Sep 21
It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
Rose Kennedy (1890 - 1995)
Abby Scuito grinned as Jenny walked into her lab. Temporarily abandoning her entomological report, she scurried over to the redhead and enveloped her in a hug.
To her credit, Jenny didn't even need to take a step back. Abby had trained her well.
She released her friend, caught her by the hand and briefly wondered if the Director's protection detail would jump on her for touching the redhead, and dragged her over to her workstation.
"We need to talk," she insisted.
Jenny just looked bemused. "About what?"
"We can discuss Tony, Ziva and that supply closet next to Legal later," Abby babbled.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Jenny gently pointed out.
Abby's eyes lit up. "Scars. Gibbs showed me his scar yesterday, the one where he got shot in the butt? So today, everyone who comes to my lab needs to show me an interesting scar."
"Do I want to know why Jethro showed you that scar?" Jenny wondered out loud.
"Because I asked!" Abby beamed.
Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "Okay. Hang on." She began to unbutton her crisp Oxford shirt, Abby keeping an eye on the door in case anyone should wander in. It wouldn't do for Tony to snap a picture.
"Here." Abby looked at Jenny's upper back, just below her right shoulder blade. A neat scar cut across her fair skin.
"What happened?" Now the Goth was intrigued.
Jenny began to button her shirt back up. "Israel. Knife. I'm sure Ziva would happily give you the details, and then you could ask her about this supply closet business."
Abby grinned. An excellent idea.