Sep 16
I have an angel for my friend. – Phoebe Cary, "Answered"
Abby sighed as she sat in her lab by herself. Her music was off and she had no plans to put it on for the foreseeable future. Now was a time of remembrance.
She missed Kate. However much she acted as though she got over her death, it wasn't true. Kate lingered in the back of her mind and Abby doubted she would ever go away.
Not that she minded. Kate had been a good friend and they had shared so much together. The Goth had been the one to persuade Kate to get a tattoo. They had giggled about it for weeks, especially when Tony had found out and wanted to know what it was.
They had teamed up against Tony, spent weekends together and generally had fun.
Ziva could never replace Kate; she was a different person in her own right. Nevertheless, Abby missed girly talks. She found it a struggle to talk to an assassin about her hair or her outfit.
She could still feel Kate's presence in her lab at times. Like today. It felt soothing, comfortable. Reassuring somehow. While most people were afraid of ghosts, Abby welcomed them.
She straightened her shoulders and decided to get back to work. But she chose to change her music first – jazz. Kate would appreciate it.