The elevator doors opened to Abby's lab, which was filled with the echoes of her favorite band, Plastic Death.

You can do this. You can do this, I chanted to myself.

"A-Abby?" My voice cracked as I called the goth scientist.

She poked her head around the corner. "Oh. Hey, Ziva!" She smiled, walking out from behind the corner.

"Um, Abby, can I talk to you?"

"Ziva. Be serious."

"I'll take that as a yes." I shifted uncomfortably. "Uhh…"

"Do you wanna sit down?" She asked, gesturing to the small couch in her lab.

"That's probably be a good idea." I sat on the small couch.

"It's kind of a long story."

"Well, it's past work hours. I'm here to clean up my lab. So knock yourself out."

"Why would I do that?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Zi, it's an expression. It means go as long as you like."

I took a deep breath.

"Abby, when I was in the prison camp, Saleem and his men questioned me about NCIS. I refused to answer anything. Once they figured out that I wasn't going to talk, they began to use me as their toy."

Abby looked at me, confused. Then, realization seemed to strike her like a baseball bat.

"No. No, they didn't." she whispered, tears streaming down.

"Yes, Abby. For three months, I was repeatedly raped and assaulted by Saleem and his men. For three months, my home was a living hell. Until NCIS came, all I wanted was to die. I was hoping, someday, I might get lucky enough that they would get tired of me and slit my throat. At least death would offer some relief to me after everything that happened. And then, when the team showed up, for the first time in a long time, I had hope. Something that drove me to stagger out of that dirty cell and survive. However, when I left, I wasn't alone." I laid a hand on my stomach, where the bulge had grown even larger.

Abby's eyes traveled down to my stomach. Her eyes seemed to pop out of her head as she put two and two together. "Oh my god. You're….pregnant?" She asked in a whisper.

I nodded slowly.

She threw her arms around me. "Oh, Ziva." She said in my ear. I reached back. She let go, looking at me with red, wet eyes.

"Wait. You can't be a single mom. How are you going to manage?"

"Tony's taken care of that."

"Who did he choose?"

"He volunteered to be the father."

"No way." She said excitedly. "You and Tony are gonna be mommy and daddy!"

I sighed. "I'm still nervous."

"You'll be a great mom."She assured me. "I promise."

"I certainly hope so, Abby."

Gibbs' POV:

I was sanding one of the ribs on my boat.

"Gibbs."

I looked to the top of the stairs. I put down his sandpaper.

"Hey, Ziver. What brings you down here?" I asked.

"Gibbs, we need to talk."

"About…"

"Somalia."

I slid my work things off of a small bench. "Sit." I patted the wood next to me. She sat down next to me.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked sincerely.

She folded her hands. "Gibbs, while I was in that prison camp, I was interrogated about NCIS, and my ties with Mossad and NCIS. Naturally, I refused to say anything. Once those gorillas figured out I wasn't going to talk, they turned me from an interrogate into a sex toy."

My heart sank as she said it. It was inevitable, her being the only woman in that hellhole for miles. I put my arm around her shoulder.

"They repeatedly raped and assaulted me, for three months. I wanted so badly to die, Gibbs. I wanted them to kill me. I practically begged for it. But they refused. He refused. Saleem was the harshest. He always found some way to renew the pain. Then, you guys showed up, and I felt something I had never felt in a long time. Hope. Hope to live. Hope to love again. Hope to someday be able to look back on this and not cry my eyes out. I staggered out of that cell alive. Alive, but not alone. It was nearly inevitable, what with the repeated assaults and rapes."

"You're pregnant." I said simply, voicing the two words I dreaded saying.

"Yes, I am."

"And, let me guess…Tony is going to help you raise it."

She furrowed her brow. "How did you know?"

He shrugged. "He loves you, and you love him A lot. I can tell."

"How do you know that?"

"It was the look Shannon used to give me. And I used to give her. The soft eyes, that understanding expression. Words are hardly necessary."

I wrapped my arms around her. "I love you. You are my baby girl, and I promise to watch out for you, no matter what."

She hugged me tighter. "Thank you, Gibbs."

She stood up, and began to walk up the stairs.

"Oh, and Ziva?"

"Yes?" She called from the stairs.

"I'm always here if you need me."

I love Ziva and Abby friendships, and Gibbs and Ziva father/daughter relationships. I've finally gotten to write about them!

Love you all!

-Vi