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Who: Abby Sciuto and Sam Hanna
Where: Base Prison
When: March 14, 2011
Summary: Sam brings Abby her new 'workout routine'
There was a dull throb at her temples; caffeine withdrawal did that to her. At least this time around it wasn't nearly as bad since she had cut back. Still, even after a week there were still lingering affects of withdrawal symptoms. I miss Caf-Pows... she thought as she moved within the jail cell. The cell itself wasn't bad; Abby got used to it quickly. It didn't hurt that she already spent a week there before now.
When she wasn't resting because of her headaches, Abby read whatever books were brought to the cell. During the few moments of restlessness, she did yoga. Her focus was mainly on her chakras, but sometimes she focused on relaxation. Vance did call it 'medical' leave. However, no matter what she did, a good chunk of her times was spent lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts that make the situation any better. Part of the time she was worried about what was going to happen to certain people, while the other part went through the things she learned thus far about quantum physics and another left her feeling more and more depressed.
Thus far, Abby drew very few conclusions about what was to become of her. The only conclusion she felt for certain was the only way to leave the cell was to subscribe to their standards of defense. Essentially, agreeing to kill; something she knew with absolute certainty will never happen. So, in order for her to get out, she'd have to lie, which would in turn give them a real reason to not trust her. How are you to earn trust when you know everyone around you is lying? she thought as she slowly moved into tree pose. I miss my shoes.
The biggest challenge, for the past week, had been not talking. The urge to spill everything that was on her mind was very strong; she couldn't help it. Talking, even to herself, helped Abby solve problems in the past and was a strong part of her personality; the same personality trait that was being destroyed every day she was in that dimension. There were things she needed to talk about and yet, she kept silent.
With her breathing even and her eyes closed, she dropped her leg and moved it back into Warrior One position. While she would never admit it, Sam was right about people being tortured for information and Abby didn't want anyone to get hurt because she couldn't keep things to herself. Still, the more she kept inside, the more stressed and depressed she began until it was too much. There had to be a balance somewhere; a partner to share things with was it. At least, in her mind that was who you turned to when you needed to get something off your chest. Only Abby couldn't tell her partner anything. Who's idea was it to partner up two probies? Gibbs would never have done that. He didn't when Kate started or McGee or both times with Ziva.
Not quite lost in her thoughts, Abby heard something at the door. Having fallen into a routine, she was pretty sure it was too early for April, so it was likely Hetty stopping in. Without stopping or moving any faster, she moved through a few more poses until she ended up sitting on her heels. Cracking one eye open first when the door finally opened, her frowned and wondered, What the hell is he doing here?