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Chapter 3: Aftermath

Abby took in both Gibbs' and Lily's faces as they finished their tale. They seemed to be telling the truth, although there were a few other things that needed to be cleared up…

"Where's the shirt now?" she asked.

Gibbs glared at Lily. "She tried to kill someone with it," he growled.

"I might have attempted to strangle a police officer with LJ's shirt," Lily offered, a little sheepish. "In my defense, I really didn't want to be put in a cell."

"At least you don't have to wear this orange monstrosity," Gibbs complained, tugging at it.

Lily smirked again. "It suits you."

Gibbs shot her a glare that would have killed anyone else.

"Hey!" the redhead yelled suddenly, whirling around and almost bumping into their other cellmate. "Hands off my butt."

Gibbs moved between Lily and Rob. "You touch her again and you won't live to tell the tale," he warned.

"Now your boyfriend sticks up for you?" Rob gloated in Lily's direction.

"Give me one good reason why I don't kill you this instant," Lily demanded of Gibbs.

"Jenny will kill you when she finds out," he immediately answered.

"How cute is this Jenny?" Rob wondered.

"I do not need your help," Lily glared at Gibbs. "I am perfectly capable of removing Rob's fingers one at a time and stuffing them down his throat."

Both Abby and Rob winced.

"You wouldn't," Rob grimaced.

"She would," Gibbs confirmed.

"I might not even stick them down your throat," Lily continued, turning her glare to Rob. "I can think of other places where the sun don't shine."

Gibbs moved closer to the bars. "Abs, please just post bail. I'm going to commit murder if I'm stuck here much longer."

"What do I get out of this?" Abby smiled sweetly. What joyous rewards could she reap from this?

"I will buy you your own personal Caf-Pow machine," Lily promised, not taking her eyes away from Rob.

The Goth beamed and bounced up and down on the spot. "I'll post bail," she squealed. "Won't be long."

Jenny sighed as the elevator arrived at her chosen floor. Her day had not gone well.

She had woken up in an empty bed, and had immediately missed Jethro's warmth. His side of the bed had been freezing, indicating that he had been gone for a while. Unable to get back to sleep, she had attacked the mountains of paperwork in her study, wishing Lily would answer her cell phone so they could do it together.

It really helped to have a sister who could forge your signature.

She had failed to notice the time and had been forced to forfeit her morning shower in the race to leave without being late. An irritating video conference with SECNAV had followed, with him asking various thinly-disguised questions about who she was seeing. She had finally snapped that it was none of his business and had terminated the link.

Gibbs' team were not in the squad room when she had left MTAC, so she had settled down in her office with another pile of paperwork, a large cup of coffee, and a bottle of aspirin. Lily had remained out of contact, although Lily's boss had rung up to complain about her sister failing to hand in a report on time. Jenny was completely used to this and had brushed it off easily, promising to chase Lily up for it.

Lunch had been a subdued affair – a sandwich eaten at her desk due to a sudden influx of paper. Someone somewhere had decided to give her all the performance evaluations at once, and without Lily, she was left to deal with it alone. She took a small amount of solace in the thought of dropping half of it off at Lily's before she went home, and tackled the pile with renewed vigor.

Finally, growing tired of being unable to contact either Gibbs or Lily, she had made her way down to Abby's lab.

Loud, pounding music greeted her as she stepped off the elevator. Resisting the urge to shoot out the speakers, she entered the Goth's domain. "Abby," she called softly.

The younger woman whirled around, clearly surprised to see her. Surprised, and something else. Jenny couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Director, what brings you down here?" she asked. "I haven't got anything pertaining to any serious cases right now, not that they're not serious but nothing really serious to get you involved, unless I've screwed something up really badly and you've come to fire me, please don't fire me, whatever happened it wasn't my fault –"

"I'm not firing you," Jenny soothed.

"Oh."

"I was wondering if you've seen Jethro today."

"Gibbs is uh… out on a case," the Goth admitted, looking very nervous.

"Great, he's avoiding me," Jenny groaned.

She caught a glimpse of guilt on Abby's face and instantly knew something else was at work here.

"What do you know?" she questioned.

Abby squirmed uncomfortably. "You should really ask him," she cringed.

"I get it, Abby," Jenny offered. "It's not your place."

Abby continued to look very uncomfortable, so Jenny shifted her gaze to take in the rest of the lab. Everything was as it usually was, except for one very recent addition…

A Caf-Pow machine.

Abby had requested her beloved drinks machine on several separate occasions, so this puzzled Jenny.

"Where'd that come from, Abby?" she inquired.

"Umm…"

"Abby?" Something was definitely going on here.

Abby chose not to answer, but handed over a delivery form instead. Jenny let her gaze drift down to the signature and frowned.

"I signed for this?"

It took her a moment to realize what this meant.

"Lil signed for this?! Alright, what's going on Abby?"

Abby mimed zipping her mouth and throwing away the key. Sighing, Jenny moved over to the machine, which was situated by Major Mass Spec. She ran her fingers across it, confused. Why would Lily buy Abby a Caf-Pow machine?

The elevator dinged, and someone called to Abby.

"Hey Abs," Tony greeted the Goth, still out of sight. "You'll never guess what an old buddy just told me – the boss and the boss' boss got arrested for indecent exposure early this morning…" He froze as he caught sight of Jenny.

Jenny stared at the brand-new Caf-Pow machine for a moment longer, the pieces all falling into place.

Finally, she made up her mind. "I'm going to kill them," she growled.

THE END