I was asleep. It was the best sleep I'd had in who-knows-when. And it was interrupted. Who in the world, the tired voice in the back of my head grumbled, would be stupid enough to call me right now?

It would've taken a fool to not know that I was tired. Despite running off coffee, sometimes a man just runs outta juice. Now I may be that super-smart super-mean superhero to a bunch of people, but I am human. My near-emotionless state can make it not seem that way sometimes, but I am very human.

I grabbed the phone, preparing to cuss out whoever it was. "Gibbs," I growled with looking at the caller ID. I didn't care who it was. If it was someone back from the dead, even, I would still cuss at them worse than I'd ever cussed someone out before because I was bone tired and just wanted a good solid hour of sleep.

"Gibbs!" came a hysterical female voice.

I immediately snapped to attention. Forget cussing someone out. I began throwing on clothes. My Abby didn't cry. Not my Abby. "Address, Abs," I said.

"Gibbs– Gibbs, please –"

"Address, Abby, now!" I spat into the phone. "I'm already dressed!"

"My place," she sobbed.

I pulled up to the apartment building and jumped out, completely ignoring the elevator and taking the steps three at a time. I was up to the third floor in seconds; way faster than any elevator could make it. And I didn't knock on the door, I just barged in.

Abby was crumpled in a heap on the living room floor, hiccupping sobs and whimpering, her hair a mess and her clothes extremely ruffled. She looked like a wreck, honestly. I wondered what could put her in such a state.

"Abby!" I said as I rushed to her side. I gently pushed her bangs out of her eyes. Her deep green eyes regarded me with something I had never seen in them before: distrust. "Abby, what happened?"

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and that was when I noticed. Her blouse was ripped down the middle, the buttons gone. She smelled like sweat and…cologne.

"Gibbs," she whispered, and she collapsed into my arms sobbing. My brain connected the pieces, and I briefly wished it wouldn't have. This couldn't be happening…not to my Abby, on my watch. I was supposed to look after her; she trusted me to do that one thing and obviously I had failed at it.

I didn't really know what to do, so I figured holding her and letting her cry were good enough. Then to the hospital…if she would let me. If she wouldn't? She would. At least, she should. 'Would' was like trying to predict her and Abby is impossible to predict, after all. We all know that.

"Abby?" I asked after she had fallen silent. "Come on; we can go to my house."

She paused. "Why, Gibbs?"

"Abby, whoever did this to you may come back."

"Did what to me, Gibbs? My b-boyfriend –"

"Which boyfriend? I swear I'll kill him."

"Let me finish. H-H-He b-b-broke up with m-m-me after t-t-two years." Tears began to leak out of her eyes again.

"But…you're blouse…"

"That was me. I have this issue with buttons." Her cheeks tinted a little pink. "I'm sorry I woke you up, Gibbs."

I frowned, and then scooped her up in my arms.

"Gibbs!" she protested. "I can walk!"

"I know. But we're going to my house, and I have this feeling you wouldn't come to kindly."

"Gibbs, I always come kindly with you."