A/N: TLC (Thin-Layer Chromatography - which Abby is describing) is as horrible to read as Abby finds it.
March 4
Best friends share the same vision through different sets of eyes.
Gibbs held his tongue as he left the elevator. Abby had called him down to the lab, sounding a little confused. This was not a good sign – Abby was never confused. Something was seriously wrong.
He trusted the Goth, both personally and professionally. She was honest and loyal, as well as smart and adept. She knew exactly how to handle every piece of evidence that could ever come her way, and how to overcome every obstacle. At the same time, she was incredibly friendly and kind, prepared to help anyone who crossed her path.
He entered her lab to find her pacing up and down. She pounced on him the moment she caught sight of him. He allowed her to drag him over to her desk, waiting for her to explain what was going on.
"Gibbs!" she greeted him. "I have a problem – well, it's not a serious problem because I can handle all science things, but I can't quite figure this out and I need to be sure that I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing because I don't want to be wrong, mainly as I'm never wrong and you know that."
She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. Gibbs let her, knowing she needed her time.
"Anyway," she continued. "I've performed a dye extraction and analysis, which leaves me with this." She held up a small rectangular piece of paper. Gibbs could see a few faint marks on it. "I think I've got five marks, but one of them is really faint. Could you take a look for me?"
He nodded, unable to refuse her anything. She beamed, before setting her microscope up for him and guiding him over to it. He peered down the microscope.
"Five," he announced.
"Yes!" Abby cheered. She pulled him into a hug. "Thanks, Gibbs."