HEY! THIS IS MY FIRST NCIS STORY. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! THESE FIRST FEW CHAPTERS WILL BE REALLY SHORT UNTIL I CAN PICK UP SOME MOMENTUM.
Abby stood at the table in her lab and stared at the test results that flashed on her computer screen, then shook her head in disbelief, raven colored pigtails flying. 'This can't possibly be right.' She thought to herself, stunned. 'It was a mistake! It had to be a mistake!' She thought anxiously. 'The items were contaminated or she misread the results or she entered the information into the computer wrong or-or-or-something else! ANYTHING else!' She threw a glare at the two plastic evidence bags, each holding a single carry out coffee cup, that sat on her silver table beside the computer keyboard.
It had started as such a simple thing. Just a way of passing time when there were no cases. She had done things like this many times before. Bagging and tagging many different items from around the building, from many different people, and performing different kinds of tests on the items. She didn't consider it an invasion of privacy. This was, after all, what she did. It wasn't meant t hurt anyone or really to discover any secrets.
It was just a game. Or it had been.
Now it had become so much more.
The goth, who was dressed in traditional goth garb that consisted of a black short sleeved knit top, a short black pleated skirt and black platform boots, started to franticly type on her black computer keyboard, planning on checking and rechecking the results, then rerunning the tests, then checking to see if the evidence was contaminated. She knew she would find where she went wrong. She refused to even consider the possibility that there wasn't a mistake. That the test results were correct.
Because if they were correct, that would mean that maybe one, or even two, of the men she loved and trusted more than anyone else was lying to her, and everyone else.
And had been for years.