Once she was back in her lab, she began the transfer of Louis Hernandez's criminal record to file while at the same time making sure an evidence kit was stocked. Since they didn't have the truck like back home, Abby had no clue what any of them had at their disposal. When the kit was ready, Abby began running his name and the address through the system to see if there was a better address since the one with his record was old; there wasn't one. Gathering the kit and the file she returned to the morgue.
By the time G arrived, she had the address written on a post-it. "Louis Hernandez, dominican father, Puerto Rican mother. Age 38. Mostly a small time fence with a couple dozen or so arrests for lesser charges to his name," she answered quickly as she slapped the post-it onto G's shoulder and dropping the kit and file into his arms.
"Last known address is in Spanish Harlem and so far I can't find anything more recent, but I'll keep looking."
There wasn't any point to answering why it wasn't on his phone because she was used to Gibbs. The man that to this day still didn't use email let alone texting of phone messaging. Plus, it was their first real break and there weren't any precedents on how things worked around there. "Do you need anything else?"