Jan 24
Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death.
Lyman Beecher (1775 - 1863)

Abby Scuito did not generally spend a lot of time in the Director's office. Most of the time, she reported directly to her silver-haired fox. When Rule 38 was in effect, Tony received her updates. But both of them came into her domain for her results, aware of how busy she was; it was easier for them to come to her than it was to chase every agent all over the building to provide updates. She would never get any work done.

When Jenny wanted to see her, she usually dropped by the lab, despite her incredibly busy schedule. Official matters warranted a visit to the office. Yet occasionally the Goth would get on the elevator to see the redhead because neither of them wanted a certain ex-marine to turn up during the conversation.

Especially as he seemed to have magic radar attached to certain conversations.

"I am beginning to understand Jethro's hatred of journalists," Jenny moaned, leaning back in her chair in an attempt to move as far away as possible from the offending magazine article.

Abby simply grinned. "It isn't that bad," she pointed out. At Jenny's raised eyebrow, she elaborated. "No naked photos involved. Yet. All they did was hint you're seeing a two-star General, who, by the way, while I'm disappointed it's not Gibbs, he's still hot in the older man way –"

Jenny held up a hand to cut her off. "I'm not dating General Atkins," she clarified. "He invited me for coffee."

"Really?" Abby smirked. "You kiss everyone you have coffee with?"

Jenny slumped in her seat. "It's complicated. I have no idea how they got that snap."

"Why don't you set Ziva on them?" Abby wondered. "She dealt with Senator Fahy for you. I like that you have a pet Mossad officer who will maim people for you; can I steal her in case I end up with another stalker?"

"Just tell Gibbs," Jenny suggested. "He'll start building a sniper's nest. And I don't want to chase this lie. It'll only add fuel to the fire."

Abby nodded sagely. No fuel and the fire would burn itself out. She hoped.