Author's Note: You guys got lucky. I just REALLY want to write this part, so you get a fast update. Despite that no one guessed my third favorite shipping, aside from Lizzie/Nigel, is Wink/Fibb (If you have a problem with it, I can give you a map to where you can shove it…my apologies for being rude, but if you're against it just because it's gay, you are what we call 'close-minded'..which I cannot stand). And the title of the last chapter translates to….should I tell you? Ah, whatever, may as well. It just means "I like Abigail the most". ..In retrospect, this chapter may not be as funny as I find it. (the beginning isn't funny at all..it's a build up thing)

Hoagie awoke to the phone ringing. He grumbled and rolled over - it was 1 in the morning. He frowned, but picked it up anyways. "Yeah?" He said as quietly as he could, praying that the ringing hadn't woken anyone else up in the house.

"Hoagie? It's Abby….I'm just calling to check in on Heinrich..don't put him on the phone, though. Is he all right?" Hoagie smiled. No matter what had happened, Abigail was always looking out for people. Sometimes even enemies.

Hoagie sat up and looked around the room. "Huh…he didn't make it back yet," He said, looking to the cot that was set up on the other side of the room. "Guess he's out drinking--"

"WHAT?!"

"Abby, not so loud!" Hoagie whispered, as though it would make up for her shouting. "He said something about wanting a beer, and then he said something like 'zhen I vill haff to get it some other vay' or something like za--I mean that…" Before Hoagie could continue to explain, the line went dead. She'd hung up on him. He shrugged and hung the phone up, going back to sleep as though nothing had happened.

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"Oh, Numbuh 5 better find him before he gets himself in trouble," Abby said as she pulled her coat tighter around her. It was times like these she really wondered why she kept wearing that short dress, even in cold weather. He can't be at a bar…they wouldn't serve him. So how else could he get it? And where would he go once he got it? Abby thought carefully for a moment, her mind immediately going to her own house. How stupid would he have to be to go to my house in a drunken stupor? She wondered. She answered her own question - about as stupid as Heinrich acts when he's being stubborn.

She jogged back to her starting point. Heinrich was already there, a bottle in each hand. She got the feeling he'd been there a while. Both the bottles were full, but he still seemed inebriated. Mainly because he kept shouting phrases in German she couldn't quite make out, but then, she wouldn't have understood it if he HAD been speaking clearly.

"Heiny?" He whirled around.

"Abigail..so good off you to hic…come down und see me.." He made his way towards her clumsily, and she thought for sure he was going to fall. He smelled distinctly of alcohol. It reminded Abby of the chocolate milk they'd had at Choktoberfest. It's the exact same smell…

"Heiny, why don't you stop being so dumb and realize what you're doing? You're drunk, and you're hanging around my house at 1:30 in the morning…" She guided him to the front porch of her house, helping him to sit down. "This really isn't the way to get a girl."

Even drunk, Heinrich's trademark stubbornness came out. "Nein..I do not vant you, Abigail…"

"Then what are you here for?"

"I…don't remember," He admitted, "I zink it had something to do vith mein beating you at ze Choktoberfest in Germany.."

"You didn't beat me, Heiny," Abigail said fiercely, her stubbornness matching Heinrich's perfectly. "Numbuh 5's certain she had more than you.."

"Ha! You can't even hold ein weneg of liquor! I von!"

"I'm pretty sure I did, Heiny--"

"Nein, liebchen…I von-"

"No you didn't!"

"Ja, I did! In fact…I challenge you right now!" He handed her the other bottle of liquor. Sure enough, it was mixed with chocolate milk. It was almost the exact same thing they'd been drinking in Germany.

"You've already been drinking a lot, Heiny..I don't know if this is such a good idea--"

"Sugar-free," He said with a snort. That did it. Abby wrenched off the top of her bottle as Heinrich did the same. In unison, they raised up the tops and chugged. She closed her eyes as it burned her throat, but still enjoying its taste. With each swallow, she felt reality slowly sweep away from her.

She finished at the exact same moment Heinrich did, not remembering why she had just drank all that. She felt a little bit queasy, but she pushed it down. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, giving her a smile. She nodded.

The drunken pair went inside, without agreeing verbally to anything. But their goal was the same. They were in Abby's bed within moments, both naked and drunk, unaware of what they were doing. Or of what would happen in the morning as a result of their actions.

Abby and Heinrich woke up at the exact moment. Immediately, they both screamed. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!" Abby demanded, noticing finally that her legs were wrapped around Heinrich's hips. They were both clinging to each other.

Not for long, though. They separated, each on one side of the bed, staring at the wall.

It took them a moment, but Heinrich screamed again as he finally realized that they were both completely naked. That was the exact moment Dr. Lincoln decided to burst into the room, a tray of cookies in hand. "Oh, and how was you kids' time last night? With the love, and the 'fun stuff' and the --"

"..Daddy…what are you talkin' about?!" Abby demanded of her father. He smiled.

"Well, I saw you two stumbling in this morning, all over each other….so..you did use that condom I handed to you, right?" He looked to Heinrich "with the plastic, and the protection, and the…aww, you know what I'm talking about!"

"Ve…ve did it ….again?!" Heinrich gulped, putting a hand to his head. He was resting his head in his hand, a perfect imitation of 'the thinker'.

"Are you sure we did anything?" Abby asked her dad. He shrugged.

"I'll leave you two alone..I figured with that late night, you wouldn't want to go to school, with the questions, and the answering, and the friends asking if he got you pregnant…he didn't, by the way, did he?"

"GET OUT!" Her dad obeyed. "Maybe we didn't do anything.." Abby said aloud, fixing to explain to Heinrich that they hadn't the first time. He shook his head and held up something clear and…well, disgusting.

"Vell.." He said, faking cheerfulness, "…At least ve know ve used ein condom zis time."