March 24
Have no friends not equal to yourself. – Confucius
Tony smiled as he watched Abby interact with the new agents. The Director had decided that it would be easier for the Goth to do one big tour of her lab than many much smaller ones. Tony could understand: Abby's time was precious.
And yet, even though she had been dragged away from Major Mass Spec, Abby was in her element. She made sure to include each and every new agent in her discussion, asking many questions. She beamed every step of the way, making them feel welcome. Her laughter contrasted with the blaring music that emerged from her speakers.
He remembered what Abby had once told him – a stranger is a friend we have only just met. He could think of something else she lived by: she viewed everyone equally. Sure, she could see people's strengths and weaknesses, but she cared for them all the same. She was even nice to the Autopsy Gremlin! And Palmer was very strange indeed.
Abby did not fit any stereotype. She was bubbly and friendly, but dressed as a Goth and had a very sharp mind. She was a scientist to her bones, but she believed in psychic powers, ghosts and aliens. Putting her into a box was impossible; there simply wasn't one that would contain their Abby.
She whirled around and bumped into Gibbs, who had appeared out of nowhere as usual.
"Meet el jefe," she announced to the others, dancing over to her desk and retrieving a piece of paper. "Results," she informed him, not missing a beat. She raised her eyebrows in expectation. Gibbs smiled, passed her the expected Caf-Pow and left without a backward glance.
Abby smiled and turned to the others. "He loves me really," she explained, preparing to continue her talk.
Tony grinned. Only Abby would love everyone equally.