Life is simple. It's the people that make it hard.
It was odd. Then again, wasn't everything about her life odd? That morning she got an email from a friend of hers that she hadn't talked to in a while. It didn't have anything in it but a video link. Normally she wouldn't have clicked on it, but something dragged her to it. When the link loaded and music started playing it seemed like she knew the song. The beautiful yet almost haunting melody. Then a man started talking, and she whispered the words, sometimes even before the man did. At certain points she had to stop, because a shivering feeling overtook her. It was obvious that it wasn't in fear, she was in complete awe. It wasn't the cold, because it was a comfortable 75ºF in the office part of her lab. She didn't want that feeling to stop.
At one point in the day she spaced out, and didn't know it. Then Gibbs walked through the door.
"What do ya got Abs?" He asked. It took a second for her to snap back, she quickly glanced down and saw she'd been drawing, but moved on. She was good at her job and could tell what happened since she zoned out by looking around the room. She didn't put away her sketchbook before she answered.
"Well, Major Kinney had a lot of red wine, I can't tell which yet, and a pasta dish with green peppers." Abby spouted.
"Good job Abs." Gibbs said, kissing her forehead and placing the Caf-Pow on the table, next to the picture. "What's this Abby?"
"Oh...that's my drawing." She replied, looking at the floor.
"Did you look on my profile?" Gibbs asked, suspicious of her.
"No. Why?" She asked, titling her head in confusion.
"That girl, she looks like my d-daughter." He stuttered near the end, leaving Abby to wonder why. She had been informed that his daughter died, as soon as that thought hit her she knew.
"I swear Gibbs, I didn't know. I-I just zone out sometimes and that" She gestured to the paper, "happens. I just draw without knowing, it just happens. I don't even know how I get the paper sometimes."
"What is it about?" He asked, acting differently from his shock.
"I don't know," She replied sheepishly, "It makes me feel happy, and childish." She saw that Gibbs was still shocked. "I think I have more of her, she seems to be on my mind a lot."
She scrambled around her desk and drawers until she found a notepad full of drawing of the little girl. She flipped through until she found one drawing that showed her whole face. The girl was an angel, standing in front of a waterfall. It was black and white, like all her other drawings.
"Here Gibbs," She said, showing him the picture. The look on his face showed that it was Kelly. That night, right before he went home Gibbs found that notepad on his desk, open to a page of Kelly, being protected by god, and a post it that said; you should keep it.
Authors Note: This is kind of based off a true story that is being worked on right now. I can't say more than that, I have made promises. PLEASE REVIEW! No flames!