Aug 29
The friendship between me and you I will not compare to a chain; for that the rains might rust, or the falling tree might break. – William Penn
"Hello?" Abby called out. Her voice shook slightly, afraid of who might have just stepped off the elevator.
If it was Tony, she would never live this down. If it was Ziva, it would never be spoken of again. If it was McGee, she would have to explain everything before she could escape. Gibbs would threaten to kill whoever had done this to her, Ducky would fuss over her and Palmer would simply freeze in the doorway.
She was holding out for Ziva. The Israeli would understand on some level and would never breathe a word about it to anyone. She was good at keeping secrets.
But it was not Ziva who stepped into the lab.
"Good morning, Abby," Jenny smiled.
The Goth raised her eyebrows as the redhead glanced at her current predicament. Sometimes it was a very bad idea to be caught by her boss. She watched the Director's eyes as they took in the situation.
"Okay, this is not what it looks like," Abby began. At the soft smirk on Jenny's lips, she found herself continuing. "Tony told me they thought Corporal Bowering committed suicide but they weren't sure if he could shoot himself in the head while chained to his office chair, so I thought I'd chain myself to my chair and see what my range of movement was, and it turns out that I have a pretty good range of movement with my hands chained to the arms but I haven't got enough room to get myself free..."
Jenny smiled. "Are the keys to hand or will I need to pick the locks?" she asked.
Abby sighed in relief. "The keys are over there." She nodded her head towards Major Mass Spec. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Jenny reassured her. "And next time, think about the escape plan before you end up trapped."
