There was a grace to the way Abby moved around her lab, her own private ballet accompanied by what she referred to as "good music" but what was more commonly referred to as "noise." She might not have had a pretty pink tutu like the ballerinas Kelly had been obsessed with as a little girl, instead wearing skirts that were almost scandalously short, at least according to his heart rate. Instead of the pointe shoes to ruin her feet, she wore big boots, to ruin everybody else's. Yes, Abby was no ballerina, but in Jethro's mind she was much better.