Abby walked into her lab. For once she wasn't the bouncy, cheerful goth that normally greeted her "babies" (AKA her Mass Spectrometer etc…) with gusto. Instead, she solemnly turned them on. For almost two weeks, Abby had not been feeling herself. The whole team had noticed, but brushed it off as another "Abby phase," since she had insisted she felt "absolutely dandy… nothing hinky here."

Suddenly, she took off running for the bathroom for the third time this morning. "Damn," she thought as she threw up in the sink once again. "Shouldn't have eaten that bagel earlier." Then, it suddenly dawned on her… no, wait. It couldn't be.

Abby grabbed her skull and crossbones purse and pushed the button for the elevator a bit excessively. As she walked through the bullpen hurriedly, she got stares from the MCRT team. Timothy McGee, her secret (due to Gibbs' rule number 12) boyfriend for the past several months, specifically stared her down. "Abs? You okay? Where are you going?"

"I need womanly things, McGee!" she snapped.

That made the man flush red, and the team left it at that, quickly getting back to work.

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"Three minutes!" thought Abby, watching the white stick intently. The results of this simple test would change the course of her life. Three minutes, that was all it would take. One pink line. Abby gaped. No. It couldn't be. Her? Goth forensic scientist extraordinaire?... Pregnant?

"Oh God," was her first thought. "The sisters are going to kill me."

The next one alarmed her even more. "Oh, no. Gibbs is going to kill McGee!"

Okay. Sorry. I know it's super short. Will try to update soon. Still working on "Tony's Surprise." Check it out!