„What is this?" Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo asked curiously, picking up a bottle from a table. It had no writings or markings on it, just plain white plastic.
He carefully turned the bottle cap off and smelled it with interest.
He immediately started coughing and tried to put the bottle back to the table as fast as he could.
A bit too quickly. The mysterious bottle fell over and poured it's whitish liquid all over the table. Tony quickly picked it up and placed the bottle cap back where it belonged.
But the liquid wasn't visible on the table, as Tony quickly noticed. Maybe it was just whitish water?
He heard a sound of disapproval from his right and looked around like a puppy who has been caught on an evildoing.
"Nice, Tony," a sarcastic voice of his partner, Ziva David, said. She was looking at the now half empty bottle. "Do you realize what you just did?"
Tony looked at the bottle with a look of guilt.
"No, not really, but..." He couldn't finish his explanation.
"You should tell her," Ziva hissed quietly. Tony didn't have time to answer.
"It's ready!" Abby's excited voice filled the lab when she returned from the back room where she had prepared something she wanted to show Tony and Ziva.
"I downloaded the contents to this memory stick," she explained, waving with a black memory stick with a picture of skull on it. "Now I'm going to put it in my computer," she did the aforementioned, "download the contents into this computer and put the pieces together in here."
Tony and Ziva just looked at her.
"But you don't need to know that."
Abby placed her right hand on her mouse and moved it in necessary directions.
Then she reached her hands towards the keyboard.
Tony drew in his breath. The mysterious liquid covered the keyboard too. He opened his mouth to warn Abby, but then stopped. Maybe it didn't do anything. Maybe there was no reason to reveal that he had pushed the bottle over.
Meanwhile Abby placed her fingers on her keyboard to start typing.
"You're gonna love this," she squealed with excitement.
She could press down the first couple of keys, but when she tried to move her fingers, she found that she couldn't. She tried to pull her hands free. And again. Without luck.
"What the...?"
"Is something wrong, Abby?" Ziva asked concerned.
Abby was silent for some time.
"I can't get my fingers off the keyboard," she exclaimed after ten seconds, which seemed to Tony like ten minutes.
Ziva frowned and picked up the same white bottle that Tony had pushed over before. She smelled it carefully.
"Super glue," she told Abby, quickly capping the bottle again. "I told you you should have told her," she hissed at Tony angrily.
"Well, you were very helpful too, thank you," he fired back sarcastically.
"I did not need to be helpful. It is not my mess."
Abby looked at them with wide eyes.
"You wanna say that you did that?" she asked Tony and Ziva accusingly.
Ziva raised her hands in defense. "Don't look at me."
Abby turned to Tony, squinting her eyes at him.
"You," she said menacingly, pointing a keyboard towards him. He backed up. "You wait here."
Then she turned to Ziva. "Could you please bring me that green bottle from the back room?" she asked her friend.
"Sure."
Ziva went to the back room and looked around. She could count six green bottles.
"Um, Abby?" she called hesitantly, sticking her head out of the door.
"What?"
"Which one of the green bottles?"
"The one with the skull on it."
"Okay." Ziva turned back to examine the green bottles. Three of them had a skull on them. "Which one of those, Abby?"
"With the black cap."
Ziva sighed as she saw that two of the three bottles which had a skull on them had a black cap. She took them both with her.
"You should really learn how to describe things, Abby."
Abby acted like she didn't hear that. "Could you pour that on my fingers?"
Ziva looked at the bottles and picked the one closest to her. She uncapped it and was starting to pour it on Abby's fingers when she stopped her with loud screaming.
"ZIVA!"
Ziva looked up, confused. "What?" she asked.
Abby pulled away from her. "What is wrong with you?"
Ziva didn't understand. "I do not know what you mean."
"Why are you trying to pour battery acid on my fingers?!" Abby demanded.
Ziva looked at the bottle she was holding. "That is battery acid?"
"YES. I wanted you to bring that one," Abby explained, pointing at the other green bottle.
Ziva looked at the bottles more closely.
"How do you know which one is the one you want? They look exactly the same."
"Because," Abby told her matter-of-factly, "the battery acid has a little white dot on the cap."
Ziva sighed and took the other bottle. "This one?" she asked with a quizzical look.
Abby nodded.
While Ziva was pouring the liquid onto Abby's fingers, Tony tried to sneak away quietly.
"Don't move!" both women yelled at him. He stopped in his tracks with a fearful look. "I am not done with you yet," Abby announced.
"Thank you," she told Ziva when she finally got her fingers free.
She started approaching Tony and stopped when she was two feet away from him.
"It was an accident! I didn't mean for it to happen!" Tony explained.
"But you didn't tell me," Abby accused, pointing a finger at him. "That means a part of you wanted to see what happens."
"I didn't know it was a super glue, for God's sake! How am I supposed to know if you don't put the names of the contents on your bottles?"
Abby looked thoughtful. "You better watch your back. No one knows what could happen," she concluded.
Tony practically ran out of the lab. Abby turned to Ziva with a wide smile.
"I should still pull a prank on him."
"If the glue sticks."
"Yeah, it did stick," Abby said, looking at the table. It had super glue all over it. "But the saying is 'if the shoe fits'."
"Same difference. What do you plan on doing?"
Abby smiled wickedly. "I know a perfect one. But it will be a surprise."
To Be Continued...
...in the next chapter.
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