Disclaimer: I hate having to say this every time I post, but alas, it must be done. I do not own NCIS
A/N: to tell you the truth, I don't know what a/n means. I just put it there because this is where Jenni put her prestory ramblings. Okay…the little mermaid just came on my speakers and I lost my train of thought…thinks . Ah yes, this chapter may amuse some people, but next chapter, chuckles evil chuckle You'll know my opinion of some people…a person. Now that I'm done talking about stupid things in this nice a/n boxish type thing I'm going to let you get to the important stuff.
"Enora," Tony said with distaste, "where'd she get the name Enora?
"From her parents I suppose," Kate responded as she tried to concentrate on her work rather than Tony's lack of concentration (or was it his eyes). She mentally kicked herself for such a thought and got strait back to the task at hand. Tony sat still for a moment (which happens to be quite a huge feat for him). Kate stared for a second, expecting some snide remark. She rolled her eyes, "Now what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing I'm going to tell you about," Tony replied happily.
"Whatever, Tony."
Gibbs' phone rang. No one paid attention, but a minute later Gibbs hung up the phone and grabbed his keys from his desk and his gun from his desk drawer. "Kate, get the Sudan. Tony, get McGee, Ducky, and Jimmy and meet Kate at the front, pronto. I'll be there soon." Both Kate and Tony followed orders, but Gibbs headed toward the elevator before going outside.
"So," Abby said, nodding her head. The elevator ride with Enora had been quiet, too quiet for comfort. Then, after she had shown Enora around the lab, discussion topics had been minimal.
"Yes?" Enora probed.
"Well, it's too quiet. Let's talk about something!" Abby said. She tried to remain enthusiastic and friendly despite her jealousy and that overwhelming feeling like Enora was going to steal 'her man' (even though they weren't exactly dating or anything).
"Okay, well…like what?"
"Do you have any nicknames?" Abby asked.
"Not really, unless you want me to share the ones my mother gave me when I was five." She said sarcastically. Abby chuckled.
"Although that would be extremely entertaining I'm sure, that's not the kind of nickname I was looking for. And since you said that you didn't have one I'm definitely going to have to make one for you."
"Okay, well, I'm not complaining…yet."
"Right," Abby said with yet another chuckle. "Okay," she thought for a moment, "I guess calling you Nora would just get annoying, right?" Enora nodded. "And En just sounds weird. Hmmmm…what's your middle name?"
Enora sighed, "If you must know, Gwendolyn."
"Hey, that's actually a relatively normal middle name compared to…never mind." Abby had to remind herself not to blab.
"Who?" Enora inquired.
"Oh, well, whoever this person may be, he or she would definitely kill me if I told anyone so, I'll keep that to myself."
"If you must. I doubt I would know him or her anyways," Enora said. Abby shrugged and Enora saw it. Her eyes lit up and she would have continued to question Abby if Gibbs had not interrupted.
"Abby, Enora," Gibbs said as he poked his head in quickly.
"Yes, Sir Gibbs?" Abby replied. Gibbs made a confused face for a moment, but decided he didn't have time to inquire about her random laps into Shakespeare.
"We're all going to a crime scene, hold down the fort, k?" Gibbs said.
"Of course I shall, Sir Gibbs! Bye bye." Was her energetic reply.
"Bye Abbs," Gibbs hesitated, "and bye Enora."
"Bye boss," Enora replied. Abby shot the now closed elevator door a dirty look before returning to the semi-normal course of conversation.