<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony flagged Fornell down as soon as Abby was safely out of earshot.  "Sorry about Hurricane Abby.  You here on a case, or just for an update?"  Tony devoutly hoped it was the latter -- for all that they were managing to keep cases closing and leads panning out, it was wearing on all of them, emotionally and physically.<br/>
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Tim stood, rolled his neck, and sighed.  "Without Gibbs here to do it, somebody's got to face her," Tim said reluctantly.  He gathered up his supplies -- Caf-Pow!, check.  Double chocolate cupcake, check.  Voodoo doll of a defense attorney, check.  "I'll be down in the lab.  If I'm not back in an hour... hell, if I'm not back in an hour I'm probably on one of Ducky's tables in autopsy."<br/>
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Hefting the box containing the three items that Tim hoped would soften Abby's mood, he braved the lab.  "I'm not sure I wanna enter the lion's den," he said honestly, "but I figure the lioness needs these things, and I was hoping she wouldn't kill me for bringing them."  He produced the Caf-Pow! with due ceremony, then the cupcake... both getting the expected (and oh-so-welcome) flash of happiness in Abby's eyes.  Then he handed her the voodoo doll.  "I figured you could put it in the ballistics tank and take a few shots at him," Tim said lamely.  It had been a really great idea an hour ago, but now he was afraid it would make her more upset.  Having to explain to a toy saleswoman why he wanted a Ken-sized suit-and-tie had been awkward... no way was he going to tell the lady it was to make a voodoo doll of a lawyer so that his favorite forensic scientist could shoot it!</span></span>