A/N: Oh dear. Last chapter did not have a good ending…

Here is my newest chapter!

Everyone screamed.

Abby stared down. Blood pooled at her feet, but it wasn't hers.

Nor McGee's.

Nor Daniel's.

"Tony!" She cried, seeing the immobile figure lying on the floor, blood spreading out from his body. Then she realized that he was lying on something.

A lock of brown hair, stained with blood, showed.

"Ziva…" Abby breathed, staring at the scene. "No!"

She grabbed McGee and shook his shoulders.

"No! No! NO!" McGee looked scared witless. Abby shook him as hard as she could, tears rolling down her cheeks. "NO! NO! NO! It can't be! NO! This can't be happening! NO!"

Eventually the shaking subsided and she collapsed into McGee, sobs racking her body.

"No… No… Timmy… No…" McGee held her tightly and they stood like that until the paramedics and police came. The paramedics dealt with the two bodies, while the police ushered everyone out of the blood-stained room.

Abby clutched McGee in a death grip as the police looked around, bagged and tagged and photographed. Then someone arrived who they recognized.

"Gibbs!" McGee exclaimed.

"Timothy! And… Abby?" Gibbs smiled fondly at the two. "I wish we were meeting in better circumstances…"

"Don't we all." McGee muttered, still trying not to break down and start crying.

"We need to interview you two…" Gibbs said softly. "Can you manage it?"

"I… I think I will. But Abby…" McGee's voice trailed off and Gibbs looked sadly at the sobbing Goth in McGee's arms.

"Come this way." Gibbs led them out of the corridor, which was full of clamouring voices trying to find out all the details. Gibbs led them into a deserted classroom. "I think this will be suitable for the moment."

McGee pulled out two chairs, and gently pushed Abby into one. He sat on the other while Gibbs sat on a desk.

"Where were you at the time of the incident?" He asked the teenage duo.

"Right next to them." McGee sighed. Thoughts ran riot through his mind, pictures flashing. But the most disturbing thought of all was that he had just had inspiration for a book. A book! At this sort of time! It was disgusting to be thinking of something like that when your two friends had just been shot!

"Can you describe what happened?" Gibbs asked gently.

"We were just talking and then there was this shot… no, two shots I think. Everyone started screaming. Then Abby grabbed me by the shoulders and started shaking me and then I saw Ziva and Tony…" McGee's voice failed at the end of the sentence, and Gibbs could see his bottom lip begin to wobble. McGee was obviously trying not to cry, but it was hard on him.

"Thank you, Tim." Gibbs stood up and patted McGee's shoulder. "Take care of Abby."

"She was her best friend." McGee said. Gibbs nodded sadly. "And now she's… gone."

Gibbs lowered his eyes. The last time he had seen Ziva she had been flirting with Tony, having fun, being a teenager. This time? On a stretcher, her clothing dyed red by her own blood.

Three hours later, Abby and McGee were sitting in the headmaster's office. Abby was gripping the arms of her chair vice-like, staring at a point straight ahead, while McGee was talking to Doctor Cullen about computer programming. The headmaster knew their relationship with Ziva and Tony, and was trying to get their minds away from it.

"Abigail Sciuto?" Miss Hale looked in. Abby turned her head slightly, and Miss Hale could see the black lines streaking down her face from her mascara and eyeliner where she had been crying.

"Yes?" Abby's voice was little more than a whisper.

"Doctor Mallard would like to see you." Doctor Mallard was the school's doctor and psychiatrist. Abby stood up slowly, not saying anything. McGee's hand gently brushed her arm, but she barely registered the gesture.

She walked out of the room behind Miss Hale. McGee stared after her retreating figure and Doctor Cullen sympathised with the devastated looking boy.

"Ah, Abigail." Doctor Mallard stop up from his seat and stepped out from behind his desk. Abby stared blankly at him, so he shook her unresisting hand. When he released it, it fell back to where it had been before. Miss Hale gave him a pleading look, before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

"Abigail Diana Sciuto. That is correct, I presume?" Abby gave no answer. "Born to Alan Sciuto and Mary Sciuto, both deaf. Younger sister, Marianna Alana Sciuto, 11, deaf. Younger brother, Joseph Charles Sciuto, 4, hearing."

Abby still didn't answer him, but she sat down when he offered her a chair. He sat down also.

"You can call me Ducky, if you wish." He added, trying to make her feel more comfortable. She still didn't say anything. Ducky also failed to mention about her older sister, Bernadette Anne, who had died in a car crash when Abby was six.

"Looking through your details, you were expelled from your last school for beating up and threatening to kill a twelve year old boy." Ducky informed Abby, although she obviously already knew. "You said it was because he shouted at your sister that she was a 'deaf whoring bitch.' Very protective, I see."

He waited for a few moments to see if Abby would say anything. She didn't.

"Ziva." He waited for a while to see the effect of the girl's name. Abby visibly winced at the sound of her name, and Ducky could see the tears that were about to slide down the girl's cheeks. He handed a tissue, which she wordlessly took.

"Your relationship with her was close, am I correct?" Ducky asked, trying his best to evaluate and make her psychological profile when she wasn't even talking. "You knew each other before Washington International, am I correct?"

Abby's head moved fractionally, and it looked something like a nod.

"You knew Timothy as well. And Tony." Ducky added, emphasizing the names. Abby's head tipped forward slightly again. There was a light knock on the door, and Gibbs entered. "Ah, Jethro."

"Duck." Gibbs smiled slightly; glad to see his old friend. "How is she?"

"No so well, unfortunately." Ducky replied, looking sadly at the girl.

"I may be able to help." Gibbs pulled up a chair and sat next to Ducky, opposite Abby. He signed something quickly, and, to Ducky's surprise, Abby signed something back.

"What did you say?" Ducky asked quizzically.

"I asked her if she misses Ziva." Gibbs replied quietly.

"Her reply?"

"She misses her a lot." Gibbs answered, and Abby's voice broke into their quiet conversation.

"She was my best friend."

A/N: Poor Abby! I want to hug her now!

I will not be here from tomorrow onwards, as I am going on a weeks holiday!

Apologies for that!

I am also working on a new story, so I may be able to get that posted before I leave tomorrow morning… I hope so!

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(PS: No fear, I have not killed anyone at the moment. It is Tiva after all!)