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Placing the hair underneath the microscope, Abby could tell that there was something unusual about it. It was thicker than the average human hair and... she stopped what she was doing. There was someone behind her. Gibbs, she thought. "I know you're there. I don't work in crime investigation for nothing you know," Abby giggled. "Gotcha!" she yelled, turning around. Nothing there, that's strange.

With a tap on the shoulder, Abby jumped and screamed. "Ahhhhh!" It was a high-pitched screech that scared Gibbs almost as much as he had scared her.

"Hi to you to Abbs. I brought you a Caff-Pow, but..." Gibbs paused and looked down to the floor where Abby's highly caffienated drink had been spilled.

"Gibbs, I am so sorry. Crap, hold on. I'll get something to clean it up." Abby looked around for a rag, napkins or paper-towel of some kind.

"Don't worry about it Abbs. You can clean it up later."

"Gibbs, I am not Tony. Messes drive me insane, well at least ones in my lab do."

"Right. Let me help," Gibbs laughed, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiping up the spill. Then carefully, lifted up the empty cup and desposed of it in the trash.

"Wow. Haven't seen a guy with a handkerchief in a long time."

"I'm a little behing on the times. With all the new technology they probably have one that blow your nose for you."

"That was last year. This year they have some that actually help you pick your nose," Abby said, jokingly.

"Ah, yes. I definitely need one of those. Anyway, what do you have for me?"

"Well, I just started looking at it and I haven't had a chance to run any tests." Gibbs stared at her, looking slightly aggraveted, but even more amused. "Oh, don't even try giving me that pissed off look. I think I may have an idea what kind of hair it is."

"What kind of hair? Abby, in all my years of working in the field, I have only known one type of hair."

"Well Gibbs, then apparently you are not as smart as everyone thinks you are. It reminds me of the hair off of my black lab, Sunshine."

"Sunshine Abby?'

"It's and oxy-moron. Anyway, the texture of the hair and the weight of it are like that of a labs. Labradors have hollow hairs, specially made for swimming. Of course, I can't be sure until I run a few tests."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Permission to get back to work of course... boss," Abby joked.

"How long?"

"Well, I need to compare it to..." Abby saw the look on Gibbs' face now. She could tell that he really didn't care what she had to do, he just wanted results. "Three hours."

"You have two."

"In the words of Tony, 'On it boss.' "

Kate knew that the number looked familiar, but she just couldn't place it. "God, where have I heard it before?" she whispered. Think Kate, think, think, think! Maybe she was beating herself up over nothing. Maybe she didn't really know the number at all. Maybe she just wished she did so that she could be more helpful to the case. Maybe, maybe, maybe. All these maybes Kate, but still no answers. "Damn it!"

She flung a few papers off of her desk and then onto the floor. Good thing that she was the only one in the bullpen. McGee and Tony had went down to autopsy while Gibbs was in Abby's lab. Picking the papers up off the floor, she saw it. Kate stared at it incredulously, still unsure if she was reading it right. The number written on the napkin was Abby's new cell phone number. Why would Nick have her new cell phone number. "She only got it about four days ago. Her old one had went hay-wire on her," Kate said with a confused look on her face.

"Got what four days ago?" Tony asked, walking up behind Kate.

"God Tony. Do you ever just give a warning or something? You're almost as sneaky as Gibbs."

"Thanks Kate."

"Don't thank me just yet DiNozzo. I did say... almost..." Kate laughed.

"Very funny, but what were you talking about four days ago?"

"Abby's new cell phone. She got it about four or five days ago."

"And this is important... how?"

"Because the new number... I couldn't remember it."

"And this is important how?" Tony reciterated.

"Okay, let me try to explain this slower. Abby got a new cell phone. The new cell phone has a new number. The number was on the napkin found in Nick's apartment. Nick wouldn't have Abby's new number becuase she hasn't spoken to him since they broke up. So I wonder how he got the number."

"OH!" Tony yelled, happy to finally understand. "How did he get her number?"

"Ugh!" Kate groaned, laying her head in her palms. This is going to be a long day.