Gibbs wasn't surprised when, at three in the morning, his doorbell rang. He had been sleeping as best he could, but it looked like he wasn't getting any more sleep tonight. He got up out of bed and turned the light on. Looking around, he saw his clothes strewn about where he had flung them the night before. Gibbs had been too tired to clean up at all, and, although the date didn't mean much to him, it being Abby and Kate's anniversary, but he was almost as upset as Abby. He suddenly remembered why he had gotten up, and walked down the single flight of stairs to the door. Opening, it revealed a very drunken Abby, tears streaming down her face. She walked in, shoving past Gibbs, though not unkindly.
"Can I stay here tonight?" Gibbs managed to decipher through her tears.
"Of course you can Abs. Where've you been?"
"I was at a club. Wanted to forget about Kate for a while. It didn't work."
"Are you drunk?" Gibbs could only remember seeing Abby drunk one other time: when Kate died. She didn't get drunk easily, and liked to be in charge, not getting drunk ever, if she could help it. "Where do you want to sleep?"
"No, I don't get drunk," the goth slurred. "Can I just work on the boat? It works for you."
"Yes, but you're drunk, tired, and it's three in the morning, and we both have work tomorrow."
Hearing this, Abby just collapsed into Gibbs, crying harder. "I am drunk, aren't I? I can't do this much longer. I miss her. I miss seeing her, I miss talking to her, I miss being around her. I love her, Gibbs. I'm terrified of forgetting her."
"I know you do Abs, and Kate knows it too. You'll never forget her."
"Thank you Gibbs."
The dead Kate looked on, wet streaks on her cheeks. "It's ok Abby, girl. I love you. I miss you too. I wish you could move on, without forgetting me."