Gibbs looked down at the photograph that lay in his desk draw, the one of Shannon and Kelly. He had loved them more then he would ever love anyone again, he had promised himself that, but something Abby told him made him rethink everything he once thought. She had said, 'There's only one person for someone, like a soul mate, except there's exceptions, not everyone finds their soul mate, so they settle for there half soul mates, but there will always only be one'. She had said that to McGee, right after she rejected a dinner date. She claimed that her soul mate was still out there, that she wasn't going to settle. Maybe what she said was true, and that he had half soul mates still. Shannon had been his soul mate, he was sure of it, at least he thought he was. Would he ever truly know?

Gibbs!" Abby's voice entered his ear, and he jumped slightly at her tone. He turned toward the goth forensic science, and smirked gently at her offit. She wore blue jeans, converse, and a plain black tee. Not exactly Abby authentic. There was definitely something off today but who knows, maybe she just forgot to do her laundry.

"Yeah Abs?" Gibbs asked slowly sliding his glasses off his face. He studied her intently, trying to guess what she wanted.

"I'm taking some time off..." She grumbled. She tried to keep her voice at the same tone, but Gibbs heard it crack. There was something wrong here, something was going on.

"Why?" He asked. She hesitated slightly, but she quickly recovered. Her eyes came down to study his face, just as he had done with hers.

"I'm not feeling very well." She said. Gibbs could see right through her lie, and he wanted to call her out on it. He couldn't do that if he did she would never trust him again. Her eyes were pleading at him to just leave it be, to let her leave. Something was definitely wrong, but he was stopped from asking her what. It was her body language. Her arms were folded across her chest in a very closed manner, and her body slumped slightly. She didn't want anyone bugging her right now. He had learned over the years to just leaver her be.

"Okay...I'll clear it with Vance." Gibbs said, and she just walked off without a word. Her eyes had been distant, and he just wanted to reach out and pull her into a hug. Yes, that was very un-Gibbs, but he loved that goth scientist. More then he knew. He reached for his glasses once again sliding them on his face. He returned to the paperwork, trying to push Abby to the side of his mind. He was soon lost in the case they had been working on, his mind slowly calculating all the evidence. He didn't show it, but he knew quite a few of the terms in Abby's evidence reports. He had been studying, just so he could keep up, but of course he would never take away the satisfaction she got from explaining things to him.

Gibbs worked late into the night, until he had come to a conclusion in his head. By the time he fully pulled his mind away from the case to check the time he was shocked. It was already midnight, and he hadn't made one coffee run. Obviously he had been very distracted by many things to even think about it. Coffee helped him run, but there was one other thing that helped him run. Worrying about Abby. As idiotic as that may sound, she always helped him keep working well into the night. Something about calculating her in another part of his brain, sometimes when he was finished with the case he would realize he had come up with what was wrong with Abby. His brain could multitask, he wasn't dumb like everyone seemed to think.

With a sigh, Gibbs shut down his computer and walked towards the elevator. He listened as rain started to fall, and stopped. His eyes fell on the window, and little drops if water started to appear. He smiled slightly, and started back towards the elevator. It arrived and he stepped in. His thoughts still drifting to Abby; he made his way out of the building. She would come around she always did.

Abby had been driving around for hours when it started to rain. She was running on empty with the gas, and knew she needed to get home. Her eyes searched the road for a sign of where she was. When she finally found something she realized she was never going to make it home. She was in the middle of nowhere. She pulled her hearse to the side, and shivered slightly at the cool night. She crawled into the back seat in a search for a blanket. She only found a jacket that had been left in here, and her heart cringed when she realized whose it was. Gibbs had lent her this jacket one night when she was cold, and it still smelled of him.

"Okay, burt let's bunker down for the night." She said pulling the stuffed animal close. She was to ashamed to call anyone this late, she would in the morning. Besides this was kinda on the road to work, she would say she just took the back way, but she ran out of gas on her way to work. That was completely reasonable right? She shivered once more from the cold. It was a very cold night, but she would make it through it. She laid there for ten minutes until sleep finally took her over; her body still shaking. Ten minutes later a familiar truck came trudging down the road, stopping once the man inside spotted the hearse.

Gibbs had a icky feeling as he had left the base, suddenly taking a road he'd only drove a few times before. Something told him that this was the way he needed to take. His mind keep floating back to Abby, and he wasn't sure why. He had promised himself that he would not think about the goth, but something inside him wasn't right. The way she had acted lately wasn't right. He keep telling himself that it was just Abby being Abby. Maybe, she was having troubles with McGee again. She had told him off, and he seemed to always get depressed once a girl did that to him.

Gibbs' mind seemed to drift farther into his thoughts, until a sense brought him back. Without any reason he looked to the side of the road, spotting the familiar hearse that Abby owned. He pulled the truck off to the side squinting through the rain that had gotten increasingly worse. He felt the bleak coldness of the air, and panicked. What if Abby was out wondering in it? He reached for the flashlight that was in the passenger seat, and jumped out without a second thought. He jogged slightly to the hearse, fetching the extra key she had given him

"Abby..." Gibbs murmured spotting the woman herself in the back seat. Her body shook, and he couldn't believe that she decided to stay in this weather and not call anyone. He unlocked the door to the backseat, expecting Abby to awake like she normally did whenever he got near. She laid there, the color from her face drained slightly, and a fear set in his heart. He noticed that she had tried to wrap up in one of his jackets and that brought a little happiness to him. He reached in and pull his girl out of the hearse, and regrettably into the rain. She shivered against him as he relocked the hearse.

"Gibbs..." She whispered her eyes still closed. It was if she could sense that he was there. He helped her to the truck, her body limp and shivering. He pulled open the door and helped her into the passenger side. He shut the door, quickly jogging to the other side of the truck. His feet slid slightly, and he had to slow down to stop from falling. Once he made it to the drivers side he climbed in, and he searched for a blanket he knew he keep stashed under the seat. Once his hand touch the soft fabric he pulled it out, and he wrapped it tenderly around Abby's shoulders. With that he took off in pursuit for his house.

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