A/N if you would like me to continue please review. I think there are too few Jenny and Abby stories so all month I will be writing Abby/Jenny Mother/Daughter stories. I will be taking request just PM me or send a request in a review. I still will be making Gibbs/Abby Father/ Daughter stories but to all Jenny Abby mother/ daughter lovers here is the month for you. Just make sure you review. Request can come from episodes or what you wished would happen, after Jenny died. You can have episodes that have happened after Jenny died or you could just request your own plot. Thanks read on I will be writing the stories as separate stories not as this one but, maybe as in all in one story.

Jenny

Abby had been different this week. For one she hadn't played any music at all for the past few days, Nothing. Everyone on the team knew something was wrong with her just by walking into the lab and noticing her music wasn't on. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if the whole navy yard noticed. The bubbly girl who was vivacious and always filled with life, just wasn't present this week. Everyone had tried to help her, or comfort her one day or another but, it was always returned with angry, frustrated, sad Abby snapping at one or all of the team members. After McGee returned heartbroken one afternoon Gibbs and I knew it was time to see what was wrong with our little girl.

We walked into her lab together, thinking on how we were going to approach her. She was sleep deprived. You could tell by the black circles that lay under her eyes. She was in her corner. It wasn't a corner we assigned her, it was more like the corner we knew as Hide and Seek. We called it that because somehow she thought she could hide her feelings from us, that we would not be able to detect our princess's feelings. In the end though we always found her just before she hit the edge.

Today I tried a different approach. She wasn't in for chastisement, she had done her job just as told. We were just going to get to the bottom of the problem.

I walked over to the evidence table and hopped upon it seeing as it was empty. I then motioned for her to sit beside me. When she did I quickly reverted myself so her body was in between my legs and her head was laying on my chest as Gibbs walked in front of her. I slowly started to stroke her hair and noticed how tense she was. I simply turned her head slightly so she was looking up at me. "Hey, it's OK."I said trying to reassure her.

I started rubbing soft circles on her back but, when I moved my hand to the middle of the bridge of her back she almost flinched but, corrected herself immediately. Gibbs saw and you could immediately see his expression change.

" Abbs" he said in a stern yet gentle voice.

"I am fine" She said all too quickly.

"Abby I don't tolerate liars, you know that."I said while I stopped stroking her hair. "I want you to tell me what is wrong before we find our own way to find out." She knew what this meant. We were not having another Mikel coming upon our Navy yard nor, were we going to have our girl hurting. We would take the necessary actions to assure she was safe, always.

I felt her shaking and I knew that tears were falling down her cheek but, I still had to figure out what was wrong with her.

"Abby, tell me what is wrong" I said. I felt her tense up and her breath seemed to become a slight bit shallower. Something that happened when she wanted to tell a lie. " Abbs I mean it." I knew Gibbs was on high alert as his eyes told her he was backing me up.

"He..." Gibbs' fist balled just at the word. " I don't think he knew what he was doing...he was drunk, it was just an accident." Her kindhearted soul said. Trying to protect whom ever.

"Who is he? I want a name Abbs" Gibbs said automatically ready to take the man down who had caused his girl to be so broken.

She looked away from him and then up at me as if for help. I couldn't help her though. If we were to get to the bottom of this she would have to tell us everything, no matter how hard it was to tell. It was hard to resist does eyes. They were scared and different but, still filled with youthful innocence.

"Name?" he repeated.

"He just needed to blow of steam and I was in the way." She paused and looked away. " I'm really at fault."

I knew where this was going and it terrified me. She always had it in her heart to protect other people's feelings, to keep them happy. It was worse because even when they hurt her, she couldn't convince herself that they were in the wrong and, often blamed herself.

"Name?" I asked this time.

"He didn't really mean to hit me...the first time" She stopped as her tears overwhelmed her and she was suddenly shaking in my arms. She looked ashamed at what she revealed.

I was suddenly angry. The first time, there shouldn't have been a first. Who would hurt little fun energetic Abby? Why, did some men make it there priority to take their anger out on woman? Especially on good girls like Abby. I asked the question one more time, making sure she understood I wanted no more nonsense.

"Abby, Name, Now." I ordered if only to just get the bastards name.

She shook her head as she looked at the desk under her.

"Now" Gibbs backed me up.

Inside I knew he was hurting just as much as Abby was. He felt that he couldn't even protect her from the little demons in the world. I also knew that he wanted to just find the man and beat him into a pulp.

"Samuel Richardson." Gibbs had gotten all he needed. He quickly placed a loving kiss on the crying girl's forehead. He then exited leaving the rest for me.

I stood up careful not to be too sudden or to brush up on her body with too much force.

"Show Me" She hesitated but she knew exactly what I was talking about. She knew I wasn't taking no for an answer. She lifted up her shirt before I told her to lay down on her belly.

I looked at her back appalled, yet disgusted. On her back was bruise after bruise, scar after scar. I looked at on particular wound that was quite red and was the shape of a perfect circle. I knew what they were, what they came from. They were cigarette scars, something that proved that none of this was an accident. Some were old some were fresh but, with each one he gave to her I marked in my head knowing that I would make sure the pain would be returned to him.

As I scanned lightly over her wounds I felt her breath hitch and her body begin to shudder again.

"It's OK" I said trying desperately to calm my girl.

"No, no it isn't Gibbs is going to kill him. I know it."

"Why shouldn't he?" I said really wanting to know why the son of bitch deserves to live another day.

"Because...Because I love him." Abby said her sobs making her body spasm in a heart wrenching way. The worst part about it was I was lost at words and I had no way, no way at all to comfort my little girl.