Tim walked into Abby's lab and was aware from the entrance that something wasn't quite right.
Abby's normal selection of music had been replaced by the strong beat of a marching band. The music was so loud that Tim had to cover his years before heading towards Abby to see what she had found.
"Abby!" McGee yelled once but Abby didn't hear him. "ABBY!" he yelled louder and Abby whipped around her pigtails flying.
"McGee!" Abby returned and touched her computer keyboard, the music suddenly stopped.
"What were you listening too?" McGee asked as he came closer to Abby's work table.
"I downloaded the Gunnery Sargent's music from his phone, and I believe the last piece we just heard was the Marines Hymn. Pretty catchy huh?" Abby smiled and Tim shook his head.
"What else did you get from the phone?"
"A long list of Marine Band music. I guess he liked to listen to the stuff even in his off hours." Abby started. "I have to tell you that Sousa guy wrote a lot of music..." Abby continued.
"Abby, I don't care how much music this guy had on his cell phone. Can you share with me something that I'd be able to use?"
"Well the list of phone numbers wasn't all that long. Looks like he liked to call this number a lot..." Abby handed Tim the phone list. The number written down came up several times, and the phone calls never lasted more than a few seconds. McGee looked at the numbers more closely and realized that they looked vaguely familiar.
"Anything else?" Tim asked.
"I'm still waiting on Major Mass Spectrometer to rule out anything in his blood.. I can e-mail you the results when they come in." Abby offered and turned back to the other machines. McGee nodded his head and went to leave the lab as Abby turned the marching music back on.
There was something about the number that made him pause as he got back to his desk. Pulling out his cell phone he looked at the numbers listed and it came as a concern to realize that the dead man had been calling Kya.
Kya unlocked the front door of her house, came in and rested her things in the living room. She pulled at the pins that she had holding her hair up and let the heavy locks fall softly around her shoulders. Shrugging her shoulders she took her mail and went into the kitchen to make something to eat. Pulling out some leftovers from the fridge she stuck them into the microwave threw the mail on the counter and went to change out of her uniform and into something more comfortable. The beeping of the microwave alerted Kya that her dinner was hot, and she pulled it out and sat down at her table to eat the food. Looking through her mail, Kya noted that there wasn't anything special and was about to put down the stack when she came across the final envelope. The hand writing looked familiar but with no return address on it she wasn't able to connect it with anyone, opening it several pictures fell to the floor. The first few were of several of the "President's Own" at a ceremony near the White House, the pictures focused mostly on Ryan and the other Trumpeters, another was one of Ryan playing Bugle Taps at Arlington, the last one was of Ryan sleeping, his arms wrapped around his Trumpet. Kya shook her and looked for a note and found nothing with the envelope, Ryan was doing weird things lately, hopefully the Director was going to have words with him soon, missing rehearsal today was just adding to his problems. She put the pictures back into the envelope and walked into the living room to relax.
