Abby couldn't find Tim. He had sauntered off with a neon pink woman minutes before and the two had blended in with the sea of glittery and sequins already occupying the dance floor. She had tried to keep an eye on him without being obvious, but a Goth queen had taken her attention by asking where she had gotten her outfit. After a couple of minutes spent discussing outfits and body art, Abby had looked back up only to find that Tim and Miss Pink had disappeared.
"Gibbs!" she said into her cell phone. It was so loud inside the club that she found herself yelling. "I can't find Tim! Did he come out of the club?"
"Negative, Abbs. We haven't seen him come out. Check the head. He may be having trouble with his outfit."
She smiled at the image of Tim trying to use the urinal while dressed in his current ensemble. It was difficult enough to use a toilet when wearing a long gown and hose; she imagined it was even harder using a urinal under those circumstances.
"I'll check on that and let you know!" she said before she flipped her phone closed.
The restrooms were located on the far end of the club and Abby had to forcefully push herself through the crowd of queens to get there. The hallway was poorly lit with only cheap Christmas lights providing illumination. Abby peeked inside the women's restroom, but found no one. After a moment of hesitation, she did the same with the men's restroom. Still nothing.
"Guess he's somewhere else," she mumbled as she pulled out her cell phone. Before she could dial Gibbs' phone, though, she heard voices coming from around the corner. She crept over and peeked around, almost gasping when she did. Tim was standing there with Miss Pink. The former had his hands in the air and the latter was holding a gun at him.
"So you killed her?" Tim asked in a low voice.
"She should have known better than to try and break it off with me," Miss Pink snarled. "It's too bad you had to see that, though. You're cute and I hate to have to kill you."
Before she could think about what she was doing, Abby lunged forward, trying to grab the gun. "You can't kill him!" she screeched.
Miss Pink was ready, though. While still keeping the gun trained on Tim, she grabbed Abby by the arm and shoved her against the wall beside Tim. "Stupid bitch!" she hissed.
"Let her go," Tim insisted. "She doesn't know anything."
"I know you killed that sailor!" Abby snapped, causing Tim to wince.
"Obviously she does know something, sweet cheeks," Miss Pink said with a sneer. "Too bad for you."
The queen gestured to a door. Tim opened it to reveal stairs to some sort of basement area. "Walk," Miss Pink ordered.
Tim and Abby grabbed hands as they made their way down the stairs. Abby wasn't about to go down with a fight, though, and she slyly grabbed Tim's handbag from him. She remembered that she had given him a can of hairspray to keep in there before they'd left and she hoped he had done so.
Tim felt Abby tugging at his handbag. He shot her a puzzled look, but he didn't fight with her. He could tell that she had a plan.
They made it down to the bottom of the stairs and Miss Pink motioned for them to get against the wall. "I would hate for one of the girls up there to hear the gunshots," she explained. "I don't want to kill even more people."
"So don't kill us," Tim suggested in what he knew was a pathetic attempt. Miss Pink didn't look assuaged.
"I'm sorry, baby, but a queen's gotta do what a queen's gotta do." She raised the gun and aimed it at him.
Then the stream of fire shot out, causing Miss Pink to drop the gun and screech. Abby had slyly slipped the can of hairspray from Tim's handbag and had extracted a cigarette lighter from her own handbag. She then shot a stream of hairspray into the small flame. The result was a makeshift flame thrower.
"Tim!" she yelled as Miss Pink stumbled back form the flame.
He jumped into action and snatched up the dropped gun. Abby had Miss Pink cornered with the flame thrower and it didn't look like she was about to relent. "I've got the gun, Abby! You can kill the flames!"
Abby pouted, but did as she was told. It probably wouldn't be very smart to burn the place down, after all. Tim, in a very unladylike move, reached under his gown to his thighs and removed the handcuffs which he'd hung over his garter. It was good to have a reason to finally remove those. "Cuff her," he said as he tossed them over to Abby. "Then call Gibbs and tell him we've found our murderer."
Abby did as she was told, clicking the metal bracelets around the angry Miss Pink. Then she stood up, holding the can of hairspray up. "And that is why you always carry hairspray, McGee."