garcia said.

"Garcia… strictly professional work. You too, there. I heard you might get along pretty well with this scientist of theirs."

"I'm not so sure I want to know her too well. She wears all black and listens to loud music blaring in her lab. Plus, she has a puppy. A puppy! Right here, in the lab! As much as I love puppies, Morgan, and you know I do, it's just odd."

"Well, talk to her for me," Morgan said.

"Eh, maybe," Garcia said, cutting off the line.

Reid was handed an envelope by a woman dressed in black and a lab coat. "These are all the papers you'll need, about the letters that were sent to the media outlets and news stations."

"Thanks, uh—"

"Abby Sciuto, forensic scientist. By the way, do you know the not-so-bubbly tech downstairs?"

"Yeah," Reid looked confused. "Why? Did she break something?"

"No, I just don't think she likes me much. Maybe if I set out some calming herbs or light some candles?"

"I don't know if that'll do it for her," Reid said.

"Does she chant? Because I can chant, too."

"Is it really necessary for you to chant?"

"Well, the lab is getting a lot of negative energy from her," Abby said.

JJ interjected. "Maybe, I'll head back down with you," she suggested. "I'll talk to her."

"Well, I'm going to drop something else off at autopsy on the way down," Abby said. "But you're welcome to come with me. Two really nice guys work there."

Tony's voice came in, interrupting. "No one needs to see the autopsy gremlin."

"Tony, why are you in such a bad mood?" Abby frowned.

"Long story, Abbs."

"We can go down now." Abby turned and JJ followed her back to the elevator.

The puppy was nipping at Garcia's skirt as she sat in the chair, typing and programming as quickly as she could into the computer.

"Down, down doggy," she said. She tried her hardest to remember the name of the puppy. "Selina, Semina—"

"Semira," Abby's voice came.

"Right, she was just… nibbling at my skirt." Garcia patted the puppy's head. "No harm done."

"Garcia, I think you and Abby got off on the wrong foot." JJ turned her head between the two.

"Maybe we can share some details about ourselves to make it easier to work together," Abby said. "I'll go first. I make sandwiches for the food kitchen, help raise puppies to be seeing-eye dogs, and I go bowling with my team on weeknights."

"You bowl with the team from NCIS?" Garcia seemed surprised.

"No, my team of nuns."

"Oh, well. I volunteer counseling with the families of victims, and I play role-playing games online a lot." Garcia was trying.

"Great! Well, you both seem like happy people. I think Garcia was a little scared by the Halloween decorations. It's still the summer," JJ said.

"No, these aren't the Halloween decorations!" Abby pointed over at the skeleton. "His name is Adam. Once you name something you can't just leave him in a box somewhere."

"Is that hippo wearing a dog collar?" Garcia looked at Bert.

"It matches mine," Abby said. She picked up Bert and he made the farting noise.

Both JJ and Garcia froze and looked at each other.

"It was the hippo… he farts sometimes," Abby said, smiling.

Garcia wasn't sure how comfortable she could get with this.

So, this chapter was really all Garcia and Abby. I promise, their relationship will get better. I just thought it'd be funny if Garcia was frightened by Abby's dark clothes, seeing as how she wears her colors proudly.

I think Gibbs is going to come back in the next chapter. I think. At the very least, it will be revealed what he's been doing the whole time… DUNDUNDUN.