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The day after the werewolf incident, Abby had worn baggy pants to work so that she wouldn't have to explain why she had bandages on her legs. After all, the NCIS team could be pretty protective of its members, and she didn't want to worry them about something they couldn't do anything about. And really, the injuries weren't that big of a deal. No infection or anything. She had checked in with a doctor just in case. Not Ducky though, of course.
Still, she was cautious when she saw that she had ended up in the bar once again. Peering around, the gothic lab technician checked the area for any dangers -- like, say, a rampaging werewolf. But everything seemed to be back to normal. Well, as normal as a bar at the end of the universe was.
Sighing in relief -- okay, so she was being a melodramatic, but it was fun -- she made her way over to one of the bar stools, not hopping on it as usual because of doctor's orders, but being fairly cheerful anyway.
Still, she was cautious when she saw that she had ended up in the bar once again. Peering around, the gothic lab technician checked the area for any dangers -- like, say, a rampaging werewolf. But everything seemed to be back to normal. Well, as normal as a bar at the end of the universe was.
Sighing in relief -- okay, so she was being a melodramatic, but it was fun -- she made her way over to one of the bar stools, not hopping on it as usual because of doctor's orders, but being fairly cheerful anyway.