The computer dings, indicating a match. Before Abby can get to the computer it dings a second time. She turns around, and heads to the computer. She stares at it in confusion as a pair of images stare back at her. She notes that one person in the database is a fifty percent match, and the other is a twelve, and some odd percent match to the ten year old girl sitting on her table. Ten years old… she swallows hard, and allows her mind to connect the two dots on the screen to the girl sitting on the table. She turns around, and stares at the girl. Bailey makes eye contact, and that is when she sees it. The eyes stare up at her, holding a million secrets. Abby shakes her head.

"I don't understand."

"I have spent my whole life trying to understand."

Abby listens to her voice, and picks up the slightest hint of an accent. She furrows her brow.

"Is English your first language?"

"No," she shakes her head, "I speak four languages."

"I found a match."

"So you know who my mother is?"

"Yes," she nods, "I actually found two matches."

Bailey furrows her brow, "Two? I don't understand."

"Bailey do you know who your father is?"

"I know his name, but I don't have any memories of him, if that is what you're asking."

"I see."

"You said that there was a second match?"

"A partial match to someone else."

"To who?"

Abby stops her, "Bailey, did you tell Gibbs who you are?"

"No."

"You have to tell him."

"I know."

"This doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense."

"You knew this was a possibility, didn't you?"

Abby reaches into the cobwebs of her memory. She recalls a moment in time.

"I didn't think that it was. I don't understand how it is possible for you to exist…"

"There is a letter for you, and for Gibbs in the box."

"Where have you been all of this time?"

Gibbs clears his throat as he enters the lab. He offers Abby the CafPow, and joins her in the middle of the lab.

"That's what I want to know."

Abby sits the CafPow on the surface of the table. She shakes her head, "You need to look at this first," she argues.

"Okay," he agrees as she leads him to the screen.

He stops in front of the computer screen. He stares at the pictures, and the percentages, and his mind begins to race. His heart soon joins in, and he feels as if the room is spinning. He takes a few deep breaths, and the spinning stops. He looks at Abby, and then to the girl.

"No, it's not possible," he argues.

"Agent Gibbs, I have a key to a safety deposit box. There is information in it that will help this make sense."

"Let's go."

He sits at his kitchen table with a ten year old he's just met across the table from him. Abby sits next to him. He dumps the contents of a manila envelope onto the table. He hands Abby a letter addressed to her. He sifts through the documents. He fixates on the DNA results fifty percent match to one of his former agents, and approximately twelve percent to another. He skips to the only common denominator between them. He feels fingers touch the back of his hand. He shifts his eyes upward. He finds a pair of hazel eyes staring back at him. A pair of eyes that seemed familiar from the moment he met the ten year old hiding in his basement. She hands him a birth certificate. He reads it to himself.

January 20th, 2005. Bailey. His eyes skip lines of details. Father—NONE. Mother. He stops reading. He finds himself overcome with emotion. He hands the document to Abby. He reaches into the pile, and finds a letter addressed to him. Next to him Abby has already opened hers, and is reading it in silence.

Abby,

I know that this doesn't make a lot of sense to you right now. If you're reading this, I have most certainly departed from this world. I almost told you about the baby, but I chickened out at the last second. I think that you knew I was lying, though. I just hadn't decided what to do yet. I am still terrified. Nothing could have prepared me for what happened, because I was too afraid to take his life the first time I met him.

The letter isn't signed, but Abby instantly recognizes the handwriting. She shifts her attention to the birth certificate she is holding in her other hand. Bailey Abigail. She exhales, and looks up at the ten year old sitting to her right. She tries to make all of the pieces fit together, but she has a hard time, because to make them fit there has to be deception involved. Or a truth someone was too afraid to disclose.

June 29th, 2004

Abby is standing in front of her computer waiting for results. The party standing next to her, desperately awaits DNA results as well. Abby reaches for the speaker knob to turn up the music, and further drown out the silence. She hears the person behind her clear her throat.

"I think I might be pregnant."

Abby spins around, and locks eyes with her colleague, "What?!" Her eyes widen.

"Just kidding," she backpedals, "I just wanted to see if you were actually listening."