Two weeks later and Abby and Emma had become the best of friends. For Emma, Abby was her only friend, but Abby was friends with almost everyone. Abby had asked Emma why her clothes and stuff were always so tattered and found out that her dad abused her and her mum had left when she was twelve and the money she did send over Emma's father used to buy beer and other shit for himself. Emma found out about Abby's parents both being deaf, and had loads of questions, which Abby hadn't known the answer to any of them. They were things like 'How did you learn to speak?' 'How did you learn sign language?' and stuff like that. It was lunchtime now and Abby and Emma were sitting under a big tree that kept them under the shade. Abby was ecstatic because her mum had bought her a new camera the previous night as an early birthday present. She had brought it to school and was taking photos of herself and Emma.

"Abby!" Emma squealed. "Stop taking photos, I look horrible on film."

"Oh stop whining," Abby took another photo. "You look great."

Simon, a boy who Emma thought looked really hot, but Abby thought was only average looking walked up to them then.

"Hey Abby, Emma," he said.

Emma smiled shyly at him but Abby said,

"Hi Si. Ooh, that sounds cool, hi Si, hi Si, man it rhymes! Hey Si, sit down and I'll get a photo of you and Emma."

Abby pushed Simon so he was sitting next to Emma and took a photo.

Abby smiled, "Aw you two look totally cute together."

Emma blushed, Simon just pulled an 'uh-huh' face and stood back up.

"So why's you come over here anyway Simon?" asked Abby.

"Mrs. Fernally asked if Emma was interested in joining the school debating team, so she sent me over here to ask."

Emma shook her head, "No way."

"Yes way!" Abby grinned. "Come on Em. You'd make a great debaterer."

"Debaterer isn't a real word," Emma and Simon said together.

"He he, you guys have to pinky swear now."

"No one pinky swears anymore," Simon said.

"Oh, well, they do where I come from," Abby replied.

"So Emma, are you going to join the team?" asked Simon.

Emma bit her lip, "Erm, I'll think about it."

"Cool," Simon turned and started to walk away.

"Hey Simon!" Abby called after him. "Emma thinks you look hot."

Simon turned around and rolled his eyes, "You have to learn when to keep your mouth shut Abby."

Emma hit Abby 'round the back of the head.

Gibbs was scanning through a bunch of old IM's of Abby's and found one that seemed rather useful to the case.

GothicgalAbbs: Hey E. What's up?

Shynquiet: Nothing much. Dad forgot my birthday.

GothicgalAbbs: Aww, did you get any presents?

Shynquiet: I got those paints from you

GothicgalAbbs: Other than that. I knew that one.

Shynquiet: Oh. No

GothicgalAbbs: Go and swipe something from your dad. He's so drunk all the time he'd never notice. And he owes you a present anyway. It's logical.

Shynquiet: No way. I couldn't do that. He'd kill me

GothicgalAbbs: Just do it E.

Shynquiet: Fine. I'll be back in a minute, don't go away.

Shynquiet: I'm back.

GothicgalAbbs: Duh, what you get?

Shynquiet: One of his knives.

GothicgalAbbs: Nice, what's it look like

Shynquiet: it's nice actually, it's quiet shiny and sharp

GothicgalAbbs: Shiny is always a plus

Shynquiet: I guess. The handle is kind of golden colour, but I think it's made of wood and it's carved to look like a dragons head

GothicgalAbbs: Sweet. Worthy birthday prest. Anyay I've gotta go, dinner's ready, we're having pizza. Yum!

Gibbs smiled at his sweet Abby's positive attitude and the cheekiness of even suggesting stealing something. But he was really worried, because it was obviously that very stolen gift that they had found plunged into Abby's flesh.

A/N: Hey everyone. Did you like this chapter? If you did, or hey even if you didn't click on that button just below that says in green writing 'review this story/chapter'. =P

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