Abby bolted up right in bed. She was shaking, sweating, and crying. She looked around her room her room not a hospital room. No dying/dead McGee.

"McGee." Abby said aloud. She ran over to where her phone was charging, practically ripping it off its charger, and calling McGee. No answer.

"Okay, second resort." Abby called a different number.

And the voice that answered only made her feel worse.

"What?" Gibbs barked into his phone. It had been a long night and he had only fallen asleep about a half an hour ago. It was 3:30. And he didn't feel like dealing with whoever was calling him.

Until he heard the voice.

"Gi-Gibbs?" Abby chocked out. She was still shaking and crying. She always hated calling someone for help when she had nightmares, and it made her feel even worse when Gibbs answered very annoyed.

"Abby?" Gibbs asked. He had never heard her like this before.

"Yea-Yeah. Have you talked to McGee recently? I n-n-n-" Abby had to stop and take a deep, shuddering breath. "I need to talk to him."

"No, not since I left work. What's wrong?" Gibbs was out of bed, and was putting on shoes.

"I just had a b-bad dream. Don't want to be alone." Abby closed her eyes as more tears fell.

"Don't worry, you won't be for long. I-" A click interrupted him. He sighed and walked out the door, momentarily looking up at the stars.

Abby stared at her phone. She had just hung up on Gibbs. It was an accident; a cold chill had forced her to drop her phone. She picked it back up and noticed her hands were shaking.

"Get a drink of water." Abby walked to her bedroom door and froze. Ever since her kidnapping and close death, she had a fear of being alone in early/late hours. She opened the door slowly and stared out at the hall for a second, then came up with a plan.

She walked out of her room, leaving the light on into the hall, and walked into McGee's room. She turned the light on and walked over to his dresser, pulling a black box out from under it.

She opened the box and pulled out McGee's spare SIG. She grabbed one of the clips and loaded it. She was always paranoid when she was alone, especially at 3:38 in the morning.

Feeling safer, she walked downstairs and poured a glass of water. Gibbs said he'd be here soon or something about someone being here soon. Abby paced around the kitchen, staring at the black window, every now and then taking a sip of her water.

Then something large rammed into the window. Abby screamed, dropped the water, and without thinking, fired the gun at the window.

Gibbs was just walking up to the door when a scream and a gunshot met his ears. He grabbed his own gun and ran into the house. He cleared the living room quickly, before walking into the kitchen.

Abby had fallen on her butt when she fired the gun from shock and surprise. She stared at the window, wondering what the hell had hit the window, and if she shot it. She jumped when Gibbs suddenly appeared at her side.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

He probably thought she was crazy, but she started laughing. "Yeah, I'm a little paranoid. Idiotic birds shouldn't be running into the window anyway." Gibbs helped her stand up. "Man, one second Gibbs, let me clean up this water." She handed him the gun, grabbed a paper towel, and began mopping up the water, glad she used a plastic cup.

"You fired this?" Gibbs asked.

Abby looked up. "Yeah, taught myself how to when McGee adopted me, anyway I was waiting for you to get here, when something huge ran into the window, and I kinda over reacted." Abby smiled at him as she threw the paper towels away.

"You try McGee at work?" Gibbs asked. He followed Abby as they walked into the living room. They sat on the couch.

"No, I don't have his work number, and I haven't been up long enough to find the phonebook."

"Why don't you have his number?" That confused Gibbs.

"Because, you chewed him out last time I had a bad dream, when I took a nap, so it was late in the day, but I couldn't get a hold of him on his cell, so I called NCIS and I got hung up on before I could explain what was wrong." Abby gave Gibbs her own Gibbs' glare.

"When did this happen?" At the moment, Gibbs couldn't recall that happening.

"Oh, about 2 weeks ago. Monday, about 6 o'clock." She crossed her arms, increasing her Gibbs' stare.

"Wow, you remember in extreme detail."

"Well yeah, it was a pretty scary nightmare, for me they're kind of hard to forget." He should know that, he was there when she had one of her worst ones.

Gibbs sighed, the moment returning to him. They had had a hard case, he had just gotten done with an impossible suspect, and he wanted his agents focused on only the case. McGee told him it was a personal call, and he hung it up. McGee looked ready to protest, but Gibbs had already left.

"Here give it a try." Gibbs handed her his phone, and she listened as it rang. She could feel her eyes burning with fresh tears with each ring.

About 5 rings in, he answered. "McGee."

Abby took a deep breath, though it wouldn't help, he could always tell when she was upset. "McGee, where the hell are you? Never mind, stupid question. Question two, why the hell are you still there?"

"Abby? Wait, what time is it?" McGee was suddenly wide awake.

"Oh, about 4 in the morning. Rough case?" Abby stayed mad as long as she could, now the task was to get him home.

"Yeah, I must've just passed out. Why you up so early?" Abby smiled at his…McGeeness.

"A nightmare, just try to get home soon, okay?"

"Be right there." McGee hung up.

Abby stretched and laid out on Gibbs' lap, yawing as she did. "I hate nightmares. Point blank."

"What was this one about?" He put his hand on her shoulder, trying to give her some comfort.

"Well, it started out I as in a hospital…"

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McGee walked in his living room to find Abby asleep…on his Boss' lap.

"Hey Boss, why are you here?" He asked.

"She couldn't get a hold of you, so she called me." With the experience, Gibb's slipped out from under Abby without waking her up.

"Oh, was it bad?" McGee asked.

Gibbs nodded. "When I got here, she had shot at the window because something hit it."

"She shot the window…with a gun?" McGee sat down in a chair across from Gibbs.

"Let me start from the beginning." Gibbs gave McGee a small smile.

"That's always the best." McGee returned the smile.

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Gibbs finished telling him what Abby had told him, and left with a small goodbye, being exhausted. McGee walked over to Abby and gently shook her shoulder. "Abby wake up."

Abby blinked a few times, still processing her surrounding, but when she saw McGee, she tackled him in a hug. He returned the hug. "You make sure you call me!" Abby said.

"I know, I will." Abby tightened her hug.

"Good." Abby realesed some, but McGee didn't. She smiled, but her eyes burned again as she said, "You can let go now Daddy." The ironic words made her smile as McGee let her go, faint shock on his face. It was the first time she called him Dad, and it wasn't going to be the last.

!END!


Okay, so please *review* (i live for them, good or bad but good would be good), tell me what you think, and send me some ideas for stories, I have writers block.

Dani