Disclaimer: My cat ate my disclaimer. But I'm pretty sure it said something 'bout 'not owning anything'.
Authors note: MwaHaHaHa. My birthday was august 7th, I turned 13 –dances-
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You Just Shot MeTimothy McGee, super agent
"Well is Tredwater diabetic?" Gibbs said, already looking like he was going to autopsy for the results.
"Gibbs," Abby joked, "There's only so much a girl can do." I could picture Abby in her gothic attire standing by her phone, focusing on her computer. The music pounded through the phone, and for once I didn't ask myself how she could concentrate with that on.
"Well Abs? Do you mind finding out?" Gibbs said impatiently.
"Yes, I mind finding out. There's been a rush of cases today Gibbs, and I have about five fingerprints to identify and a beer bottle I have to re-piece to find yet another finger print and find out whose it is." Abby sound seriously frustrated, then she added a bit more sharply, "Why don't you get McGee to find out? I'm sure he's not busy."
"You heard her McGee." Gibbs said after Abby'd hung up.
"On it, Boss." I mumbled and trudged over to my computer. It hurt that Abby was so mad; surely I've suffered enough? Tony's voice burst into my head, "But she doesn't know that."
I banged my head on my desk and Gibbs looked up, "You okay McGee?"
"Fine, but now Tony's in my head pretending to be my conscience." I muttered.
Tony gave me skeptical look, "C'mon McGee. I can only do that when someone's asleep," I glanced at him, "O-Kay than…what did I say?"
"Strangely, good advice." I muttered, "I gotta' get to work."
"Damn right, McGee. The sooner we finish the sooner you guys can go home and I can work in silence." Gibbs barked, and got up from his desk, "I'm going to Autopsy."
I spent hours pulling up information on Tredwater. Soon I knew his entire life story. He had a fascination with snakes, and was gifted in handling the poisonous ones, only being bitten twice. Tredwater grew up in West Virginia, and had a sister named Audrey "Austin" Tredwater was studying to become a biologist, particularly for poisonous animals, like snakes. His mother had Alzheimer's disease, and his dad died when he was seven in a hunting accident. He grew up poor in the small town of Robington, population four hundred. I even knew where to get him; he worked everyday at his car garage in Fairfax, Virginia. He'd dropped out of school at sixteen and opened his shop at nineteen. He was a prime suspect though, because, himself, his sister, and his mom, where the closest, not to mention only living relatives of our dead marine. Last year he was diagnosed with type one diabetes.
I had just finished printing out what I head on Tredwater when Tony's phone wrung. "Special Agent DiNozzo."
"…"
"All right boss, we'll be there in a minute." Tony said and hung up the phone, "Gibbs wants us in Autopsy."
"Gibbs wants us dead?"
Tony stopped short, "Was that a joke McGee?"
"Well, yeah-"
"I didn't think you had it in you."
I followed Tony to elevator; it was opening as I got there. "Sooo, Probie." Tony said, "You ever going to fix that problem of yours?"
"H-how'd you know about my fight with Abby?" I stammered, jaw gaping.
"I didn't, you just filled in the blanks." Tony said eyes still focused on the door, "How bad was the fight?"
"She literally pushed me out the door."
"That's bad." Tony said nodding his head as if he was approving the situation.
"Is it t-that bad?" I said in a shaky voice while thoughts ran through my head. "What if she hates me forever. If she does, I'll go crazy. I'll, I'll die."
"Oh, yeah McGee, it's that bad." He said. As the elevator doors opened and Tony walked away, I didn't see him smile, or hear the laugh under his breathe, but it was there.
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Ducky had good news, and bad news. The good news was he had found whatever killed Mr. Yenom. The bad news was, it was as small as a pinprick and would have to be investigated by Abby.
"I don't get it Duck, as small as a pinprick?" Tony asked.
"Yes, I believe that Mr. Tredwater pricked Mr. Yenom," Ducky said pointing to Yenom's neck, "with a needle commonly used by type one diabetics to administer their incline, except,"
Gibbs cut him off, "Except there wasn't incline in that needle." Gibbs said as a fact rather than a question.
"Precisely, Jethro." Ducky said removing his gloves.
"Boss, maybe McGee should go see Abby for the blood results." Tony said with a smirk.
"Best idea you've had in a while, DiNozzo." Gibbs said, and added, "Get to it McGee."
"But, Boss. I-" Gibbs glared at me, "On it, Boss." I walked out of Autopsy, and time seemed to slow as I walked the dreaded way to my confrontation with Abby, trying to build up my courage the entire way. "Now or never McGee. It's Abby, I- I'm sure she's not nearly as mad now." I paced nervously during the short elevator ride.
Once I heard the familiar ding I stepped quickly forward only to walk right into Abby. "McGee, I was just coming to get one of you guys." She paused, "You specifically."
"M-me, why?" I said, shocked.
"Because, McGee, I wanted to talk to you," she said seriously, than added more lightly, "To the bat cave!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the lab, the elevator doors closing behind us.
"McGee, I've got good news and bad news." Abby said excitedly, "Two good news' actually." Before I could speak she continued talking, "Good news one, I figured out Mr. Yenom's name spelled backwards is 'Money'. Good news two, I totally forgive you. I've been thinking about it earlier and came to the conclusion it was kind of half my fault for getting pissed that quickly like a bitch. I mean I really shouldn't have, it was totally high school."
"Oh- wow. Really Abs?" I said hopefully, "You forgive me?"
"Yeah, McGee." Abby said in a no-duh way of course, "Bad news time now McGee." She said with a frown, "I didn't find anything in this guy's blood."
"Are you sure?" I figured that couldn't be right, "Ducky said he was killed by poison in a needle."
"Nature is more mysterious than man, McGee." Abby said with a smile.
"You think he was killed by a natural poison?"
"Yes, YES!" she yelled loudly, "Quick, name poisonous animals, and plants around Washington."
"A copperhead, maybe?" I asked, thinking back to a webpage I'd seen that showed a map of the United States. On the map, a lot of east U.S.A was covered in red, meaning that copperheads lived around Washington.
"McGee that might work, but, how would he have gotten the poison?"
I realized I had yet to give Gibbs the papers about Tredwater, and started flipping through the pages, "Here, his sister." I pointed to a line that read, 'His sister, Audrey "Austin" Tredwater is in college to become a biologist, paying particular attention to reptiles, and showing even more interest in the poisonous ones.'
"Way, to go super-McGee, we have solved this case, well almost." Abby said nodding her head. She ran a scanner to find traces of poison from a copperhead snake in his blood stream. She'd plopped down in her chair and was sipping on a Caf-Pow!
After a few, long, silent moments, I said, "You know how earlier when you forgave me, you said you where being a bitch? You weren't. It wasn't even close to your fault it was mine. I got so pissed that everyone calls me Probie, and it was a stupid little thing and I shouldn't have." All my words came out quickly in a nervous rush. There was more awkward silence.
"Wow, McGee. That is a really stupid thing to get mad about." She said, and then rolled to the computer in her chair when it beeped. I followed her over and looked at the screen.
"We're awesome."
"McGee, what happened to your humility?"