The Trial in the Transfer
A man escorted me into an elevator. He extended his hand. I did not accept.
"Alright… I'm Timothy McGee…" The man appeared nervous. The doors parted, allowing the agent and myself to pass through. A sign on the wall opposite us proclaimed the morgue was one direction, forensics another. I turned towards the morgue. McGee's arm caught around mine, pulling me far form the familiar double doors. "Not right now. You haven't been completely, well, at all, granted ability to handle evidence. We're working on it. Until then, I need somebody to babysit you."
"I don't need babys-" He shoved me through another set of doors. I blinked, dazed from the change in scenery. A loud squeal of excitement broke me from my stupor.
"McGee! You shouldn't have!"
"Shouldn't have what?"
"Brought me a puppy!" A woman with many tattoos rushed over and threw her arms around me.
"I'm not one for contact, Ms…"
"Abby, no need for last names…"
"Doctor Zachary Addy."
"You're doctor Addy? I was expecting some grey old dude!" She released me, and stepped back.
"Why is he in here, McGee?"
"Well," he began, "He doesn't have clearance… yet. I need you to watch him. Don't let him touch the evidence. I gotta go."
"And McGee," Abby said as he was halfway through the doors. "Bring me a Caf-Pow next time."
"So, then this crazy lady comes out of nowhere and stabs him in the hand!"
"This Ducky lives an eventful life."
"He loves to talk about it. You two should chat."
"I don't like talking."
"That's alright," she grinned at me. Her computer beeped and she typed while still talking to me. "So, Zack. You got a girlfriend back home?"
"Naomi from Paleontology severed our relationship last Wednesday."
"Aww. That's so sad! Oh! Looks like you have clearance now. McGee just emailed me," she stood up and held out her arm. When I did nothing, she picked up my arm, linking it with hers, and drug me down the hall to the morgue.
{Short, but long anticipated, I hope. I think updates will come quicker now}