The Warning Signs
A/N: A special thanks to all my reviewers! You guys rock! Also I want to apologize for the delay in updating and the shortness of this chapter. It's been a rough few days, but there's no need to bore you with my life's drama. I promise the next chapter will be longer and much jucier and HOPEFULLY up by the end of the week!

The elevator ride down to Abby's lab seemed to take longer than usual. Tony and Ziva exchanged nervous glances, both wondering how this whole thing was going to play out, while Gibbs stared intently at the doors in front of him. He had wrapped his head around his forensic scientist possibly being pregnant and had moved on to the question of paternity. As far as he knew Abby wasn't seeing anyone, or at least she hadn't admitted to seeing anyone.

When the doors opened Gibbs stepped out, Tony and Ziva following a step behind, and entered Abby's lab.

"I told you I won't have results for another—" Abby's explanation stopped dead when she saw ¾ of Team Gibbs standing in her lab. "What's up?"

Tony and Ziva hung back, figuring that it was best to let Gibbs broach the subject. "Is there anything you wanna tell us, Abs?"

Abby's eyes darted from one teammate to another. She knew she was caught, but she'd be damned if she was going to give up that easy. "What are you talking about?" she asked innocently.

"You have been acting strange lately," Ziva stepped up to the plate. "And we were just wondering if there was anything you wanted us to know."

Abby shrugged her shoulders and avoided looking any one of them in the eyes. "Nothing going on here. Nope. Everything is fine. Just peachy."

"Very convincing," Tony muttered. Both Ziva and Gibbs glared at him. "Um, what I mean Abby is that…well," he took a breath and tried to approach the subject another way. "Abby we, meaning Gibbs, Ziva and myself, we think you might be…knocked up." And apparently that way was brutally honest.

Abby laughed. "Me? Pregnant? Haha! Yeah that's a good one, Tony." It was a deflection, and the team knew that.

"Abby," Tony whispered.

"You don't know what you're talking about," she tried again, this time her voice holding a decidedly sharp edge.

Before either Ziva or Tony could say a word, Gibbs stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Abby. He pulled her body close feeling her muscles tense before shuddering slightly. She buried her head in his shoulder as the tears slid down her cheeks. "I'm scared, Gibbs."

"You've got nothing to be afraid of, Abs."

"I don't know if I can do this alone," she whispered. After weeks of hiding this from her friends finally having the weight lifted off her shoulders was wonderful, even if it was only half the battle.

Gibbs rubbed his hands across her back for a few moments. Eventually his hands came to rest on her shoulders so he could push her back far enough to look into her eyes. "Abs, you don't have to do this alone. You will never be alone."

"We will always have your back," Ziva chimed in.

Abby looked past Gibb's shoulder and noticed that Tony had wrapped his arm around Ziva's shoulder while she was leaning into his touch. She wondered idly how long those two would be able to deny what was happening between them. Maybe her baby would have a playmate in the future.

"Thank you," Abby whispered. She stepped out of Gibbs's embrace and wiped at her eyes knowing that her mascara was probably half way down her cheeks.

"One more question," Gibbs said gruffly.

'Crap.' Abby looked at him expectantly.

"The father?"

Abby shut her eyes and took a shaky breath. When she opened them Gibbs was looking at her knowingly. Rather than say anything she merely nodded.

"Wait…what?" Tony whispered to Ziva.

She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "It is fairly obvious who the father is." Tony's eyebrows knitted together in a questioning gaze. "Tim."

"McGee?" he all but shouted before beginning to chuckle softly.

"What is so funny?" Ziva asked.

"McBabyDaddy!" Tony whispered. Ziva fought the urge to smile but eventually lost.

"Does he know?" Gibbs asked quietly, choosing to ignore the two agents' shenanigans behind him.

Abby shook her head violently. "No! Please don't tell him Gibbs!"

"Abs he needs to know. It's his baby too."

"I know," Abby reasoned. "And I will tell him. I promise. I just haven't found the right time yet."

"Find it," Gibbs said pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You have until the end of the day."

"Gibbs!" But he was already out of the lab. The distant ding of the elevator echoed through the silence.

"He's right you know," Tony supplied.

Abby laughed and rolled her eyes. "He usually is."

Ziva stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Abby's shoulders. It was rare that the ninja was the one to initiate hugs, so Abby was quick to return the embrace, once against taking solace in the arms of a friend. "If you want to talk, I am here."

"Thanks, Ziva."

"Same goes for me." Tony stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Abby in a hug that would rival one of her own. "Congrats, Abs. You're gonna make a wonderful mother."

"Thanks…Uncle Tony," she smiled. They both shoot her smiles before leaving the lab and leaving Abby alone to plan her next move.

One word: McBabyDaddy!