Here's the next chappie, readers! Sorry it took so long. I had writer's block on this story, so I concentrated more on my other stories until I could think of ideas for this one. Not really an excuse, I know, but school just started as well...
Anyways... enjoy!


Ziva stormed into my room. "You told them?"

I looked up at her from my bed. "Huh?"

Ziva closed in on me. "Don't play dumb with me, Abby. I know you told them about Ray."

I frowned. "How do you know?"

"Because we've got security footage, Abby." She unsheathed a knife. "I trusted you, Abby, and now you have betrayed my trust!"

I sat up quickly and scooted as far away from her as I could. "W-w-w-what are you doing?"

"I am getting revenge on the one who betrayed my trust, Abby," she snarled as she brought the knife down in a quick motion.

I watched in horror as the knife came towards me, touching my flesh and ripping through it…

"Abby! Abby!"

I sat up quickly, hitting my forehead against something hard. "Ow!"

"That hurt me too, you know!"

I opened my eyes to see Ziva sitting in front of me in her pajamas, her hair tied back in her usual ponytail, with her hand on her forehead. I frowned. "Ziva? What're you doing?"

"I heard you having a nightmare from my room," she explained. "Are you alright?"

I nodded.

"You look pale," she pointed out. "Are you sure you do not want anything? Like a glass of milk…"

"No, I'm fine," I said. "Just… leave me to sleep."

Ziva frowned at me. "Are you…"

"Just leave!" I said a little too loudly. At the sight of Ziva's shocked face, I added, "Please."

She nodded slowly before getting up and moving to leave my room. She turned to look at me one final time before exiting the room.

I took a deep breath. That was close. I looked over at my bedside clock.

5 am.

Just my luck to have a nightmare just an hour before I would actually wake up anyway. I swung my feet off the bed and got up to get ready for the day. As I headed for my closet to decide on what to wear for the day, I passed my mirror and happened to catch a glance at myself.

I looked even paler than usual, surprising at I was a pale one out of my sister and I, and my black nightgown didn't really help with making my complexion look better. My nightgown had red and silver skulls littered all over it, a design that my parents had gotten specifically made for me, and my feet had a pair of white fluffy socks on them, the one thing I owned that didn't really go with my style – they were really warm in the winter though. My pigtails were all messed up so they looked curlier than they actually were, but that wasn't what made me look terrible.

My cheeks were stained with tears and my eyes were bloodshot, as if I had been crying.

Which I must've been doing in my sleep.

I sighed as I used my sleeve to wipe my cheeks and get rid of the tear tracks that led down my face. They made me look haggard.

Just as I was about to turn and grab my towels and stuff from my dresser when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in!" I called out.

My bedroom door opened, and my mom stepped inside in her pink bathrobe with matching pink bunny slippers. She smiled at me warmly. "Good morning."

I smiled back at her. "Morning, mom."

"Are you having breakfast at home this morning?"

I nodded.

"What would you like?"

I shrugged. "Maybe just some toast. I'm not that hungry."

My mom frowned at me. "Abby? Are you ok?"

I nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?"

My mom shut the door behind her and sat down on my bed. She patted the space beside her. "Have a seat, Abby."

I sighed. Whenever she did that, I knew she wanted us to have a long talk. Either way, I had to join her on the bed, so I took my seat beside her and waited for her to start talking.

My mom looked at me. "Abby, you had a nightmare, didn't you?"

I looked up at her. "Yeah, I did."

"Aww." She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and kissed my head, a bit like dad would to calm me down. "What was it about?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't really want to talk about it."

My mom froze. "Was it about…?"

I snuggled closer to her. "In my dream, she found out, mom."

"Aww, honey." She kissed my head again. "She hasn't found out yet."

"Mom, you're getting sappy."

Mom chuckled. "I guess I am."

"Maybe it has something to do with getting old."

"Hey!"

I smirked. "Imagine what all those agents will say when they find out the famous Leroy Jethro Gibbs' wife has gone soft…"

"They won't find out."

Both mom and I looked up sharply to see dad standing at the door.

He smirked. "I'm waiting for my coffee, Jen."

Mom rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not your servant, Jethro. Get your lazy ass into the kitchen and make your own damn coffee."

I smiled. "I guess you're not going soft, then."

Mom and dad laughed.


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