"You have got to be kidding me!" Tony cried.
"What is wrong Tony?" Ziva asked.
"The elevator's broken!" He exclaimed in frustration.
"I guess we're taking the stairs." Ziva said, heading for the stairwell. She was about to open the door when Mcgee came crashing through it.
"Do you guys know where Abby is?" He panted.
"Erm… No?" Tony replied, as more of a question than a response.
"She got in the elevator to go to her lab, and no one's seen her since." Tim explained.
"Uh… the elevator is broken probie…" Tony started but was interrupted by Gibbs.
"Get a move on!" He called. "We've got a dead marine, and the elevator cord snapped, it crashed to the basement." Gibbs explained.
All three of them, Tony, Ziva, and Tim stared at each other momentarily before crying out. "Abby!" And they headed down the stairwell.
When they reached the basement they found two repairmen working to pry the doors open.
"Pull harder!" Tony cried, looking at the two rather wimpy looking men.
"What's the rush?" One of them questioned as they picked up a crowbar.
"MY BEST FRIEND IS IN THERE!" Tony screamed. "Give me that!" He exclaimed, grabbing the crowbar from his hands, but before he could jam it into the crevice Gibbs was pulling open the doors with Ziva's help.
"Tony get Ducky." Gibbs grunted as the doors finally released, and Tony rushed up the stairs. "Mcgee call an ambulance." He instructed. Tim didn't respond. "Mcgee!" He barked again.
"Abby." He choked out, not moving from where he was standing.
"She's going to be fine!" Gibbs exclaimed, sounding more like he were trying to convince himself more than anything else.
"Don't move her!" Ducky called down the stairwell.
"I know duck!" Gibbs replied. "Could you please get down here?" He called peering into the remains. He finally spotted her smashed against one wall with a rail on top of her. "DiNozzo! Call EMT's NOW!" He ordered.
"On it boss!" Tony replied, snapping open his cell phone.
Ducky finally emerged from the stairwell, followed by Palmer and Ziva. "Where?" He asked, and Gibbs pointed into the corner of the elevator where Abby was. "Abigail… Can you hear me?" He called into the elevator as he prepared to climb into the remains.
"Will she be alright?" Ziva asked, eyes wide, staring into the remains.
"It is very unlikely that she will die from this incident." Ducky said with a chuckle. "After all only six people die in an elevator a year." He said with a smile.
"Why would you know that?" Ziva asked in alarm.
"You pick up strange things when you've worked with Abigail for as long as I…Oh dear." Ducky said, reaching for Abby.
Tim looked as if he were ready to pass out. "Ducky…"He began, but Ducky interrupted him.
"She's bleeding." He said quickly.
"From where?" Gibbs asked, preparing to join Ducky in the remains.
"I'm not sure…Oh no…" Ducky said quietly. "Jethro… leave." Ducky said quickly. "Take Ziva, Tony and Palmer with you." He instructed.
"No, I'm not leaving." Gibbs said firmly.
"Jethro…" Ducky tried again, but decided getting Abby out safely was more important than arguing with Gibbs. "Fine, you may stay. Ziva, Tony, Palmer out!" He ordered.
"But… What… WHY!" Tony whined as Ziva and Palmer dragged him out.
"Duck what's wrong?" Gibbs asked as he cautiously stepped into the elevator.
"I can't be sure until some tests are run…" Ducky said starting to pull away the debris. "But I think she's bleeding from… I think it's a possibility she's having a miscarriage."
Tim's head snapped up. "Abby wasn't… Abby can't… Abby isn't…" He stuttered.
"Tim we can't rule it out." Ducky said carefully. "Jethro, this bar is putting too much pressure on her abdomen, we have to get her out… now."
Gibbs carefully lifted the bar off from her according to Ducky's instructions. Which allowed him to carefully lift her out.
Before Ducky could figure out how to safely lie her down, the EMT's arrived.
"What happened?" The appearing eldest of the two questioned, leaning over to take Abby's pulse.
"The elevator cord snapped." Gibbs explained.
"As far as I can tell…" Ducky continued. "She slammed into that wall." Ducky said pointing to an indention in the wall. "And the bar from across the elevator slammed against her."
"The bleeding?" The younger of the two asked as they lifted Abby onto a gurney.
Ducky hesitated, before replying. "I think she may… I think she may be having a miscarriage."
"She's pregnant?" The eler asked, carefully checking for any neck or spinal injuries.
"Not that we're aware of… but it's a possibility." Ducky replied.
"All right." The elder finally said. "Do you want her to go to Bethesda?" He asked, which Gibbs nodded in reply to. "Who's coming with us?" He questioned.
Gibbs nodded toward Ducky who turned to Tim. "Timothy go." Ducky instructed.
Tim didn't speak, but followed closely behind as they left.
"Duck." Gibbs barked. "Can you go tell Tony and Ziva to stay here? " He requested. "I'm going to follow them."
