Thank you silky0676, Mstienie23, GerogiaEmerald, Peanut84, allent, gunandgoth, GabbyGirl84, and EMT1215, you guys are fraking awesome. I 3 you all. So here's another glimpse into my head and of course I do not own anything but my imagination which Etc.

"No, I think I'm pregnant."

"Abigail dear you're with child." He said in amazement.

She nodded slowly looking at the test strip her eyes red from sobbing that had migrated to dry hiccups. How could this have happened? She was on the pill and she hadn't missed one. Sure she knew that the typical use pregnancy rate among users varies depending on the population being studied, ranging from 2-8% per year but that was even due to incompetence on the patients' part and she was not incompetent.

"Are you going to tell the father?" Dr. Mallard questioned.

She turned away from the doctor embarrassment and shame polluting her once bubbly exterior like toxic waste. There was no point in lying to him. She took a deep breathe.

"I was in Vegas…." She told the doctor about Vegas in a stream of rambling gibberish that was broken apart by each hiccup leaving out the hot and steamy best sex of her life part.

Dr. Mallard scooted closer to her on the futon putting an arm around her.

"There's no reason to be ashamed Abigail. You never could have known that this would happen and most importantly you have a family that will support you. That is what matters most my dear."

"I know Ducky but what if this guy was married or or ..Abby stopped in mid-sentence and start running around her lab.

Ducky I know why we haven't found anything. I need to call Gibbs. I need to fix my makeup. I need to cross reference the wives. I need to…..

Abby felt light headed for a moment and the Doctor moved quickly to her side.

"You need to slow down, my dear."

She looked at her long time friend as he place a hand on her stomach she covered his.

"Don't worry you can come to me any time you need to Abigail" the old man's eyes warmed with a smile

"I'll give Mr. Palmer that tea."

She couldn't help but smile, Ducky would keep her secret.

She cleaned herself up and trying to hide that she had been crying before calling the team. She was right, the women had all had affairs with the suspect they had lied about their married. It took Gibbs no time to pick up the assailant and make him confess in interrogation. He was proud of her as walked into the lab she was in front of a mirror looking at her midriff the bruises was all but gone as she turn to the side she saw him.

"Gibbs! I thought everyone was gone."

"I can explain." She pulled her shirt down quickly.

He looked at her…and closed his eyes pushing back thoughts of her pale skin bruised showing the markings of a man does to his territory.

"How did it happen Abs?"

If you have to lie keep it simple rule. #7

"I wore a corset to tight and it bruised me no biggy Gibbs."

He raised an eyebrow at her answer.

"Okay Abs"

"Gibbs it late what are you still doing here" she asked trying to change the subject.

'I was leaving thought I'd see if you had left" he took the bait not wanting to have that particular conversation either.

"Oh, I was on my way just on my way out." She looked into his cool blue eyes as he closed the distance between them pulling her into his arms.

"Thank you." He kissed her forehead.

"Want me to walk you out?"

She inhaled the smell of sawdust and old spice letting picture from Vegas dribble into her head she wish that the life inside of her was Gibbs but she knew he probably never wanted that ever again and never with her.

He knew that she was lying, not only about the bruises, about something else. He held her a bit longer it. This was his way of comforting her and letting her know she could talk to him.

At some point she would talk to him just not now.

She squeezed him tight and agreeing to be walked to her car.

It was had been almost three months since Vegas. She wore her lab coat to hide her growing tummy if the black didn't. She had told her brother and uncles in New Orleans. They didn't miss a beat being excited and couldn't wait for her to come home. Dr. Mallard checked on Abby numerous times a day making sure she was fine and being her sounding board. She had told Sister Rosita who was delight and told her the baby was a blessing. Other than the occasional mood swings none of the team had notice any difference. Abby carried the napkin from Vegas everywhere she had ran every test imaginable on it and it came back clean as a Vegas napkin could be that is. She thought of getting a sample of the amniotic fluid and running the DNA threw AFAS but decided not to because of the dangers to the baby but as soon as she gave birth now that was horse of another color. Gibbs had questioned Abby when she asked him to start bringing her NO Caf-Pow! but she insisted she need rest although she didn't know Gibbs had walked in on her napping more than usual but he let it go when she began to pout. There had been a few mood swing were she had thrown a few things at McGee's head and even mouthed off to Gibbs but everyone guessed it was caffeine withdraws.

