May 20
A friend makes you complete inside. A balance is achieved from two viewpoints, two backgrounds, two hearts.
Tim McGee had no idea why he got on so well with one Abby Scuito.
On paper, they should never have met. She was from Louisiana, with two deaf parents and a rebellious streak. He was from New York, still with two parents but also with a little sister. He played by the rules and the rules only, excluding the odd illegal hack.
She was obsessed with forensics, understanding her field better than anyone. She lived and breathed for her results. He was obsessed with computers, to the stage where there was little he could not coax a machine to do. If he had to do without his cell phone for two minutes, he would lapse into catatonic schizophrenia.
She had multiple tattoos, loved her rock music nice and loud, partied all night and slept in a coffin. And she was addicted to Caf-Pows. He had a single tattoo, only because of her, loved quiet jazz music, wrote all night and slept in a beautiful double bed. And he relied on coffee to get him through the day.
Yet somehow, against all the odds, they had met each other and clicked. They worked as one together, seamlessly. They pooled their thoughts, energy and determination, making a formidable team.
He smiled as he watched her hard at work in her lab. He was proud to call her his friend.