"Sure thing…" Ducky said, getting ready to follow Gibbs up the stairwell. "Jethro?" He called up the stairs.
"Duck?" He called back.
"If… If Abigail is pregnant… leave them alone." He requested. "It will be hard enough for them without you…"
"I get it!" Gibbs said, cutting him off as he ran up the stairwell.
"Sciuto, Abigail!" Gibbs requested as soon as he made his way to the Nurses station on the main floor of Bethesda.
The nurse occupying the desk typed something into her computer. "I'm sorry. She's still in surgery." She apologized. "She won't be able to see anyone who's not family for at least another hour." The nurse replied.
"I'm her father." Gibbs replied, not even hesitating.
"Well… She'll be out in the next few minutes. You'll be able to see her as soon as possible Mr. Sciuto." The nurse said awkwardly. She then pointed to a chair in the waiting room where Tim was sitting. "Her other visitor is over there."
"Thank you." Gibbs replied, before hurrying over to him. "How's Abby?" He asked, the concern shining in his eyes.
Tim took in a deep breath. "She was pregnant." Tim shrugged, trying not to show emotion. "But… when she's out of surgery… She won't be." He said, a single tear falling from his eye.
Gibbs took in an equally deep breath. "Is she okay?" He asked quietly.
"They really don't know." Tim replied. "She was bleeding too much so they took her directly into surgery. As soon as she's out they'll examine her for any broken bones…" He explained, starting to ramble.
Gibbs stopped him again. "Are you okay?" He asked, genuinely concerned.
Tim bit his lip. "I don't… I can't worry about myself. Abby… she's… we're… married…" He was stuttering.
"Tim, sit down." Gibbs said, carefully pushing him into the chair.
Just before Gibbs could take a seat himself a nurse came out. "Abigail Sciuto?" She called, inquiring for anyone there for her.
Both Gibbs and Tim stood up at the same time. "Yes?" They asked.
"Are you family?" She questioned.
Tim was about to respond, but before he could Gibbs replied: "Yes, I'm her father, and this is her husband." Tim gave him an odd look, but didn't question it.
"She's awake. We're currently setting her ribs back into place, as well as her left wrist, but you can come in." She explained, leading them into the Women's Wing of the hospital.
"Abby." Tim choked as soon as he saw her.
Though she was awake, she still looked injured. Her face had several scars that had obviously been stitched back together, and she looked thin, thin and pale. The bruises on her arms showed obvious trauma, and the quiet mumbling showed that she was requesting something.
"Where… Where's mom?" She asked quietly.
"Abs…" Tim said quietly. "Your mom…" He started to remind her, but Gibbs cut him off.
"Tim… Hasn't her mom been…?" He started to ask.
"Fifteen years…" Tim replied, looking at Abby in concern.
"Abs… It's me… Gibbs." He said softly.
"Who?" Abby asked, with a look of confusion. "Where's my mom?" She asked again, looking toward the doctor who was setting her wrist. "Is she okay?"
Gibbs looked at her in concern. "Abby." He said calling her attention back to him. "Abby look at me."
"Who are you!" She asked, sounding more like an annoyed teenager than herself. "Where's my mother!" She was starting to scream.
"She should know you…?" The nurse asked Gibbs.
"She's known me for twelve years." Gibbs replied quickly.
"I thought you said you were her father…" One of the doctors questioned.
"I'm as good as!" Gibbs replied curtly. "Abby…" Gibbs started to try again.
"STOP TALKING TO ME!" She screamed back. "SOMEONE FIND MY MOTHER!"
Just then, Ducky walked in. "Abigail?" He questioned in alarm.
"WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?" Abby continued.
Ducky looked at Tim who was frozen in shock. Then he turned back to Abby. "Abigail, what's the matter?"
"Stop! Stop talking to me!" She shouted back. "I don't know who you are, so would you stop acting like I do!"
"Can we get a neurologist to examine her please?" Ducky asked one of the nurses.
"Of course." She replied, heading to find a neurologist.
Tim, finally moving from his spot in the room walked slowly toward the bed. "Abs…"
"What… Who? WHO ARE YOU!" She screamed at him.
"Abs…" Tim said quietly as he put a hand on hers.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed pulling her hand away from him.
"Abby." Tim said, sounding hurt.
"Tim…" Ducky said pulling him away from her. "She's suffering from memory loss." He said, pointing out the obvious, something he rarely did. "It's best if you don't try and stress it."
"Ducky… she's… she's my life!" Tim said, slowly sitting down in a chair.
"Tim…" Ducky tried again.
It was then that Abby spoke again. "Am I supposed to know you?" She asked rather quietly.
Gibbs took in a deep breath. "Yes… Abby… You should know us."
Author's Note: Hey! Hope you're enjoying it! (Nothing really to say since I published the prologue… like an hour ago…) Please Review!
