Once she finished reading, the letter slipped from Abby's hands. She looked over at McGee, who was already looking at her, his eyes wide.
Neither could think of a single thing to say.
Timothy paced the dim room that was the cyber-crimes lab. It was too early in the morning for any of his co-workers to be there, so he and Abby were the only ones in the lab.
Abby's voice broke the silence.
"So...some unknown entity is out to get the members of our former team…"
Tim stopped pacing and sat on one of the desks near Abby.
He brought his hand to his face. "I don't need to hear it again, Abbs…"
"I wasn't done. The question is, are they gonna go for us all as soon as possible, or are they gonna pick us off one at a time?"
Pictures of a fallen and lifeless Abby flashed through his mind, but were thankfully interrupted by the beeping of a computer.
Abby sighed. "All of the prints on the letter were ours. Whoever this guy is, he's good."
"That's just it, he's good. But we don't even know if it's a he; it could be a woman, or a group of people. We have nothing!"
"Well, we just have to think…who would want us all dead?"
Tim got up and slid into one of the desk chairs in front of a computer.
"Well, any of the criminals that we've ever caught, for sure."
He began typing and Abby jumped of the table and into the spot behind Tim's chair.
"What are you doing now?"
"Trying to access our team's records. It should give us a list of our closed cases and information about them."
"Oh, I get it," she leaned forward, resting her elbows on Tim's shoulders, "You're gonna make a list of all the people we've put in jail."
"Exactly. I can narrow it down to cases from after I joined the team, since the letter also had my name on it, and I can take out the names of people who are in jail or dead, for obvious reasons."
"Wait! Maybe that's it: we're being targeted by a dead person! I saw this thing on TV once where this girl got a really creepy guy put into jail and executed, then he came back to haunt her and make her life miserable because of what she did, and-"
"Abby, I really don't think it's a ghost."
She moved her arms straight out so they rested on top of Tim's.
"It was just a theory…" she pouted.
Just then a small rumbling noise was heard.
"Huh, I guess I haven't really eaten much today…"
Abby pulled her arms back and stood up straight.
"I'll go get some food while you make your list, 'kay?"
"No, Abby, you can't go out alone when someone wants you dead!"
"Oh, come on. I'll stay on the Navy Base, okay? It's super high security, so I'll be perfectly safe."
Tim sighed, "Fine, but keep your cell phone easily accessible, just in case."
"Yeah, yeah." Abby replied as she walked out the door.
She exited the NCIS building and walked down the street toward the Base's grocery store, thinking about what kind of food she should get.
All of a sudden a shot rang out.
She fell to the ground, feeling a sharp pain, but not able to tell where it was.
The last thing she saw was a woman running toward her, yelling for someone around her to call 9-1-1, then it all went dark.
Awww, Abby! I know, you're all mad at me now, right? But don't you worry! I shall make it up to you with much McAbby fluff in the near and distant future.
Also, I'm sorry the chapter is so short, but I barely have the time to write between school, band, and everything else. Plus I'm freaking out because I just got the music for the fourth movement of my marching show like last week and I have to have it memorized by Friday for a performance! Ahhhhh!
