Three Scots walk into a bar: Part Two

A/N: The link to Part One is available on my profile. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, everyone :-)

"Abigail, how on Earth can you drink this... disgusting concoction?"

Abby grinned. "You get used to the taste, and you're already feeling much more awake, aren't you?"

"I am", Ducky had to admit. "But I prefer achieving that by sleeping enough, not by drinking Caf-Pow. I'm too old to be out partying all night. Not that I didn't enjoy it, mind you, but it was just a bit too much of everything. Too many people, too much unhealthy food and loud music, and last but not least, too much alcohol."

"Ohhh, now that you mention it, have you watched the video yet?"

"What video?"

"The one I sent to yours and Kent's phones."

Ducky made a face. "I heard a few seconds of it without seeing the pictures, that was bad enough already."

"Well, I think it was great!", Abby disagreed, beaming at her coworker. "The older cop with the guitar was pretty good, but after the third slow ballad he got a bit boring. The Scottish karaoke trio walked onto that stage just at the right time."

"If you say so, Abigail... you didn't upload that video to the Internet, did you?"

"Ducky! Of course not, who do you think I am?"

The medical examiner raised his hands in an apologetic gesture. "I know you wouldn't do such a thing. It's just a matter of better safe than sorry, you see?"

"Oh, sure. I also hope there are no videos of drunk Abby Sciuto anywhere on the web."

"Speaking of drunk, my rather unrealiable memory of last night tells me that the third guy - not Kent, that is - drank almost only Ginger Ale all night, but was still quite inebriated."

"He was." Abby looked thoughtful. "That guy was strange anyway. Introduced himself as Doctor James McCrimmon, I could have sworn he stole that name from some TV show... and the Ginger Ale, was it spiked with vodka or something? Or was Mr. McCrimmon actually an alien who reacts differently to certain food and drinks than a human?"

Ducky stared at his younger coworker incredulously. "...I should cut you off your Caf-Pow, that stuff is apparently halucinogenic."

"Oh come on, wouldn't it be great to say that we've met a real alien once?"

At this point Ducky gave up, Abby's enthusiasm was sort of contagious. "Well to be honest, I am a bit curious, too. Let's do a little research once we're back in DC."

They did and found several men by the name of James McCrimmon, but none of them matched the description of the person they'd met in Boston. Very mysterious...

A/N: Part Three will be up soon :-)

Edit December 29: I've just uploaded it.