I sat in the rain, uncaring of the fat droplets hitting me and my surrounds. The park around me was silent, a dark loneliness resembling my thoughts. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, a mark that I was not really alone, that people were searching for me. I ignored it. It would not be Gibbs, he knew not to ring today. Lowering my head into my hands I began to sob as I remembered all the good times we had experienced together. No one would find me here, not unless they used the GPS tracker on my phone, which they wouldn't do unless Gibbs said so. Which he wouldn't. This park was one of the places we had frequented when we went out for lunch, it wasn't too far away from the NCIS headquarters and was usually quite peaceful during the week. The thought of our lunches together, laughing at Tony's latest prank and laughing at how McGee fell for them every time, made me cry even more. A deep sadness engulfed me, and I felt myself falling into a deep hole that I wasn't sure I would be able to get out of again. I stood up and began to walk around aimlessly, trying desperately to flee from the pain. I doubled over in pain as another wave of despair hit me, and considered going to the emergency ward. I sat down on the soaking ground and cried. "Don't cry Abby, I am still here," I heard and looked up. It was Kate! My friend, m-my dead friend, I realised and felt the temporary joy seep out of me. I looked up again and saw Gibbs standing where Kate had been moments ago. I let him haul me up and hug me, whispering his worry for me into my ear. It dawned on me that maybe I could survive this, that maybe my friends could help me. "Happy Birthday Kate," I whispered as Gibbs dragged me back to his car.