Ha, I finally came up with (what I think) is a decent sequel! If you haven't read the first story, please do, you might get confused if you haven't.

Review, if you do, I will Abby hug you in my mind.

Dani

May 4th 6:19 a.m.

McGee walked into NCIS. As the elevator rose to his floor, he thought about his morning. It had been an odd morning. His usually energetic adopted daughter, Abby, had barely said a word to him, barely did anything. When he got up, she was already sitting in the living room. Her hair tied back into a messy bun instead of taking a shower and brushing it. She had put on one of his MIT sweaters, which was extremely big on her small frame, and a pair of sweat pants.

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5:47 a.m.

"You okay?" He asked her when he had finished getting ready for work. She didn't answer. He walked up to her and tapped her shoulder, now seeing the black shoebox sitting next to her, an iPod on top of it. She jumped and looked up at him, and hit Pause on whatever song she was listening to. She stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

"You okay?" He repeated, just getting a nod in response. He felt her forehead. No temperature and she didn't look sick. "Is something wrong?" She shrugged. "You okay to go to school." Another nod. "Okay? Umm, let's go." Abby grabbed the shoebox and followed him out the door.

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5:51 a.m.

McGee pulled up to Abby's friend's house, where he always dropped her off on the way to school. "You're sure you're okay?" McGee asked one more time.

Abby hit pause on her song again. She nodded, and spoke for the first time that morning. "Yeah, yeah McGee… I'm going over to a friend's house for a…school project tonight. They'll bring me home. Bye." Abby got out of the car without another word. McGee sighed as she ran into the house. Her voice was rarely that small, and he couldn't remember the last time he had heard it like that.

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6:21a.m.

McGee walked into the bullpen, greeting Gibbs, who was already at his desk.

"Morning Boss." McGee sat down at his own desk.

"Mornin' McGee. Something wrong?"

McGee sighed. "I have no idea. Abby's- my Abby- personality completely flipped today. Can't really explain it, but she said she was fine enough to go to school, probably just has a bug." McGee stuck with that story and went back to work.

5:52 a.m.

Abby ran into Max's house, her best friend, and was immediantly met with a hug from her.

"You doing okay today?" Max asked.

Abby returned the hug. "As good as I have been the past 3 years," Abby pulled out of the hug, wiping her teary eyes. "It's kind of ironic isn't it. 3 years we wrote, now 3 years since we stopped. I guess you could say I'm doing worse than I did in the past." Max nodded.

"You have everything?" She had known Abby long enough to know why May 4th was so bad for her, and what her routine was for the day.

"Yes. Time?" Abby looked up at the clock. 5:57. Abby sighed. "3 minutes…3 years since he stopped writing." Abby sighed again, and then looked at Max with a false smile. "Let's get the day started."

11:15

Abby sat down at her regular lunch table, in-between Ria and Max. She opened a black notebook, which she had been caring around with her all day, along with the black shoebox.

"Something wrong? Why aren't you eating?" Ria asked.

Abby ignored her, writing in the notebook, the same sentence over and over again.

Drake, their guy friend, sat down in front of them. "Hey, what's up?"

Max took over, understanding what she was doing. "Ignore it guys, it's a bad day for her."

"What's in the box?" Drake asked, pulling the shoebox closer to him.

Abby hit his hand, making him let go of the box. "Don't touch it." She set the box in her lap, and continued writing in her notebook.

1: 52 p.m.

"Gear up, dead Marine" Gibbs called as he hung up his phone. He grabbed his gear and headed towards the elevator, the team following him.

1:53 p.m.

Abby sat in Science, her least favorite subject with her least favorite teacher, writing in the notebook. She had quickly finished the work sheet they had to do. She was running her right hand over a nail sitting out of her desk, not knowing she was doing so. Or at least, not until the teacher came over a grabbed her arm.

"Abbigail, what are you doing?" Mrs. Smith asked her.

Abby shut the notebook and looked up at her teacher, who still had a strong grip on her arm. "Writing Mrs. Smith." She moved the notebook to show her the worksheet, showing her she was finished.

"Not that. What's with this?" She let go of her arm, grapping her wrist and turning her hand over. Abby blinked when she saw her hand, specks of blood were forming on it.

"Oh, I hadn't realized I was doing that. Sorry." Abby said her voice still quiet. She looked back up at her teacher, almost able to see the steam coming out of her teacher's ears.

"Yeah, right. Go to the nurse, get that wrapped up. I'm going to call your mother." Abby blinked again in confusion.

Her snappy attitude came out. "One, you can't call her. I was adopted almost 6 months ago, Mrs. Smith. My dad's number is in the system." The last sentence made her attitude change back. "Two, why are you going to call him? I didn't mean to do it."

Mrs. Smith was an older lady, very very strict. Abby could understand her being mad about her accidently cutting herself, getting a couple of drops of it on the floor, but she could've done that anytime, there was no reason to get call McGee.

"You're cutting yourself in class-"

"I wasn't cutting myself, it was an accident." Tears were forming her eyes. She never could say she hated Mrs. Smith, which was changing quickly.

"You, nurse, now." The teacher pointed at the door. Abby wiped her eyes, grabbed her things, leaving the worksheet, and walked out the door. She didn't know if she would be sent home or not, but she wasn't leaving her stuff.

2:01 p.m.

"What'd you got Duck?" Gibbs asked, walking up to the M.E.

"Ah, time of death seems to be around 6 this morning."

"Now how?"

"That is easy. It looks like a single stab wound to the heart." Ducky said, pointing to the wound. "But, you never know. I remember one time-"

Gibbs was walking over to Tony and Ziva. "Anything?"

"No ID, no wallet, nothing." Tony said.

Gibbs just noticed something. "Where's McGee?" Gibbs looked around and saw the young agent a couple of yards away, rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Someone called." Tony said.

McGee hung up his phone and walked back over to the crime scene, or towards Gibbs.

McGee walked up behind Gibbs. "Hey Boss."

"Yeah McGee?" Gibbs turned and looked at him.

"I just got a call…"

"From who?"

McGee ran his hand through his hair again. "From the middle school. You know how I told you Abby was acting weird this morning?" Gibbs nodded. "Well, apparently she was caught cutting herself. The teacher didn't say much else except that I need to go pick her up."

"Go, but return quickly. Bring her to if you can't get some answers out if her."

"Right. I'll see you at the office." McGee walked off, glad that they took 2 cars to the crime scene.