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[abbysciuto]

The trip through the Metro had been easy, but that was the nice thing about having a stop ten minutes' walk from her apartment and then having an actual Navy Yard stop on the Metro.  They had had to change trains and then catch the MetroBus for a few blocks, but Abby was a seasoned public transit rider and had basically hauled Lisa along for the

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[doctorcuddymd]

The trip to Abby's place of employment had been stress free, and Lisa found herself easily enjoying it. Really, it was nice to be on public transporatation - any sort of transportation, really - and she'd been more relaxed than she'd admitted. Of course Abby hadn't had much in the way of breakfast and what she had consumed had been doused with sugar and caffeine, but that was really the way of it. And if it worked for her, well, then it worked.

She clipped the visitor's badge to the blazer after a promise to heed the strict warning - and a passing moment of feeling like a child being granted admission to the grown up world - and then she'd followed Abby to the elevators.

"What do you have in mind to make up?" she asked. There was no reason to hide the fact she was impressed, because seeing this side of Abby's life held that sort of presence in her mind.

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"I'm not sure. But I bet I have someone who died under mysterious circs, with no apparent cause of death. That happens more often than you'd think. Maybe his erythropoietin levels will be weird and I won't know how to interpret them without a consultant," she brainstormed. It was a good thing no one was in the elevator with them.

The doors dinged and Abby stepped out, walking to the heavy metal door directly in front of them with the Biohazard pressurizer button next to it. As she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door to her lab, she quipped, "Don't push that button. It means you have to spend time in the decon showers."

[doctorcuddymd]

Lisa nodded, listening intently. "I like the way you think," she said. "Maybe it's the job that does it." Abby's mind was an interesting thing, the way it worked, and Lisa knew she'd be able to cover up and explain away anything they needed to. It was a good trait to have in a friend that was on your side.

"So this is where you spend most of your time," she commented when the door was opened. "Favorite place, or just one that you're sort of fond of?"

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Abby walked through the main room and into her office, depositing her coat and laptop bag behind her desk and turning her computer on, then walking back into the main room.

"Um, pretty close to favorite, actually," she admitted, looking around at the three spacious rooms. There was the ballistics lab, her office, and then the main analysis room. Every one of them had little or not so little touches of her, and it was clear that this was her lab and hers alone.

She walked around, turning on equipment, giving everything its little good morning pat.