Gibbs threw the printed copy of the IM's to Dinozzo.

"Tony," he called as he walked on. "Find out who Silent n quiet is. I think they are the murderer!"

Gibbs walked outside where Ziva and McGee were climbing into a cab.

"Where are you two going?" he asked.

Ziva turned around, "We're going to the hospital to see Abby."

"I'm coming, just give me a second." Gibbs ran and bought a coffee and a Caf pow!


Abby and Emma were walking down the street to a small café which was the only one in the area that served Abby's favourite drink, Caf pow! they also did a mean chocolate cake which Emma was a sucker for. They arrived and bought their beverages and food. They sat down at a table on the street. Emma pulled out a cigarette.

Abby wrinkled up her nose in disgust, "You really shouldn't smoke those things. They're horrible for your health and they stink real bad."

Emma lit it, "Lighten up Abbs, I've been smoking them since I was sixteen and it's too late to stop now."

"Two years!" Abby exclaimed. "It's only been two years, you can stop, it's not too late."

"Yeah, well," Emma blew out some of the smoke. "They stop me thinking about being at home. I hate it there."

Abby screwed up her mouth to the left, thinking, "Right, sorry."

Emma turned her head away from the table to blow out some more smoke and Abby reached across and stole the cigarette from her. An elderly woman walked past.

"Ah," she said haughtily. "The amount of young people these days smoking. It's disgusting."

Abby nodded her head, "I totally agree Mrs…"

"Colman."

"I think it's horrible," Abby smiled up at the old woman.

"Then why do you do it," Mrs. Colman asked.

"I don't smoke," Abby replied.

Mrs. Colman looked pointedly at the cigarette in Abby's hand. Abby followed her gaze and smiled sheepishly at the lit cigarette. She threw it down in the ash tray.

"I took that off my friend," Abby gestured to Emma. "I'm trying to get her to stop smoking."

"Ah, good girl," Mrs. Colman turned to Emma. "You should listen to your friend, my husband died of lung cancer caused by smoking."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Colman," Abby smiled sadly.

"Ah, it was years ago." Mrs. Colman stuck out her right hand. "Mrs. Henrietta Colman."

Abby stood up and shook her hand, "Abigail Sciuto, at your service."

"I'm Emma," Emma piped up.

"Right then, I'll be off." The old woman turned to go. "Good bye Emma, Abigail."

"My friends call me Abby," Abby told her.

"You consider me a friend?" Mrs. Colman seemed surprised. "We've only just met."

"Yeah," Abby agreed. "But you're nice."

" Thanks," Mrs. Colman smiled.

"Bye, I'll see you around, I hope!" Abby called after her.


Two weeks later Abby got a phone call. Mrs. Colman had died. Abby was invited to the funeral and the reading of the will. Emma was not. Abby went to the funeral a week later and there was only four other people there. A crying woman and her husband and their two children. The woman's husband introduced her as being the only daughter of Henrietta Colman. They didn't seem to mind Abby as most adults did, due to her choice in clothing. That was probably because they were all wearing black too. Still, Abby's skirt was covered in skulls, not the most appropriate attire for a funeral. The reading of the will took place shortly after the funeral. Mr. Salbury was waiting for them in an office after the funeral.

"This is the will of Henrietta Colman nee Longsmith, last edited two weeks ago on the fifth of October. I will now read it." Mr. Salbury said.

Abby rolled her eyes, duh he was going to read it. That was his job, he didn't need to announce it did he?

"Hello all, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say I'm dead. That's alright. Hope it was good. It's okay, don't be sad. I'm with Arnold now. To my only child, my daughter Samantha, and her family I leave my house, my fortune and all my love and possessions. Except one. To Miss Abigail Sciuto I leave my microscope. My husband, Arnold gave it to me instead of an engagement ring. I think you might like it. I put it in a pretty box for you. Abby I only met you the once as I write this, in fact I met you ten minutes ago. You are the first person to talk to me, apart from my family in the last ten years to speak to me without hostility in your voice or telling how much my purchases are. You are the first friend I've had in a very long time. Samantha, please keep tabs on Abby, I don't want my friend to feel forgotten, not ever. I love you all, and I'll see you around."

Mr. Salbury handed Abby a black box and then turned to face Mrs. Colman's family. Abby called out a soft good bye and ran outside into the rain. She tucked the box safely under her shirt and ran towards her home, thinking of the irony of it raining when she went to a funeral.
When she got home she ran upstairs and sat on her bed. Abby opened the box and ran her fingers along the silky deep purple lining of the box. Nestled inside was a black microscope Abby took it out and smiled at it. She loved science, it was her favourite subject. This small black microscope was the most perfect thing that Mrs. Colman could have ever left her. Abby stroked it and found a small bump in it. Upon further inspection Abby discovered that it was an engraving. She held it closer to her face and read the writing inscribed at the base;

H, I know you love science so I got you a microscope. I hope you love it as much as you love me. A.

Abby smiled, then she saw thee tiniest of writing below that. Holding it even closer to her face she read;

Abby, this is a token of my gratitude to you. You made me smile for the first time since my husband passed away. Thank you. H.

Abby felt the first tear run down her cheek since she had found out the Mrs. Colman was dead.

A/N: Yay. I added another chapter! Please review. Hope you liked it and thanks to all who have reviewed so far.

Discalaimer: I do not own NCIS