Agent DiNozzo sat at his desk leaning back in his chair shooting paper at the trash can and missing.

"McGeek, has Abby looked different to you?"

"What do you mean Tony Abby looks like Abby to me." McGee shot back

"I don't know I can quit put my finger on it."

"I'm sure she would want you to put your finger on anything." Ziva chide warranting a snickering from McGee.

"Hope you observe crime scenes like you do Abby grab your gear."

Gibbs appeared startling the young agent to tumble out of his seat.

"I'm on it boss."

They arrived to the scene a dark alley lined with dumpsters from local eateries Dr. Mallard was waiting for them a bus pasted in the distances.

What do we have Duck?

"It appear this man met his demise rather gruesomely there signs of Subconjunctival hemorrhaging and Ligature mark consistent with asphyxia . During the Spanish Inquisition, victims who admitted their alleged sins and recanted were killed via ligature strangulation before their bodies were burnt during the auto-da-fé."

"Duck"

"All I can say for now is that it was with a wire of some sorts and quit quickly I might add. The attacker came from behind. Liver temp puts TOD about four hours ago."

"No wallet"

"There's a tan line where a watch should be." Ziva noted

"Hey boss, I got shoe prints.'

"Get what you find back to Lab".

Team congregated his names is

"Petty officer David Grism just came back on R&R in DC until next week." Agent DiNozzo reported in.

'Officer Grism has family in town and a current girlfriend name Ashely Penington." Ziva added.

"His phone is clean boss, He text his girlfriend Ashley 6 hours before he died." McGee offered.

"McGee Find out where he was going to or coming from and DiNozzo go speak with the girlfriend and family."

"Sure thing boss."

Gibbs went toward the elevator to see Dr. Mallard in autopsy.

"What can you tell me Duck."

"Jethro, my boy, Mr. Grism here lead an interesting life. He had three old fractures of the knee and ribs consistent with sports and…"

"About the murder Duck."

"Now that was clean and efficient there's no trace evidence that we can find on the body but you would have to confirm with Abigail."

"Thanks."

Next stop the Labby. he mused thinking of his forensic scientist.

Abby was praising her mass spectrometer when he came in.

"Gibbs" she yelled she had been waiting on him

"What you got Abs?"

She stood up and button her lab coat and stepping away from the giant bag of Tiwzzler's she had been eating.

"I can probably only tell you things that you already know."

"The shoe impression that McGee found was not from the Navy officer but came from a size 12 jungle boot and that he was strangled with permanent colored copper used for jewelry beading, and scrapbooking among other things.

"Anything else Abs?"

"Theres always more for you Agent Gibbs" she smiled sticking Twizzler in her mouth.

"I got a substance from the wire but I haven't gotten a hit yet."

"Good work Abs" he kissed her on the check.

'How was that good work?"

"I didn't know the wire was copper."

The elevator closed. Gibbs had seen what DiNozzo was talking about her face seemed rounder like she had picked up a pound or two but she was still beautiful to him.

McGee said that the officer was problem taking a short cut to the bus from the bar at the end of the street. Locals said he was there having a few drinks an hour before and nothing came from the parent and girlfriend visit.

Thing got worse when a marine came up strangled the same way across town two days later. Other than the ship yard the two officers had nothing in common other strangulation and signs of robbery.

He found himself in Abby's lab hearing a ping in form her mass spect he was just checking but in Gibbs fashion he was right on time.

There she was standing looking three a microscope while chewing on a Twizzler. Her legs were beautiful. He found himself disappoint that Abby had been wearing her lab coat lately and he could see her mini skirt or take in her pale skin.

"Got something Abs?"

"Gibbs" she straighten up quickly and found herself falling disoriented all she could think about was not to fall on her stomach wrapping her hands around her waist.

He caught her just in time guide her safely to the ground her lab coat laid open and couldn't help but notice the slight bump her abdomen. He replayed how she fell in his mind. The pasted three months swirled in his head like sledge. It al lmade sense now the few pounds shed gained, the mood swings, the no Caf-Pow!'s, the midday naps, and constant supply of Twizzler's. He picked her up and called ducky. He waited placing her on the futon. He knelt over placing a single gentle kiss on her stomach.

"Oh Abs…I'm sorry."

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