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"Yeah. Those are the cases that really suck rock. Sometimes I think the outright murders from hate are better." Abby did live in a sad, twisted little world, when you thought about it. But she also thrived in it. It was where she belonged.

"But you know. I get paid because of the cases, so I guess I can't really complain much," she said with a shrug.

"It is better than going hungry," Boromir agrees. "Er, suck rock? What does that mean?"

Oh. It would make sense that Boromir wouldn't understand slang. Well, most people didn't really understand Abby-speak anyway, but that was another story.

"Oh, it means that it's no fun. Bad. Depressing. Take your pick, really."

"I see." He frowns. "If the work is so suck rock, why do you do it? Even aside from the pay?"

"The work, per say, doesn't suck rock. It's just the cases that do. I mean, considering the fact that I stay down in my lab all day, it's pretty easy to detach myself from the actual cases. Don't see faces, just the facts. Sure, I have to deal with dead human parts and stuff, but I'm used to that. Grew up with it, even.

The work...well, it's really kind of an art. Or so I see it, anyway. And I like what I do, especially when I help crack cases." Kinda felt like you were a detective or a superhero.

"I see," Boromir murmurs, though he truly doesn't. Crime solving is much simpler in his world.

"I bet it's not as complicated where you come from, huh?" Abby said with a grin, as if she could read his mind.

"I do not know entirely what you mean by 'lab', or how such a place would assist in solving a crime. The city watch will qestion witnesses and examine a scene, but we can only learn what our eyes tell us. There is no alchemy involved."

Alchemy...well, Abby figured that was a good word to describe it, from where Boromir was coming from. The technology NCIS had was foreign to those who lived in Gondor, definitely.

"We have different technology. We can identify specific weapons from marks left on bodies. We can find out who various body fluids and such belong to. That's what I do down in the lab."

"That sounds . . . terribly complicated," Boromir says helplessly.

"It's not so bad, since I've been trained to do it, and I like what I do. In a sense, it's a bit like...solving a puzzle." And Abby had always liked puzzles and challenges.

"I mean, it's really no different from you telling me how to do a certain fighting sequence or something. I'd probably have no clue." She said with a laugh.

He smiles. "If I had my sword I could show you any feint, parry or thrust you could wish to see."

And no. Abby was not going to think dirty, perverted thoughts. Because Boromir is a gentleman, and probably didn't mean for a sexual innuendo to be included in that statement.

But that didn't mean that she could stifle that brief giggle. But she quickly cleared her throat.

"I'd be delighted to see that sometime," Abby said with a wink.

"As soon as I find a good partner to spar with, then. I understand I can practice outside." He gestures to the window. "The weather has not been conducive to exploring, however."

"The weather here's weird. It changes from time to time. But then again, this is the end of the universe. I suppose it's allowed to be all hinky," Abby said with a shrug of her shoulders. She herself wasn't Bound, so she didn't explore outdoors much. She had always been an indoor type, anyway.

"And you probably won't have much trouble. There's plenty of people who fight around here. Especially if you see a brightly clad figure in tight clothing and a mask? They'll probably spar with you. They're...crime fighters. They seem to train a lot. And I think there's some knights around here, too."

"I would be more comfrotable with knights, I should think.

"Hinky?" He sighs. More words.

"Probably. Some of those masked heroes have some weird powers, I heard." Not to mention that the one she had unknowningly met had broken her brain by telling her that he was both age two and seventeen at the same time.

"Oh, it means weird. Bizzare. Odd. It can both be used in a positive and negative connotation." Don't worry, Boromir. Most people didn't understand Abby-speak anyway.

He says dryly, "I am not certain I see the use of a word that can mean opposite things at once."

"It just depends on how you use it in a sentence, really. I mean, something unexpected isn't always necessarily a bad thing, right?"

"No, it is not--but if a word is slang and the sentence is ambiguous, context may not help at all."

"Welcome to the wonderful world of language," Abby said with a shrug and a grin. "And you haven't even heard me speak tech-speak yet."

"Tek-speak? What kind of language is this?"

"It's when I start talking about all my lovely toys and what they can do. Most people can't follow me unless they've studied the same field. Gibbs always tells me to skip it and get to the results. But for the right person, it can be an intriguing feature," she said with a grin and a wink. Like McGee. She had snagged that computer geek with her natural charm and knowledge of technology.

"Your . . . toys." This, he decides, must be another word that means two things at once, for she is not a child.

"My technical stuff. Machines that help me do my job. They're pretty sweet." Abby didn't allow anyone to touch her stuff, unless it was McGee or Kate. And only those two because they actually knew what they were doing.

"Although people do seem to start looking lost when I mention that I sleep in a coffin, though." Welcome to Abby's world.