Getting Rid of Periwinkle
By, um, Periwinkle
Part 4 of the NCIS newsletter series.
Ducky came into the lab, a bounce in his step and a smile on his face. Abby looked up from her microscope, saw how happy the ME looked and asked, “Good news, Duckman?”
He beamed at her. “Why yes, Abigail. I just heard that Cathy is back editing the newsletter.”
She threw her arms around him. “That’s great! Does the team know yet?”
Ducky patted her on the back, and then muttered into her neck, “There’s more.”
“Really?” she squealed and she started bouncing too. “Out with it, Ducky. What’s got you so happy?”
“Periwinkle has returned to back-up status. She’s not posting regularly anymore.”
“Oh thank God,” Abby exclaimed. “I was getting ready to research some way to poison her keyboard.” Then she frowned. “But does this mean that the other editors have to work extra nights? Not that it wouldn’t be worth it to get rid of Periwinkle’s warped humor.”
Ducky released himself from her death grip and smiled at the Goth. “Let’s go tell Gibbs, and I’ll fill you in on the way.”
They entered the elevator and Abby impatiently stabbed at the button. As the elevator began to move, she wheeled on the ME. “Well?” she demanded.
“There are some new editors: Rainsquall, Ishtaritu and Becky-monster. They have been doing it for awhile and they show real talent!” He glowed.
He flinched when Abby glared at him. “And you’re only telling me this now, because?”
“Because Periwinkle has been keeping me busy. She seems to have a fixation on me.”
Abby sighed. “That’s just because she’s old. She remembers Illya and everyone says you resemble him.”
The elevator stopped, the doors opened and the two entered a scene of mass hilarity. The team had popped open a champagne bottle that Jenny had had hidden in her office and all of them were drinking toasts to the new editors.
“Looks like they already know,” Abby murmured, but Ducky wasn’t listening. His eyes were fixed on the champagne. At the rate toasts were being proposed the bottle would be empty before he got across the room. He had more important things to do than worry about Periwinkle.