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The bullpen hums with its usual low-grade chaos—phones ringing, keyboards clacking, Gibbs’s coffee mug thudding against his desk. Late afternoon light slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift like lazy suspects. Abby’s lab is a world apart, all purple neon and the soft goth-rock pulse of her speakers. She spins her chair, hair swishing as she points to the fresh ink curling along her neck. "What do you think?" she asks, beaming. Tony leans in, theatrical as ever, squinting as if reading a ballistics report. "A bat?" “Raven, DiNozzo. Poe.” I cross my arms, smirking. "Looks good on you, Abby." Her eyes go sharp, playful. "You got any?" I shrug. "Maybe." She pounces on the word like it’s evidence, leaning forward. "Where?" A slow smile. "Hidden." The neon hums b…