Pack up…her…things? Gibbs can't be serious thought McGee, but Gibbs was not a joking man. Which meant that Abby…Abby was really…gone. Tim turned around and walked back to the elevator. Everything seemed so surreal, so distant. When he reached Abby's lab her music was still playing at full volume, no one had even bothered to turn it off. The music made him feel as if Abby was still right at her desk, working at the computer, so he left it.
…hello I am your mind
giving you someone to talk to,
hello…
He meandered over to her desk, everything still intact, everything in its usual place; even the last giant soda she was drinking was still there. As far as anyone else knew if they walked in here, Abby was still here. Tim wanted to believe that too, he really, really did.
…if I smile and don't
believe,
soon I know I'll wake from this dream…
He grabbed a box and gently started to lie each of Abby's things inside. With every piece he put in the box, a part inside him died, never to be happy again. Finally, everything of hers was packed away, except for the CD that was playing. McGee ejected it and let the deafening silence fill the room. He found the case and was about to place it in the box when he had a second thought. He decided to pocket the CD, it could be his little piece of Abby to remember her by, not that he needed any help. The incurable ache inside would always remind him of Abby. He went back to the elevator then back down to the autopsy room.
