I know I've been slacking with this story but I've been working a lot, plus I'm moving so I've been really busy. Give me a break.

Chapter 7: Go forth and read!


Catherine had been acting strange around Abby for the some reason. As a matter of fact so had Nick. It was like they knew something she didn't. Abby just decided to ignore them. The dayshift trace lab tech had asked to take her shift. He said he needed the money for something or the other. Abby didn't care. All she heard was day off.

"Did something happen?" Abby asked her father on the drive home that morning.

"Like what?" Grissom asked glancing at her.

"I don't know." Abby shrugged. "Nick and Catherine were acting weird."

"Nothing happened that I know of sweetheart."

"Whatever," She was too tired to try and even start to think of what was going on.


Abby woke up around 4PM. There were a few boxes left in her room that needed to be unpacked. So instead of heading straight to the shower she opted to unpack them. She opened the first two boxes and pulled out her turntables. She set them on the table her father had found her in the garage. The next two boxes were full of records. Abby decided to cut the tabs off the boxes and leave them in there since they fit so well. The last box was her mixing board. She thought she had a good grip on it but she was wrong and ended up dropping it on the floor.

Her eyes went wide. That mixing board was not cheap and she sure didn't have the money to get a new one right now. She stood there staring at the board in shock. "Please work, please work, please work." Abby pleaded with the mixing board. She hooked it up with the rest of her system and tested it. Nothing. "Alright, shower time."


Luckily Abby had traded her shift for the night with the day shift trace analyst. He had begged her. Something about needing the money. Considering she lived with her father and therefore didn't have to pay rent, or any of the household bills for that matter, she let him have her shift.

Abby knew there was one person she could go to that could hook her up with a new mixing board without her having to go broke.

"I'm too old to be going clubbing." She said out loud to the mirror after she had gotten dressed. She was wearing black leggings that went down to mid calf, a white skirt that came down to mid thigh and a red off the shoulder skirt. She accessorized a pair of white heals and a red headband. She let her bangs hang in her face. Sure she couldn't exactly see as well, but fashion over function right?

Admittedly Abigail Grissom wasn't the most coordinated person so walking down the stairs in heals was something she has to take great care in. I seriously should have waited until I got downstairs to put these on. She found her father in his office doing something or the other with his bugs.

"Hello father of mine whom I love so much." Abby started.

"What do you want?" He knew that tone all too well.

"Can you drop me off on your way to work?"

He turned to face her and noticed her outfit. "You're not going to work in that?"

"I'm not going to work. I traded my sift."

"Then where are you going?"

"I need to see a man about a mixing board and I don't want to deal with parking."

"You know I don't like him," Grissom told her giving her a disapproving look.

"Thanks for the update," Abby tried to lighten the mood and inevitable conversation that was looming. "He's still my friend."

"He broke your heart."

"Yeah well that's not the reason you don't like him," she said under her breath.

"Pardon me?"

"Look I broke my mixing board this afternoon and I need a new one," Abby explained. "He's this only person I know that can get new one with me having to drain my bank account. Are you going to drop me off because if not I can drive myself."

"How are you going to get home?" Grissom asked her.

"I'm 28 years old. If I can't find a ride home, I shouldn't be allowed outside."


The music was loud and the club was full. Abby was impressed. She remembered when she used to hang out there; it was an out of the way underground club. She felt weird. She always told herself that she would not be one of those old people that still went clubbing and she was obviously one of the oldest people there.

The DJ booth was on a raised circular platform in the middle of the room and there he was, headphones covering one ear as he scratched. Abby waved at him when he happened to look in her direction. He stopped the music.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a legend has just walked through the door." He announced. Abby's eyes went wide.

"What the hell are you doing?" Abby signed to him. Nash had learned sin language when they were dating so he could talk to her grandmother.

"Come up here." Nash called over the sound system. Abby shook her head no. "Don't make me come down there and get you." She shook her head no again. "Alright…" Nash climbed down from the DJ booth and made his way through the crowd and over to Abby. He took her hand and led her back over to the DJ booth.

"Look I really don't do this in front of people anymore," she pleaded trying to get him to leave her alone. "I just came to ask you a favor." She told him once they were both in the booth.

"Well if you want your favor then get to work," he told her simply and chucked a pair of headphones at her.

Abby sighed and dug out a few records. She found Ladytron, Blood Brothers, CSS, Muse and just to be cute she pulled out some Duran Duran. She started off with He Took Her To A Movie and as usual the whole thing just evolved from there. A half-hour later Abby was tired. She put on Hungry Like The Wolf and decided that she was done after that song. The song ended and she announced that she was done for the day. Nash called someone else to take over and they both exited the booth. He pointed over to a table in the corner that was surrounded by familiar faces.

"Don't you guys have lives?" Abby questioned her old friends as she reached them.

"Hey, you're here too." Jasmine defended.

"I see you haven't grown out of your crazy hair days." Abby teased. Her hair was indeed crazy. The left side was black and the right was magenta.

"And I see your all grown up." Geoff teased her back.

Abby pulled up a chair and joined them. She said hello to her friends Ginger and Crystal. They all sat around ad reminisced for a while.


"I came to ask you a favor," Abby remembered. They were having so much fun hanging out with each other that she had forgotten she was there for a reason.

"That's right. What do you need my dear?" Nash asked.

"Call me an idiot but I dropped my mixing board and it's broken now," Abby started. "I need a new one but they cost way too much and I figured you would know where I could get a decent one without having to break bank."

"First of all, you're an idiot," the whole table erupted in laugher. "Second, today is your lucky day. I just got a new one so you can have my old one."

"Seriously? You're just going to let me have it? Just like that?" She couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, unless you want to pay me for it, which believe me I wouldn't mind."

"No, I'll take it." Abby was excited to not have to drop a ton of money on a mixing board. "Oh by the way guys, I can one of you drive me home?"

"I'll do it," Nash said a little too quickly. Abby didn't think anything of it at the time though. "We can pick the board up and take it back to your place."

"Alright, sweet."


After they club was all locked up Nash and Abby got into his car and headed to his apartment.

"How's the new job?" he asked her from the driver's seat.

"Good," Abby answered him. "Considering I would be working with my friends, I wasn't really worried about it."

A short time later Nash had unlocked his apartment door. Abby walked in a flopped down on the couch. Nash came and sat next to her.

If I don't say something now, I might never get her back. Nash thought to himself as he glanced at Abby. She had kicked her shoes off and had sunken into the couch.


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