May 8
A true friend may live in another state, or even another country, but is only a heartbeat away.
Abby looked around her lab, slightly confused. This was definitely not normal.
Everything was working perfectly. Major Mass Spec was happily bubbling away, her computer was humming softly, and her latest DNA analysis needed to be left alone for another hour. She had no urgent evidence to review, no Gibbs charging in and demanding results, and no paperwork to catch up on. The sun was shining through her windows and everything was peaceful and quiet.
Taking advantage of the moment, she reached for her phone, determined to talk to an old friend. It took her a moment longer than she liked to recall the area code for Louisiana.
She didn't talk to Megan as often as she wanted to, but she made sure to keep in touch. They had grown up next door to each other and were closer than sisters. Nowadays, most of their communication was via email; they both lived at work.
While Abby had followed her heart into forensics, Megan had ended up in the pharmaceutical industry. She had always wanted to be at the centre of cutting edge research.
Abby smiled to herself as the phone rang. And rang and rang…
"Megan's lab, Megan speaking," came the jovial voice on the other end.
"Megan!" Abby squealed. "It's Abby! How are you?"
"Abby, it's so good to speak to you," came the reply. "I'm great. How are you?" And how is that gorgeous Timothy McGee?"
"I'm on top of the world. Timmy's good too, but he's out in the field at the moment. Do you know something I don't? Oh no, he's dead in a ditch somewhere –"
Chuckling reached her ears. "Same old Abby," Megan noted. "Nothing's changed."
Abby smiled happily. Everything was right with the world.