Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS in any way, shape, or form. This is just a piece of my mind on a computer screen.

Author's Notes: These are drabbles I have written and posted on the awesome NCIS roleplaying board I am a part of and play Abby in. It's called The World of NCIS (at proboards .com). Check it out we would love to have ya! Please enjoy these stories of Abby's past!!

Wow

A small girl of about seven years of age followed her father through the long, tall and glistening white hallways of the 'baby hospital'. Her green eyes roamed around the large area, her brown braided pigtails flapping against her shoulders as she tried keeping up with the man. She was going to meet her baby brother today, so she had barely been able to contain her excitement that morning when she was eating breakfast, nor when she was riding in the car. Her father was pure happiness too, unable to maintain a neutral expression for long periods of time. the girl didn't realize how big and important of a day this was to her parents, but she wasn't expected to anyways; the girl was happy to be a big sister.

They finally got to the room, her father lightly knocking on the door before letting his daughter enter. She trotted into the room slowly, cautiously. Seeing that her mother was awake with her arms securely around something and smiling serenely, the child ran over to the bed and clambered up to sit by the woman's side. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she stared into the sleeping face of the newborn boy.

"Abby...how are you this morning?" the woman asked. Still amazed, all the girl could do was nod her head in response.

"How are YOU, Gloria?" her husband whispered, coming over to stand on the other side of the bed as their daughter.

Gloria smiled up at him, mouthing a 'fine' before addressing the girl, "This is your brother, Damien, Abby."

"Wow......he's so...small and adorable!" she exclaimed, a pleasant smile filling Abby's face while she observed her brother. She gave a quick gasp of shock, not expecting the newborn to start stirring and soon crying, drawing the attention of all three. "Is he...? He's not.... Is he hurt?"

Gloria grinned slightly, a look of wisdom crossing her features. "No, sweetie, he's just hungry," she explained, slowly unbuttoning her hospital gown so as not to frighten Abby. "In a sense he is hurting, but it's because of his tummy. That's why he's crying, Abby-dear," the happy woman continued while feeding her son his much needed milk.

Abby's eyes widened slightly, a light pink blush rising to cover her cheeks. The reason was that they were in a public building with Daddy present and not taking a shower and bath combo. She averted her eyes to the sheets on the bed, mildly embarrassed about the situation.

"How are you, honey?" Gloria asked her husband after a few minutes.

"Ecstatic," he told her, giving a kiss to her Gloria's cheek while softly ruffling his son's fluffy hair.

Abby's head turned to watch her parents' interaction, a grin coming to her face.

"Hey, why don't we go pick out a nice present for your mom in the gift shop, Abigail?"

"Huh?" the young girl looked up at her father in confusion, realization soon registering on her face. "Yeah! Do you think they'll have a black rose? They sound so cool!" she said while climbing off the bed.

Both parents smiled, knowing they had their hands full from that day forward...

-Fin-