Ok, I know I'm a horrible, evil and terrible person…but things have been crazy for me since I moved. I think my friends are finally over the whole "Yay! She's back! Lets spend every waking minute together!" thing (only took them three months), so I get some time to myself now. Plus I got a new job and met a nice boy. So yeah I've been a busy little bee…

Abby sat in the trace lab analyzing a flaky substance that turned out to be doughnut glaze. I could use a doughnut. Abby thought, reading the printout when it came out. In the usual fashion she paged him to come pick up his paperwork. After setting it in the pile Abby sat down and started on her next analysis for Catherine. She sat on her stool and hit play on the CD player. Baby Got back by Sir Mix-A-Lot started playing. Probably not appropriate for work, but did Abby care? Not even a little.

"Well that most certainly isn't work appropriate," Abby heard a voice say from the hallway. She looked up to from her work to see Greg making his way over to her.

"Hi," She greeted as she turned to music off. "What are you doing here?" As far as she knew she didn't have anything running for Greg.

"I'm on a break. I thought I'd come find out when you're going to go out with me," he replied as he took a look down the microscope.

"I did agree to go out with you, didn't I?" Abby asked as she returned to her work.

"Yes you did."

"I bet it's too late to take it back now, huh?" She asked glancing up at him.

"Yes definitely," he was now flipping through the stack of files she had tucked out of the way.

"How's Friday?"

"Friday works," He put down the file he was reading to look at her.

A few minutes later Greg was walking out of the trace lab with a little grin on his face. The date was set. Now he just needed to figure out what they were going to do.

Abby was lost in her own world watching Greg walk away from her lab. He silence was broken when she heard her cell phone go off. It was a text message from Wendy asking what she and Greg were talking about. A second later her phone went off again. It was Mandy with the same question. Abby looked over to the DNA lab then to trace and waved them both over.

"Can I help you two?" Abby asked when they both arrived with expectant looks on their faces.

"You know what we want," Wendy started.

"Spit it out." Mandy demanded.

"Ok geez. We're going out on Friday-"

"Your working Friday. How's that going to happen?" Mandy cut her off.

"If you'd let me finish, I'll tell you," Abby sighed. Sometimes those two could be overbearing. "Obviously we're going out before work."

"What are you going to do?" Wendy asked her.

"He wouldn't tell me." The GCMS beeped and a piece of paper came out of the printer. "Alright, now that I have nothing else to run, I'm going to get a coffee."

"What about us?"

"You have legs don't you? Come with me."

"I can't, I've got a ton of work to do," Wendy told them.

"Yeah, so do I," Mandy added.

"Ok then we'll talk later," Abby told them as they all left the trace lab and headed to their destinations.

Abby was in the break room with her coffee cup sitting at the table. "It's way too quiet in here," Abby said to herself. She hated when it was too quiet so she picked up her cup and decided to take a stroll around the building.

Everyone was too busy to hang out with Abby for a couple minutes. She was starting to get really bored. It wouldn't have been so bad if trace wasn't so slow, at least then she's be able to keep her hands busy.

She yawned as she rounded yet another corner. Snapping herself out of her dazed state for the second time in the span of an hour, she realized where she was. One more person to harass.

"Got time for me?" Abby asked as she poked her head into the office.

"Always," Brass said as he looked up from the paperwork in front of him. "What can I do for you?"

"Trace is slow. I'm bored," Abby sighed. "Entertain me."

"Is that all I'm good for to you?" Brass asked in mock offence.

"Pretty much," Abby giggled. "So, How are you?"

"I'm doing alright. How about you?"

"I'm good," Abby paused. She knew he didn't like talking about her but she had to ask. "How's Ellie?"

"I wouldn't know," his face dropped a little.

"She still won't talk to you either, huh?"

"Nope."

Abby never had any friends at home. She was a free spirit living in a conservative small town. All the other kids thought she was weird and of course the weird kid would fit in Vegas. All her friends were there, which made visiting her father that much better,

Abby and Ellie had been best friends when they were younger. Then Ellie took a wrong turn. Abby tried to talk to her, to get her to see what she was doing to herself but of course that was no use. Then one day Abby finally told her that she refused to be around her until she pulled herself together. That's what set Ellie off.

--Flashback--

"You tell me I need help and then you walk away from me," Ellie yelled. "What kind of shit is that?"

"Listen to me," Abby was trying her best to not yell back at her. "I can't be around you while you destroy yourself. You need help and if your willing to go get it, I'll be there to support you but I'm not going to sit here and watch you destroy yourself."

"Some friend you turned out to be," Ellie snapped at her.

Abby had to take a breath to keep from slapping some sense into her. "If your judgment wasn't so clouded you'd see that I am a good friend and I'm looking out for you."

Ellie refused to ever speak to Abby again after that. All Abby could do was hope she wasn't dead somewhere.

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