Ducky winced slightly at the ear-splitting music that poured from the forensics lab, and only got louder when the door swished open at his approach. Undeterred, he took a few steps forward and glanced around at the many workstations, looking for Abby.
'Abigail!' he called out loudly, hoping to be heard over the pulsating noise. He had to call her a second time before she crawled out from under a bank of equipment, a small screwdriver in one hand. A few seconds later, the volume blessedly decreased and she turned towards him, still holding the remote for the stereo.
'Ducky, I don't have those results for you yet!' she said, gesticulating at the apparently malfunctioning device. 'I needed to fix...'
'That's quite alright, my dear. I'm here on an entirely unrelated matter. I find myself in need of your expert advice.'
'Ok...' she began, apparently surprised. 'How can I help, Duckster?'
Deciding not to comment on the variation of his nickname, he quickly explained what he wanted. Her eyes grew wide as she processed the request, and it took her a moment to respond.
'Oh. Uh... oh. Ok. What made you think I would...' She suddenly stopped herself, looking down at her Goth attire and flushing slightly. 'Ok. Uh... well... there's a store over on...' she began, giving him directions. 'They should have one.'
'Thank you, my dear. I am in your debt.'
He spun on his heel and strode swiftly towards the door, wanting to accomplish his errand before the shop closed for the evening. Although, given the nature of the store in question, it would probably stay open quite late, he mused.