Chapter 1 (rewritten, nothings really changed though)

Another slow day had finally passed by at NCIS. Because of the lack of a case, the day was full of paperwork (although sometime throughout the day a rubber band war broke out, leaving McGee with a few impressive bruises). It was now early evening and Gibbs was going down to pick Abby up.

Earlier that day…

"Hey Abs." Gibbs greeted as he entered the lab.

"Gibbs!" Abby exclaimed, running up and hugging him, "I need to ask you something. It's been on my mind for a while but I was undecided about asking you cause you know, your you, and I'm me, and it might just be me reading int…" Gibbs cut her off before she ran out of air.

"What's up Abs?"

"Well as you know, today was really slow, cause we didn't have a case. I got bored with my model of the civil war so I decided to relax and just think for a while. My mind drifted a bit and I ended up thinking about Kate, which lead to realationships…" Abby said quickly, nervously.

"Abs!"

"Right sorry, so my question is…Why do you treat me so differently to everyone else? You don't even treat Kate like you treat me. In fact you treat her differently to Tony too, but let's not go there." Abby burst out rather quickly and it took Gibbs a few seconds to process what was said.

"What do you say to dinner tonight? My shout. I'll explain then." Gibbs suggested after running his hand down his face.

"Okay." Abby said, bubbly and sure of herself again. And Gibbs left, forgetting the reason he had come down in the first place.

Back to present

"You ready Abs?" Gibbs asked, entering the lab.

"Yep, just let me get my coat."

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"We'll go in my car." Gibbs suggested. "I'll pick you up tomorrow if you need me to."

"Yeah, okay." Abby was getting a hinky feeling, unfortunately she wasn't Gibbs and didn't know exactly what it meant.

x0x

By the time their meals arrived at their tables, Gibbs had been dodging the topic they were here to discuss for twenty minutes.

"So…" Abby started, "Why?" she asked, making 'please go on' gesture with her hands.

"Abs, this is a long, complicated story. I'm gonna try and cut it short a bit and you'll know why in a second but till then, just listen okay?"

"Sure." Abby replied, her hinky feeling rolling in her stomach with the Chicken Parmesan she was eating.

"19 years ago, when I was still in the corps I was serving in Kuwait and I was put into a coma by a bomb blasting. I woke up a few weeks later, only to be informed my wife Shannon had been murdered, and my daughter Kelly had been placed in witness protection. She had a new name, a new family, new parents. I was told I couldn't contact her. She had traumatic amnesia that she hadn't recovered from." Gibbs paused for a moment before continuing. "About 5 years ago I was told that the man trying to get Kelly had died, and the threat was gone, but if I wanted to talk to her I'd have to explain the story. Her amnesia, her mother's death, where I'd been and why I didn't come get her. In my mind, I thought she wouldn't forgive me, or even believe me for that matter."

"Gibbs…" Abby whispered.

"I was told my daughters new name, address, family's name, where she went to school, where she worked, everything."

"Gibbs, what does this have to do with me?"

"Abs, my daughter's name is Abigail, she grew up in New Orleans with the Scuitos. She learned sign language because both her parent were deaf. She went to college and studied criminology and forensic science. Now she works at NCIS and is by far the smartest and most gorgeous person I've ever met. She's really made me proud." Gibbs finished and looked up from his plate that he'd been staring at since he started talking about his daughter.

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