A/N: This is just a short, random pointless ficlet introducing you a little to Terry, Abby's lab assistant.

Terry John Smith ran up the stairs to his loft flat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Bollocks, shitty, bollocks. Damnitty damn damn." He swore vehemently, as he tripped up on the overturned carpet. "Fuck this bloody carpet. Fuck this bloody flat and those bloody bills and-" He crashed into the ceiling. "Fuck."

Terry spent a few seconds looking at the tiny window. "I hate Washington."

"I'd be careful of saying that in America, my friend."

Terry turned in the pitch black to peer at the voice. "Who the hell are you?"

A hand groped for the light switch, and a dim bulb appeared a foot above in the hall. "Lonnie Pitch. I'm a student." He explained, as Terry peered into the other man's flat. "That's why I'm in this dump."

"I'm a federal employee… that's why I'm living in this dump. Oh, and because I burst my bank as I didn't have medical insurance when I basically broke every bone in my body… well, actually just my carpals, metacarpals, ulna, humerus, clavicle, phalanges, fibula, calcaneus, talus, and my lateral cuneiform bone… I was run over by a car then a bike."

"Are you a medical… federal dude?"

"Oh, not really, I work in forensics. But I get obsessed… with things."

"Ah, do you… y'know, want some ice for that bump? I think my electricity might be on…"

"Thanks mate. I might take you up on the ice some other day, but I was only nipping home to grab some tea bags then head back out. Duty calls."

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Abby stood, hands on hips, waiting for Terry to walk through the door, a lump forming on his brow, "You're late."

Terry chose to argue, "I'm three hours early, Doctor Back."

"You're late."

Terry pitied the woman's husband, "Yes, Doctor. I'm sorry."

"Be on time next… time."

Terry looked at her. "That's odd…"

"What?"

Terry watched the three women bearing down on him, saying words. What were those words? It was odd, he thought he felt a little dizzy. Ah, he'd be fine, just dand-

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There was a bright light above his head, Terry looked up at it in horror, only one thing was that colour that shade, that… expensive,

"Shite," he swore, bashing his head off the pillow. "I'm in a hospital."

A doctor in scrubs leant over him, "Howdy. You are indeed, Mr Smith. I'm Doctor Speares, you've broken a few bones…"

Terry shifted himself up and began hitting his head off the board. The doctor stopped him, "What are you doing?!"

Terry looked at him, "I'm trying to get myself into a coma, you eejit."

I did say random and pointless. You may have gathered (and if not I'm about to tell you) that 1) Terry is very, very broke, 2) Terry doesn't have much of a life, 3) Terry has extreme clumsiness issues, 4) Terry has a Fear/Stand Up Too If Feeling Suicidal relationship with Abby, and 5) Terry is Lucas' long lost brother, okay, scratch 5, I was just messing and he ended up a little like a shyer (ruder if at all possible) Lucas.