Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own anything (sadly) because if I did, NCIS would change forever! (for the better of course!)
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She mesmerized him. Her long, black pigtails, her favorite black, leather platform shoes, her short, plaid skirt, her always bouncy and possitive attitude, hell, even her music...
"Probie!" Tony yelled, pulling him from his trance.
"Yeah? Oh. Sorry, won't happen again."
"Daysleeping again, McGee?" Ziva asked, smiling.
"Daydreaming, Ziva, and no, I am not," he defended himself.
"You are a very bad liar, McGee."
"I think I'll go see what Abby's up to," he said as he walked to the elevator.
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When he walked into the lab, he immediately knew something was wrong, but what was it? Music. That was it. The normal Abby-style music was replaced with a strange silence.
Tim looked around until he realized his Gothic Princess was nowhere in sight. He began to worry; that's when he heard a whimpering sound coming form her office. Was Abby crying? She never cried unless something truly awful had happened. Was she okay? Who or what would dare to make his Abby cry?
All rational thoughts left his mind when he saw her huddled in a corner hugging her stuffed hippo, Bert. "Abby, honey, are you okay? What's wrong?"
She laid her head on his shoulder and mumbled something incomprehensible into his neck.
"What?"
She leaned back to look him in the eyes, tears still streaming from hers, "I'm pregnant."
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AN: Drama, drama, drama... don't you love it??? Okay, so continue or no? If I get, oh, let's say, 10 good reviews I will continue (with longer chapters, I promise!!).